The Tea Party

Margaret had been very concerned about her older husband. She had been working on the home computer one day and came across his open email account and read several emails that indicated he was communicating with two young ladies. This was appalling. He had pictures of them and they were teens as she discovered. This made her angry. The emails were atrocious and typical of a loud mouthed showoff like her husband. In addition, he was not in the best of moods lately and always seemed to be angry and put off about something. She was very intolerant of his disregard for the female gender as he berated female family members, often insulting them and telling off color jokes as well as acting in a very demeaning and disrespectful manner. She was at wit’s end, that is until she was searching on the web and up came a web site that intrigued her. How did this end up in her search engine? She bookmarked the site and decided to have a chat with her best friend to discuss this matter about sissy discipline in the home and how beneficial it could be to bring an unruly male down to size. In addition, she needed to teach him to respect women and obey all women in the very near future.

Three Months Later

The introduction of a sissy’s life in her household meant she had to coax her husband into it and that she did by female wizardry and trickery. She was good at making him do what she wanted and within three months, he was hooked into a new world, one in which he would never escape just as she had designed. He went from a mouthy, bragging macho male down to a submissive sweet sissy just like she had intended and though she had help in many forms, the result was most pleasing and tolerable compared to his old ways.

Sunday came and she had dressed him ever so sweetly for the day in the early morning with a warning that if he laddered his nylons, complained in any way or failed to behave as a sissy should, he would be punished with a very early bedtime and a severe spanking. With his outfit complete and John dressed ever so prettily she sat back in her recliner to read while he stood in the corner facing the wall. His delicious pink panties peeking out from all those stiff layers of organza pettis and those stocking tops in full view. With heels together and hands on top of his head, this sissy was ready for a fine Sunday afternoon. Little did he know what his domineering mistress had planned. If he did, he might have been very reluctant in getting dressed so pretty.

Margaret didn’t want John (Polly Ann) to look anywhere resembling a female. Her intent was to show him off as a sissy and he looked despite all his female clothing like a boy and that pleased her. She had his hair permed in a short style like Ann Hecht, the actress and his hair was permanently dyed strawberry blonde. That decision was made after all the cruel blonde jokes he boasted about. It was very soft and easily manageable. In his hair, she placed several pink ribbon style little girl barrettes. He wore a diamond drop earing in each ear which she pierced. He wore no makeup, but she made him wear pink glossy wet look lipgloss to accent his lips. On his neck, he wore a mother of pearl white necklace and on his wrist he wore a matching bracelet. She had him wear a Strawberry Shortcake silver charm bracelet on the other wrist. After serious consideration, she decided to call in her manicurist friend and she softened John’s hands in solution and did his nails. Margaret opted for medium long nails so that he would have to get used to them and behave accordingly. They were painted pink and she had strawberry designs placed on each well manicured fingernail. She was pleased with the results. John was given daily milk baths and had his body hair removed from the neck down by depilatory treatment. His skin was silky smooth and soft and despite his male appearance, he was definitely sissy. This day he was given a soaking milk bath with bath oil beads and then a pedicure and facial with warm mud to smooth out his facial skin. His hair was washed with Johnson’s baby shampoo to maintain that little girl scent and soft feel, followed by a generous sudsing of conditioner.

His clothing she decided would be that of a little girl but with some big girl additions such as high heels. She wanted each item of clothing to be difficult for him and to be a trial as he walked and moved about. She wanted his every waking moment for him to be recognizant of his uncomfortable and often noisy clothing and for him to be ashamed, penitent and embarrassed. She felt she accomplished that too. She started on him from the inside out. He wore a training bra, typical for a young teenaged girl and a white silky chemise over that. His panties were pink nylon and a bit tight fitting, despite the fact they were full cut. To add to his discomfort, she had him wear a waist cincher to confine him and make him feel restrained. It was a simple about the waist type, secured in back and also white stretch spandex. He wore a white lace garter belt that was ever so dainty and feminine with lace on the panel and satin ribbons on the garters. The elastic was good and strong so that he would feel the pull of his stockings as moved about. She had him wear full seamed dark brown ultra sheer nylon stockings that had very little stretch and with each pair, had the writing still legible on the reinforced tops. This type of hosiery was very old fashioned and not typically worn these days so it makes his legs not only attractive but a constant source of stares and conversation. This she thought would make a good conversation piece as he moved about as maybe her female guests would take the time to read his stocking tops and make him feel that much more ashamed. His dress was a little six year old’s dream. It was made of satin with a very high bodice and puffy sleeves. The dress had a proper neckline and a full micro-mini skirt. It was dark navy with white polka dots and had a matching sash in the back, that when tied showed off a pretty bow and pulled his dress tightly about his waist. The petticoats were the key to how the dress would look. She chose organza so that the pettis would make rustling noises as he moved about and because the material was so stiff that it would compliment such a sissy dress. She finally decided on fifty layers with a micro-mini look to match the length of the dress. It had a full slip and hung on his shoulders from spaghetti straps. After the dress was applied over the pettis, the look was so little girlish and sissyish, Margaret was at first stunned and so pleased with her choice. The dress was held out at almost right angles to his waist due to the starchiness of his pettis and because of the length, his stocking tops and garters were on display a good part of the time. Half of his panties showed as well and after seeing him dressed for the first time, she was convinced that she made the right decision in his attire. It would prove to be difficult and hard to manage for a sissy, much less a real little girl, but that was the intent to make him realize what clothing he had to wear and the effect each piece of clothing had on him.

Lastly came his shoes and she decided on four inch leather kidskin stiletto heel pumps. They would definitely prove to be a handful when walking and performing tasks as he teetered about and given the fact that the house had mostly hardwood floors, she dreamed of hearing her sissy boy mincing about making staccato taping sounds on the floor much to her delight. She chose black as his color and also had a pair of mary jane little girl style shoes in black patent leather with platform heels for outdoor activities or shopping. The final ambiance to his most precious outfit was a mild mist of very expensive French perfume at each wrist and about his neck to remind him of his status. Oh how he hated it when she sprayed him with the delicate but subtle fragrance.

With his outfit complete and John dressed ever so prettily, she sat back in her recliner to read while he stood in the corner facing the wall. His delicious pink panties peeking out from all those stiff layers of organza pettis and those stocking tops in full view. With heels together and hands on top of his head, this sissy was ready to receive her first guests on this peaceful Sunday afternoon. Little did he know what his domineering mistress had planned. If he did, he might have been very reluctant in getting dressed so pretty.

It was only approaching the noon hour, when the doorbell rang. John trembled and shook as he wanted very much to run in the bedroom and hide. He was never exposed to anyone before and he couldn’t believe that his mistress would even consider such a thing. His thoughts were disrupted when she spoke to him in a very condescending manner.

“Well PollyAnn, You may relinquish yourself from the corner and answer the door. I believe we have guests my dear!....”

“HUH??....What??...No Mis, I mean mummy, you can’t mean that. I can’t be seen like this. I will be the laughing stock of the world if your secret was to get out. Oh please no, let me run and hide, oh please……”

“Tsk, tsk, get going sissy boy and answer the door now unless you want a bare bottom spanking in front of our guests and perhaps assistance when I put you to bed early child. GET THE DOOR!......”

John moved from the corner of the reading room and daintily minced in his stiletto heels as he was taught heading for the door. He was feeling now more ashamed than ever and butterflies were dancing in his empty stomach. He reluctantly opened the door as his young wife stood by with arms folded smirking. Present at the door was two people he was not very fond of meeting at all, especially dressed as he was. It was his young niece Denise, her best friend Jenna and then he heard a giggling younger girl that he did not know. Here he was in full sissy regalia standing for the first time before two seventeen year old girls. He was deeply ashamed and humiliated as they were at least ten years younger than him. He swallowed hard and did as he was told as Margaret stood by grinning.

“Won’t you ladies please come in!...”

“Why thank you. My you are a pretty little boy. Let us in to see more of your sweetness”., smiled Denise.

John was about to pass out from the humiliation as the ladies dressed in no less than designer jeans and simple tops came in. They each wore platform type shoes as well and were well made up. The little girl that giggled outside the door came in also and stared at him intensely.

“Hello Aunt Margaret, you know Jenna. This is her nine year old niece Marie. Thank you for inviting us to an afternoon of conversation and tea. Who is the delightful creature we have here?”

“Ladies let me introduce you to my sissy boy I call PollyAnn. You knew him as my husband John, but don’t let that bother you. He has been reduced in age to six years old and please treat my charge appropriately. You do not have to address him as “uncle” anymore, Denise! You can address him as John Michael. He hates that, but it reminds him that he is still a boy in girl’s clothes. HAHA Now my child will only be too happy to take your jackets and hang them up. Let’s go to the living room, shall we?”

John took the ladies coats and went mincingly to the hall closet as he caught a glimpse of young Marie smirking at him from the corner of her eye before disappearing into the living room. He felt like Jell-O now that he was seen for the first time in his sissy attire. It was devastating to his already shrunk male ego. He gingerly went back to the living room where everyone was sat in chairs staring right at him. The girls were all giggling and smirking and John looked up at the ceiling to hide his already apparent shame. You couldn’t help but notice him, with all those rustling organza petticoats and the staccato tapping of those stiletto heels. He had a reason to be ashamed.

He had never been too kind to his niece and always belittled her. She was always it seems at the brunt of his crude jokes and male ego that embarrassed her. And here she was looking every part like the perfect young lady he never recognized her for. She was very well endowed and had a perfect figure. Her makeup was like icing on a cake, and with her legs crossed, her platform heels showed off her legs and ankles so perfectly well. In the past he must have forgotten what a charming young lady she had become. Jenna on the other hand had jet black long hair and was a match for her friend. She too was well endowed and slim. Her makeup was so perfect and caked up to attract attention, and those long eyelashes! She was born into an Italian family that had strong mob ties and she was very astute and domineering. Her niece Marie wasn’t supposed to be here and John thought that the girls brought her to belittle him even more. At twenty six he had to appear as a six year old sissy boy in front of this snickering and giggling nine year old Italian girl and it was hard for him to take.

The girls all eyed him up from head to toe and John felt funny and stressed as the stares continued. Denise called him over to her and he did so obediently.

“Come here honey, let your niece have a look at you. Oh my, such a lovely party dress and so, so short!..Are those real seamed stockings?...I have never seen them before. They are so shiny and nice, ummmm. They feel good too. Nice silky legs for a boy!....”

Everyone laughed, except John as Denise continued her verbal charade of his outfit.

“You must tell me Margaret, where did you get such a lovely dress and those petticoats. I love how they rustle. Please tell?”

“Yes girl, I had a dressmaker custom make his outfit and he has many more in sweet pastel colors as well as black and green velvet. Most dresses however are made of satin as I love the material. It’s so silky and goes so well with his noisy organza pettis.

“I can see pink panties Jenna. He is wearing girl’s pink panties. HAHAHAHA”

Marie was ecstatic at her discovery. Laughter soon followed.

“Yes Marie he is wearing pink panties and a lovely white lace garter belt. How sissyish!”

Jenna added, “I love his stiletto heels. They are so outdated yet they accent his legs so well. I do hope he doesn’t teeter much in them. I’ll bet they are a handful!”

“Yeh Jenna your right, I’ll stick to platforms. I could never walk in those. But this lovely sissy boy will because he has to. HAHAHAHA”, added Denise.

“I love his hair, oh it’s so soft, mmmm. And it is styled just like, let me see now!..Oh yeh like Ann Hecht, the actress and comedienne who I know he hates so much. No more blonde jokes huh John Michael?...I’ll bet if you do, your mummy will wash your mouth out with soap, hahahahah. Oh that is so, so funny don’t you think Jenna?”

“Oh yes!...And I’ll bet he is a dumb blonde!....Isn’t that funny sissy boy?”

John was not at all amused and stood there taking all the humiliation in from the young ladies dressed in his sissy attire against his will and feeling deeply ashamed.

“How often do you dress him this way Aunt Margaret?”

As Denise spoke she rubbed her hand his panty clad bottom and ran her manicured fingers up his bottom to irritate and provoke him. Jenna watched and giggled.

“Oh this is normal at home outfit. He is always dressed this way. He does his chores such as cooking and cleaning so dressed and now he will greet my other friends when they will come over”.

“Does he ever wear trousers like jeans?”, Jenna quipped.

“Absolutely not!...He always wears party dresses because he is under dress discipline for his own good. In trousers he was too ill mannered and disrespectful. He will always wear only party dresses and high heels, I might add!...”

Denise added, “I love his nails. How creative!..Did you see them Marie? He has little strawberries on each nail. They are gorgeous!.......”

“Strawberries?....How cute. I noticed the Strawberry Shortcake charm bracelet too!....HAHAHA”, added Marie.

Margaret sat back taking all this in, loving the comments.

“Now PollyAnn what do you say to the ladies for their lovely comments, hmmm?”

“Thank you Miss Denise and Miss Jenna”

“Are we forgetting someone or is that deliberate young man?”

“Thank you Miss Marie for your lovely comments. And thank you mummy for inviting our lovely guests today.”

“Well PollyAnn it’s time for the ladies to discuss feminine subjects and time for children to be absent. Besides I feel you were rude to Marie for forgetting to thank her. For that, you will go into your corner, but you will not sit on your precious stool. You will stand at attention in the corner with your hands on top of your head and do so young man quietly. I expect you to be perfectly still and stand good and straight, heels together and legs also, understood sweet child?”

“Oh before I forget young man, your niece and her friend brought something special for you, ladies?...”

John cringed at the thought. “What did she mean?”