Angelina Frayne was 48 and a bouffant blonde, one of those women whose copious bust and low stature give the impression of a bundle of energy in female form. She sat forward on the edge of her armchair, angled towards Eleanor and Trinny on their settee. Most hood ornaments are phallic symbols, they were very obvious, the new cars have moved to a indented CLEFT....THE VAGINA.

A year ago, I was dating a cargo-pants-wearing computer programmer who constantly sported an oversized hoodie. I thought she was gorgeous, but when we were together in public I was ashamed. I kept on mildly nudging her toward more girly attire. “I just don’t feel like me in a skirt,” she said. “Don’t you understand?” It's because you're laughing at him," she explained. "He can't stand it when women laugh at the way I've babied him. Here... I'd better put his mat underneath. You could easily make him cum." I haven't any photos of Baby Petal, but another sissy baby girl has written to me and sent me her photos. Pansy Raelene Gronski: Oh Jayne, is that what you call him?" cried Eleanor with a laugh as she helped to pull the struggling male into the middle of the chairs.

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Eleanor held the bar with her hands outside the arm cushions and slowly let her weight sag until she dangled in a flounce of mandarin silk, with her tunic top flaring in and out around her, her high heeled boots swaying on the floor and the knees of her white polyester pants hanging and bouncing in front. There wasn't a sound from the Baby Butterfly, which bent gracefully to absorb its passenger as her hand bar bounced up and down at arm's length. This is Angelina... from Yesterday's Man. As you will know, YM as it's known to us is one of the most influential, up-and-coming organisations catering for women like us. I just love that motto: 'Give us a husband, we'll give you an effeminate panty-rag'. She has very kindly agreed to demonstrate one of their training items for us today, and she's going to use my pathetic husband as her babified sissy.

You’re so ungrateful,” she said, as I opened a full-length purple ball gown on Christmas my senior year of high school and promptly frowned, tossing it to the side. I nodded, knowing that she was leaving out part of the story. That same Christmas my mother invited my girlfriend to spend New Year’s Eve with us. It was the first time a female partner of mine had been invited to anything. Would you like to follow Marie-Christine, darling, into the Women's World of Work? Of course you have to dress the part from the skin outwards, and generally fit in with the way women are: feminine and elegant. It was a pleasure to read your letter, not least because it fills in more of the picture of Sissy Katrin and her total emasculation. I know from other women/mistresses how degrading it is for their sissy to have to work on the process of revealing more details of their own sissyness, as in Katrin's case of translating your letter to send to me. Seeing at first hand what revelations are being made to so many sissies and their mistresses. She is sort of betraying herself, I suppose.Well, you're wearing such GOR-geous baby panties, darling," cried Eleanor with a grin. "No wonder your pretty romper looked so wide and so babyish. Shall we take off your frilly panties and inspect your baby diapers for you? ... to see if Sissy Jennifer needs changing?" She turned to Angelina who was sitting watching them enjoying their baby teasing. "Can you unhook the baby's legs while he's still in the frame... for a diaper change?"