Put him in these shoulder petticoats," she said, "and I want him in Snow-White knee-highs and crystal pumps to match this dress." Ah! There you are,” she said cheerily. “Strip off and I’ll get your costume out and put it on you.” How sweet he's wearing a lovely girls' blouse," said her daughter, grinning as she got up to feel the ruffles down the front. "Look, mother: his skirt buttons onto his blouse. I love that." In that case, I can either discuss the sort of bra you might need – for a start, the underwire variety necessary for ladies with larger cup size is not really comfortable for the male shape. You won’t, or rather, I suspect you won’t be interested in the silliness of demi-cups or the concealment offered by sports-bras. You’ve already said that you’re looking for something like 42-C – which is at the less overt end of the scale. If you were aiming to be full-breasted and public – then you’d be getting different advice.” The party was even worse than I feared. As each little girl arrived with her mother they all stared at my outfit, especially my padded bottom with the little fluffy bunny tail. Several of them innocently asked why a boy was wearing tights and a leotard. One of the little girls wasn’t accompanied by her mother but by her older sister.

Yes, that's much better, sweetheart,” answered Carolyn, a knowing smile crossing her lips. “Sit here and I'll start your bath water,” she said, turning and entering the adjacent bathroom. We'll have to get that outfit for the fairy," replied her mother. "I must say, his blouse and very short skirt add a charmingly childish touch to his appearance. And I like the way his hands are fastened helplessly to his legs."An "Aaaahhhhhhhhh!" of admiration mingled with delight escaped every woman in the circle as every pair of crimson lips seemed to be close enough to reach down and kiss his exposed helmet. "Isn't it dainty?" "A little sweetie!" "I've never seen such a girlish penis, have you?" "No, it's a girl's penis, I'm sure." And four or five pairs of fingers, some of them gloved, held his stiffened organ by the shaft, the helmet, his testacles and the most sensitive parts of his legs and groin. But Miss Presswell sounded like she had some hellish scheme in mind for me. Will I be changing sissies' panties again?" Ooh Carolyn that was just wonderful. You are really mothering me, I can’t remember being so pampered and loved.”

I remember the first time I tried on panties – they were a bit big but the feel of them as they slid up my legs was so different from the boy things that I normally had to wear. The way they seemed to cling gently to the skin, hold so nicely rather than merely as a covering between my body and trousers. Just so much nicer. They were soft and smooth and slinky. I could let my fingers touch them and my fingers would glide across the surface. So nice.He can come out of his uniform for the rest of the morning," announced Miss Presswell. "I want him circulating through the different departments of the boutique and I want him available." Well you can see that Jason isn't suffering at all, Eileen," returned Mrs Mitchell. "He's not very happy, but he can breathe all right. I like the way his warm, soft flesh is so... unprotected. Can we touch him?" she asked. Carolyn got me to walk about the room taking small steps and placing one foot in line with the other as I walked. Carolyn praised me as I mastered walking as a girl would. Next Carolyn got me to giggle in girly I was more confidant of going out to eat with my two kind hosts. Carolyn told to me to sit down at the vanity bench and I did so gracefully and in a girly manner.

Why should I be patient with a worthless nancyboy who promises to do all kinds of things, then changes his mind when he is given his instructions? You are not worth my time, boy. You're a little maggot, like so many sissy wimps." Oh Christine, you look absolutely wonderful,” exclaimed Aunt Mary, thoroughly pleased at the latest transformation. “I wish Susan could be here to see how darling you are.” After donning their wraps, the two ladies led me to the car for the drive downtown to the restaurant, while daintily dressed as a girl. As she slid the silky panties up and down along my member, I began to shudder, “Yes! Yes! Make me your little girl!!” With that, my shaft erupted into the delicate little panties and I collapsed down onto the vanity seat. At this point I considered myself to be a girl.

Alicia Presswell took a deep breath. "Well I suppose my next step in sending out your photos will depend entirely on you, Jason," she said; "on your perfect behaviour." Carolyn asked, "And did you like it?" I said that I did and once I had put the nightie on I was determined that the fact I liked it would remain my secret. Let me tell you about Jason," she said in an excited voice. "Jason Boothroyd, to be exact. He can sometimes be quite rude and... pig-ignorant, in my opinion, but seeing Jason wearing a little summer dress with those dreamy white puffed sleeves and a lovely girls' white collar changes all that, don't you agree?"