This is a female authoritarian sissy boy story, although with a softer touch than many others. There is sugar and spice and (mostly) everything sissy-nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy behavior and a little kinky sex are your thing, please read on. If not, thanks for looking anyway.

It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intended to portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present.

This chapter is rated R, however, some future chapters may be rated X. Please be of appropriate age or be gone!

A note to my (God bless you all!) loyal readers: I had intended this to be a five chapter story. However, the middle chapter just became too long and a natural break presented itself at this point in the review process. Accordingly, this is the first posting of what was to be the middle chapter. The balance of that chapter is written, but not fully reviewed. It should be submitted within a day or so.

 

Miss Prissy Paunceworth

by sissystevie

Chapter III – Prissy's Excellent Day Out

 

Peter's dreams went from weird to outright bizarre. He always seemed to be helplessly tied down to something - usually a bed. In one dream Miss Tellit stood over him in an exotic black leather dress and high boots. In another scene he was an outrageously dressed sissy queen tied to a high pedestal atop a parade float with hundreds of people giggling at him.

His final dream, which jarred him awake, was of being captured wearing sissy shorts and a frilly blouse by two young boys. They tied him up and then made him orally service their boy-toys as they mocked him for seeming to enjoy it, which to his horror, he did!

As he attempted to roll over, he discovered that the bondage was quite real. The prior night's events then started coming back to him. The mess in his panties, some of it quite fresh, confirmed the rest.

"This is worse than yesterday," he thought. "What is this madhouse making me into?"

But he knew the answer.

"Well-well, a penny for your thoughts, sweet sissy!" said Miss Tellit as she bounced through Peter's bedroom door. "Was my sissy comfy last night? Let me see how much you enjoyed your sweet satin restraints."

Peter was flabbergasted as she walked over to his bed and inspected his panties, fearing what he knew would come next, but unable to take his eyes from his special fairy princess. She had made a special effort to distract her little sissy and allowed him time to take it all in.

Of course, his eyes immediately went to her heels, which were white five inch stilettos with long pointed toes. Miss Tellit watched as the fetishistic sissy's eyes traveled up her long white nylon clad legs to discover her mini skirt. She smiled as Peter drew in a deep breath when he discovered it was made from thin supple white leather. The low riding skirt had a matching wide white belt with a big silver buckle encircling her hips.

Completing her ensemble was a flowing low cut, notched collar blouse, which had billowing long sleeves and allowed more than a hint of her lacy bra that lay underneath. The blouse's long thin cuffs and front were done up with many small cloth covered buttons. Her lips and nails were painted a bright red and her makeup heavier than usual for daytime, but not as severe as the prior evening.

After allowing the sissy to feast on her provocative outfit, she said, "Oh my, it would seem that last night's 'stimulation' wasn't enough for you, was it Prissy?

"Look, you're all messy again. Well, we certainly know how to clean that up, don't we, Prissy?" she rhetorically teased the helpless, hapless sissy.

"Let's get you up. Today we have much to do."

As she undid his satin bonds, she further tantalized Peter by adding, "Did you enjoy your little satin prison last night? I just bet you had some marvelous dreams!"

Peter was adapting to the morning routine, but dreaded the idea of repeating the degrading process of 'cleaning' his panties.

Upon entering the bathroom, she had him discard his cute robe and bra in the hamper. After he took his pills and cleaned his face, teeth and slightly tender 'little love tunnel,' Miss Tellit had him take off his soaked panties and hand them to her.

"More dreams, Prissy? I heard from Doctor Cutwell about Monday night's dream. Kissing another cute sissy boy - how sweet, how very sissy! I wonder what last night's dream was all about. My-my, so much yummy sissy cream! It must have been terribly naughty!

"Prissy, today I won't make you share any of your sweet sissy cream with me. You can lick the entire peenie pouch all by yourself! Isn't it nice to start out the day with such a sissy delight?"

She handed the sopping panties back to the nonplussed sissy, and said, "Well, of course it is!" Then, in a very stern voice, added, "Now, be my good little girlie boy and be about it! You have three minutes. Every second over that will get you a notation in your P-Book!"

The smell from the panties was overwhelming. There were at least two, and perhaps many more, discharges in the pouch, including with the enormous one that Miss Tellit had caused when she put him to bed.

After Peter hesitated, she quickly said, "Peter, you must understand two things. One this is an obedience test - fail it at your own peril! And, two, if you really are to become a sissy, you will have to get used to the, errr, 'experience.' But, somehow, I think you already know that! So get to it, my dear!"

Peter reluctantly opened up the end of the crusty, drenched, vile pouch and began licking away. It really was not that horrible. After the first few licks the taste and odor seemed to go away, or maybe he was just becoming accustomed to it.

He ran over the three minutes, but Miss Tellit, delighted with his complete capitulation, let it go. She then showed him how to wash out his soiled panties and hang them up on a wooden rack next to the sink. "I think yesterday's notation regarding this is enough for now. However, I shall not help you in this regard again.

"Okay, Prissy, into the tub and then makeup, tittie pumps and dressing for the school day. You have a really cute new outfit for the afternoon. And don't forget your 'fanny friend.' Mind that you use plenty of lubrication as you will discover your 'friend' grew a little bit last night."

After tidying up his room and making his bed three times until Miss Tellit approved, Peter found himself hanging from the lacing bar as Miss Tellit mercilessly tightened his corset down to the prescribed number of inches, adding another half inch for the day.

Shortly thereafter Peter was dressed for breakfast in his school shorts, blouse and pinafore. It had not dawned on the poor sissy how differently he was dressed from the other students. None wore pinafores, and the girls wore cute pleated skirts with their round collar blouses. The boys, although all quite younger than Peter, wore regular boys shorts and knit polo shirts – not to mention their lack of makeup, painted nails, curly hair and mary janes!

After placing his journal in Doctor Cutwell's mailbox, Peter proceeded through the common room to a routine, if meager, breakfast.

Class was interesting to Peter. After a half hour of group voice exercises, Doctor Cutwell gave a lecture of the psychological background of speech problems.

At the class' truncated tutorial portion various students paired up with tutors or instructors. Peter found himself with Miss Tellit and Winnie. Miss Tellit had Winnie run through her vowel sounds in a high feminine register and then had Peter copy it as best as he could. By the end of the session Peter was amazed at how girlish his voice seemed. It was almost as if he had discovered his natural voice.

Peter collected his things and happily proceeded to dance class, quite eager to be with the nice Madame d'Horscourt again. Upon entering the studio, he found her seated at a large flat screen monitor looking at a video of a ballet. He walked across to her and executed a deep curtsey that even surprised him with its grace. Even having no skirt to hold did not seem to deter his effort, although it did remind him of how much he secretly wanted to wear one.

"Oh, Prissy-Peter, what a nice way to be greeted," she exclaimed. "Come sit beside me. I want to show you something.

"Do you see that beautiful woman dancing? Do you know who she is?"

As Peter took his place beside her, he shook his head 'no,' but was fascinated by the graceful slender ballerina.

"Prissy, she is Suzanne Farrell, perhaps the foremost American ballerina of the twentieth century. I danced beside her for a couple of years with the New York City Ballet. Alas, I was only a member of the corps de ballet and she was a principal dancer, and foremost muse of the famous Ballet Master, George Balanchine. Just look at her phenomenal presence and fluid grace.

"He referred to her as his doe eyed 'alabaster princess.' She was described in a review as his 'quintessential ballerina - supple, strong, achingly graceful, alternately innocent and sensual with long neck, arms and legs, small head, and a beautiful heart-shaped face with creamy, unblemished skin.'

"Sweetie, you might be interested in knowing that she started off dancing as somewhat of a reverse sissy. Because of her five foot, seven inch height during her early teen years, she was forced to dance boys' parts in recitals.

"Can you imagine such a ridiculous thing? Well, it would be just like you dancing as a boy!"

Pulling a keyboard and mouse tray out, Madame d'Horscourt selected a new screen, and said, "Prissy, I want to show you something. Here is a picture of Miss Farrell. Now let's place it beside a picture of you from your salon visit last Monday.

"Do you see similarities?"

Peter was amazed. Indeed he did see many similarities with his long neck, doe eyes and heart shaped face. They even had the same color and texture of hair. He nodded with an open mouth.

Madame continued, "Look, even your bodies are somewhat similar, especially your limbs.

"Prissy, I want her to become your muse as well. I have a DVD of her dancing Balanchine's revival of Richard Rodgers' 'Slaughter on Tenth Avenue' that I want you to watch this evening. 'Slaughter' is a more modern dance and was originally part of a movie made years before this performance. Her style here is the type of movement and grace I want you to learn. Later you can study her more classical works such as 'Jewels' and 'Don Quixote, and not to forget, Odette, the swan queen of 'Swan Lake.'

"Isn't it thrilling to watch her?"

It was indeed to Peter. Never had he seen anything so beautiful.

"Now, Prissy-Peter, I am going to put you into a petticoat and then have you practice the movements I taught you yesterday. Please follow me to the dressing room.

Peter followed her to the dressing room just off the main studio area where Madame first went to a cupboard that had more pairs of delicious heels and ballet slippers than Peter could imagine.

She removed a pair of four inch pointed toe satin heels and told Peter to put then on. When he appeared comfortable in them, she turned to another closet. Peter could not stop staring at his beautiful heels.

However, Peter gasped when she opened a cabinet with more frilly sissy confections that Peter thought possible. Madame removed one modest sized taffeta and net petticoat, and asked him to step into it and pull it up about his corset-slimmed waist.

After Peter secured it on his waist, euphoria came overcame him. Putting his hands down to pat its raised sides was just heavenly. He imagined how a pretty frilly silk or satin skirt or dress would look over the cloud of puffy fluff and swooned.

"Yes, Prissy, all sissies adore their petticoats," cooed Madame D'Horscourt. "Now, let's get with it the practice."

After forty-five minutes of drilled him on mincing, twirling, curtsying and sitting, she ordered him to change and repair his hair and makeup.

"Prissy-Peter, today's session has to end a little early, pack your Diva Farrell DVD and scurry off to see Doctor Cutwell. I understand that she is to administer your first SPAE. You should find that most interesting!"

As with the prior day, Madame d'Horscourt's exercises had caused Peter's newly enlarged 'fanny friend' to move about resulting in a sensation that he now found quite pleasant. As Peter found his way to Doctor Cutwell's office, he wiggled his hips in an attempt to duplicate the feeling, which caused him to walk in a most exaggerated sissy mince.

He had no idea why a couple of other students giggled when he passed them, but was pleased to have Doctor Cutwell compliment him on his deportment and curtsey when he entered her office.

Cordelia Cutwell got right to business. "Prissy-Peter, I want you to go over to the closet on your right and take off your blouse and shorts. Please put on the short white silk robe hanging behind the door and then come over and sit in the chair beside the monitor and keyboard in the breakfront.

Peter took off his uniform, laying it on a nearby chair, and in the most girly manner, quickly reached for the silk robe to cover himself up, which it only marginally managed to do. He searched for a sash or tie but failed to find any, although there were loops for some kind of belt.

Finding a satin covered hanger, he carefully placed his shorts and blouse on it went to hang it in the closet. He drew a breath at the beautiful long sheer white negligee hanging next to where he placed his hanger.

He sat in the arm chair and Doctor Cutwell began placing electrode sensors about his body, including on his little budding girlie mounds, nipples and genitals.

"Prissy," she explained, "these sensors are similar to those of a lie detector machine. However, in this case they will measure your sexual stimulation to various images that will flash before you on the screen. From the results we will measure certain of your sexual proclivities.

"Its fancy name is a Sexual Preference Acuity Examination or 'SPAE,' for short. I will review the results with you tomorrow. Many students, and particularly sissies, find it most enlightening. Later, we will discuss various aspects of the findings. We will repeat the exam at various intervals during your stay here."

Lifting a helmet-like device with a low visor and a cable connecting it to computer, Doctor Cutwell continued, "Prissy, this is a virtual reality, or 'VR,' helmet. When I put it on you, you will see a soft blue background and hear a pleasant soft outside sound suppressing tone. Shortly thereafter images will appear.

"All you need do is to relax and focus on the VR image. The machine will do the rest. Please only focus and the image before you. I will be right beside you monitoring your progress on the monitor's screen."

She slipped the VR device over Peter's head, completely blocking out all other sound and sight. Picking up a small microphone, she said, "Comfy? Okay, here's goes."

Peter felt a moment of claustrophobia, but the soft colors and calming sound soon relaxed him. Then the images began. He was amazed at their clarity.

First came some photos of Peter at home in normal boy's clothing, then pictures of him dressed in his mother's lingerie flashed between the 'normal boy' images. After a few moments, recent pictures of Peter at the beauty salon and at Merstead Hall were added to the mix.

The blue background momentarily appeared again before a new set of images flashed before him. These were of male and female shoes. He could feel his breathing shorten as picture of various pointed toe high stiletto heels and frilly satin heels with bows flashed buy. The male shoes seemed offensive and out of place.

Beside Peter, Cordelia Cutwell smiled as she saw the very predicable results. Peter's shoe fetish was hardly a state secret.

After pausing again, images of lingerie past before Peter. They varied between white and pastel frilly sissy things and slinky black female items. After another pause, picture of frilly sissies, both real photos and drawings flashed by. There were mixtures of sissy boy shorts and the frilliest sissy girlie frocks Peter has even seen.

One young sissy with fine honey brown hair looked so familiar to Peter, but he could not place it to a person. Another doe-eyed blond sissy in various frilly outfits just blew Peter away.

The images paused and changed to women dressed in black leather dominatrix outfits. One tall beautiful blond woman appeared several times. Peter noticed that she had a belt with a large emblem on its buckle exactly like those on Doctors Learned's and Cutwell's rings and anklets. She appeared in a final picture with the doe-eyed sissy. They looked like mother and daughter.

Pausing yet gain, Peter's body seemed to stiffen as pictures of sissies in bondage began to flash through the VR gear.

Doctor Cutwell sifted in her chair as the final two sets were transmitted to Peter's VR display. These were the ones that most interested her.

The screen blinked and a set of images with two frilly sissies appeared. At first they just modeled their frilly outfits, but then they began to kiss and fondle one-another. Peter's breath again quickened as his heart rate shot up.

The boys were next shown in their frilly lingerie first fondling each other's peenie, and then taking each other's into their very eager mouths. Peter wished that the still images would change into a video. The two sissies were so pretty and seemed so very happy giving and taking pleasure from their taboo acts.

The series ended with pictures of the boys' cute cummy filled little mouths licking and swallowing down each other's sweet sissy cream. Seeing that, poor Peter threw the SPAE needles off the chart by shooting in his own panties.

"Well, that answers that!" Doctor Cutwell observed to herself as she terminated the study early. "We'll get to the other sequence next week."

She removed Peter's helmet and other sensors as she said, "My-my, we did have quite an 'experience,' didn't we, my little prissy sissy?"

Peter's hands went to the front of his massively soiled panties as his faced blushed. He foolishly tried to convince himself that Doctor Cutwell did not know what had sent him over the edge.

That little sissy fantasy ended abruptly when she asked, "Miss Tellit told me that this morning you had a similar 'accident' in your panties. Were you dreaming about the same thing, Prissy?"

Looking at the befuddled sissy, whose face was now scarlet, she smiled and said, "I'll take your blush as a 'yes.'

"Not to worry. Prissy, you are a sissy, and sissies dream of such things. It's normal for you.

"Your journal assignment for tonight is to write about your afternoon with Theodosia. I want you to recount your most intimate feelings about being in public and the people you meet.

"No point in redressing as Miss Tellit has a nifty new Wednesday afternoon sissy outfit for your outing with her. Tie the sash of your robe, gather up your uniform and report back to your room."

She added "I'll contact Theodosia and tell her to meet you there," as she went to her desk and picked up the phone. Peter gathered his things and silently left the embarrassing situation.

Peter was initially glad to be out of Doctor Cutwell's office, but then the reality of how he looked hit him. He was out in the open hallway wearing a skimpy little white silk robe that only barely covered his lacy bra and soppy creamy panties. He should have asked her where its sash was.

Simply holding his bags and clothing while still maintaining even the most basic level of modesty was practically impossible. He shuddered at the thought that his bedroom was at the other end of the large mansion.

Despite his immense dread, his walk of shame was even worse. His robe simply would not stay closed, and when he tried to close it, he dropped one thing or another. Moreover, keeping his 'fanny friend' in place was proving problematic without his tight shorts.

There did not seem to be a person he knew, or didn't know for that matter, that he did not run into.

Winnie almost collapsed in giggles as Peter bent over to pick up his uniform for the third time. "Poor...sis...see," she sounded out between fits of laughter.

Her infectious laughter brought others.

Doctor Learned saw Peter's disheveled progress and, with a stern frown, simply demanded his P-Book. After making two rather long notations, she said, "You have a very long way to go, sissy, and it looks like it will be a painful one at that. Your entire presentation is a mess and your panties are beyond a disgrace! What did you comb your hair with? An eggbeater?"

Even Hilda the stout, grumpy housekeeper saw fit to grunt out a disparaging comment just as Peter dropped his clothes once again. However, this time, to Peter's absolute horror, when he bent over, his 'fanny friend' - having only its small flange and Peter's skimpy bikini panties to hold it in place - shot out from his rectum and easily pushed its way past his panties.

"Eeeow," cried a nearly hysterical Hilda. "Pick up that 'thing,' you disgusting sissy!"

Peter grabbed the slippery plug and now found himself at a total loss with what to do with it.

"Stick it in your mouth," snarled the truculent housekeeper, "and hand me your P-Book!"

Peter was now in full melt down, sobbing openly as Hilda added twice to the headmistress' notations.

After a gauntlet of giggles from other students, poor pitiful Peter finally reached what he thought was the safety of his room. However, an angry Miss Tellit with crossed arms told him something far different.

"Prissy," she said, "hand me your P-Book, and then I think you know what to do with your panties."

When Peter looked at her with his 'friend'-filled mouth, she hissed, "Yes, of course, you have to take that thing out of your mouth. Put it in the sink. You can wash it later when you do your panties.

"Arrgh," she said with fire in her eyes, "if we had the time I would thrash you right now with my skirt's belt."

As she wrote yet another notation in his P-Book, she added, "When you finish lapping up that revolting mess, go to the loo, strip and wash both your panties and your pathetic little clitty. You will just have to manage getting out of your corset by yourself.

"Honestly, how can such a tiny thing squirt so much?" she muttered as she continued writing in his P-Book.

After returning from the bathroom, Peter took off his soaked panties and quickly lifted them to his mouth, not wanted to cause any more trouble. He was petrified about Friday evening's punishment session. In the last ten minutes he had already received at least five more dreaded notations in his Punishment Book - two of them from the headmistress, herself!

This time the taste of his 'discharge' did not bother him in the least as he sucked it from his panties. He wondered if that was because of the trouble he was in or if he now liked it. He idly mused that it might be that it was so fresh this time.

Never did it occur to the guileless sissy that he had once again been set up.

Anyway, he held the 'cleansed' panties for Miss Tellit's inspection and, after receiving her nod of approval, quickly went into the loo the finish cleaning up, adding his tear streaked face to the list.

Returning to the bedroom he saw that Miss Tellit had his outfit laid out and was waiting for him by the dressing table.

"Prissy, I think a nice firm nipple treatment is in order. Hold the tube while I adjust the suction." She turned on the machine, causing Peter's nipples to expand over an inch. Satisfied with the results, she removed the hoses, allowing the valve at the end of each tube to hold the vacuum.

"Okay, sissy," Miss Tellit crisply ordered, "we are going to fix your little plug problem once and for all. Bend over and put your hands on the bench. Good, now spread you legs."

Peter remained in that humiliating, totally vulnerable position with the twin nipple tubes absurdly pointing out from his chest, knowing that something new, and most likely not good, was about to happen.

She produced what Peter thought might be a garter belt. However, his hopes were dashed when he saw a strange looking single lace covered strap rather than the normal suspenders hanging from it. It was some type of harness.

Miss Tellit encircled Peter's waist with a tight white satin band, fastening it in back. Next she took the peculiar single strap dangling in front and pulled it down to a split that went about Peter's teapot. A small cup was sewn at the bottom of the slit that held his tessies and peenie up. Several ruffles about the teapot cup and hole tickled him, only making his peenie distress that much more dire. She then took up the remainder and pulled it up between his bum cheeks, where she allowed it to rest.

With the strap resting between his cheeks Peter has an excellent idea of what the strange device's function was. He was correct as to function, but unaware of its devious design.

Miss Tellit reached around Peter with a pink object and said, "Here, Prissy, meet your new and improved 'fanny friend.'"

To Peter's horror it was a quite realistic penis, and considerably larger than his prior 'friends,' even the one from that morning.

"Don't you just adore your new friend?" she mocked. "Now, show your mistress how much you like your new toy - kiss it!"

Peter may have acted horrified, but, like all true sissies, his peenie told the truth has it throbbed with renewed hardness - an observation Miss Tellit certainly did not fail to notice.

"Prissy, your little clitty tells me you want to kiss it, and maybe more. Surrender to your mistress and your own sissy urges!"

Peter leaned forward and tentatively kissed the dildo.

"Good, girl!" she said, and then continued in a lower, sexy voice, "You know you dream of these things. Now open wide and take the pretty penis into your eager little mouth."

As if in a trance, Peter did just that and began softly sucking on it in complete submission. Savoring her victory and thinking about what Peter would be doing to her in a few days, Miss Tellit allowed Peter to continue for a few minutes.

Finally she pulled it from Peter's mouth, making him kiss it goodbye, and said "Okay, Prissy, let me lube your new treasure up and you can take it for a little test drive. Now, won't that be fun!"

Even with its lubrication, it took some effort to fully mate Peter's fanny with its new friend. Once fully inserted, Peter felt very, very full and a little uncomfortable as the dildo did not have the same narrow ended flange that his previous friends had.

Miss Tellit took the loose end of the strap and threaded it through a ring and the end of the dildo. She pulled the strap's firm elasticized fabric taunt and hooked it to the rear on the tight waist band.

Despite its discomfort, Peter was relived that another embarrassing popping out would be avoided. He just did not realize at what price that relief would come.

Miss Tellit, told him to watch as she redid his hair with a curling iron into a much curlier than normal pageboy with a cute two inch barrette-mounted cornflower blue shiny chintz bow at his part.

His makeup was then done a manner similar to the prior evening with even larger and more pronounced long lashed doe-like eyes, glossy coral pink lips that matched his long nails and clown-like red cream blush circles on his cheeks.

After having Peter raise so she could remove the tubes from his tender too-long nipples and douse him in a saccharine sweet floral perfume, Miss Tellit decided to play another mind game with her sissy.

"Prissy," she said in coy voice, "would you like to put another kiss mark on one of my heels like you did last night? We all know how much you adore high women's heels, don't we, babykins?"

Peter was embarrassed, but simply could not forgo the opportunity to kiss her sexy heel and quickly went to his knees as she placed one foot on the makeup table's small bench. She allowed her short white leather skirt to ride up so Peter could get an eyeful of his other favorite fetish - or perhaps fetishes with her leather skirt.

"Now, sweet'ems, take your time to stroke my shoe and smell its sweet leather aroma. Yes, my sissy is such a high heel fetishist, isn't she?

"Now carefully place one perfect lip mark on the toe, and then everyone will know how submissively devoted you are to your mistress.

"Okey-dokey," Miss Tellit said, "time for your cute little sissy boy outfit.

"And Prissy, if you know what's good for you, for the rest of today you had better be the world's most outrageous prissy sissy boy. Just smile, mince, sway your hips and flap your arms about like the world's greatest milk-sop fairy!

"And trust me, babycakes; you 'will' be perfectly dressed for the part when I am done with you!"

Indeed he was! To the nines! In fact, he was so over the top that he looked more like a caricature of a sissy than a sissy. He could hardly believe his own reflection in the mirror. Everything on him was cornflower blue and white.

Underneath he was wearing an open cup frilly cornflower blue bra with white lace trimmings. His matching blue panties were of a new design to Peter. They were made from the finest soft nylon with a dainty high waist with a small cute white satin bow in front. They were plain nylon until their leg openings, which were covered by a cascade of frilly blue and white lace. Large white satin bows were featured on the outside of each leg.

His white blouse was made from sheer organza and had impossibly puffy short sleeves with blue and white lace trimmings. Many small cloth covered buttons went up its transparent back. Although Peter had yet to discover it, his blue lacy bra straps were clearly visible.

The blouse had a large round collar that was finished off at its edges in the same lace that trimmed its sleeves. However, the signature feature of the blouse was the huge bow between the front collars. It was made from very shiny chintz gingham-patterned fabric that matched the shorts lying on the bed. The bow's sides reached his shoulders, its top framed Peter's chin, and its bottom ends went below his collarbones. A strand of Peter's pearl necklace hung down from under the bow's center.

The blouse's front was also covered in rows the blue and white lace - just enough to hide view of his bra, but not enough to hide either his blue bra's outline or his distended nipples, which, to Peter's horror, defiantly pointed forward for all to see.

If the blouse screamed 'sissy,' his shorts were every bit its equal. They were made from the same fabric as Peter's huge neck bow. In back they had many small cloth covered buttons that started under his bottom and went up to the short's very high waist. A shorter row of the buttons was on each outside seam of the short pant legs.

The buttons pulled the fabric tight, molding his perky derriere and clearly showing a tiny bulge where his defiantly stiff little peenie stood firm - despite Peter's vain efforts to make it otherwise.

However, that was only the start of his sissy shorts' unique features. Their legs were very short, allowing Peter's new panties to hang beneath their hem, showing the panty's frilly blue and white lace and prominent white satin bows just as a slip or petticoat would under a dress' hem. The buttons on the pant legs kept them very tight and allowed the panty frills to balloon out at their bottoms.

The 'coup de sissy' was the short's high, broad waist that connected to frilly apron straps that went over his shoulders and attached to large cloth covered buttons in the front. The outside seams of the straps had chintz frills that not only called attention to poor Peter's budding bosom and pointy nipples, but then framed his blouse's huge puffy little girlie sleeves and see-through back. It was the perfect match for his huge neck bow.

Miss Tellit quickly put Peter into his accessories and directed him to go practice his sissy deportment before the bedroom's long dressing mirror.

"So typical," thought an observing Miss Tellit as she picked up her camera to record the event. "Wait 'til she discovers what her little harness, nylon panties and open bra do when she moves about!"

Peter struck a pose and took in his entire ensemble, now including his heels and accessories.

On his small feet he wore little girlie white ankle socks with three rows of blue and white lace folded over. His special gold and pearl ankle bracelet rode just below the frilly fold. His shiny cornflower blue mary janes had three inch heels and large three inch toe bows that matched the one at his neck.

In one white lacy gloved hand he held a tiny blue chintz handbag with 'Prissy Peter' embroidered in white across its side. In the other hand he held a draped little blue and white lace hankie. Both frilly lace covered wrists were limp, and the articles were delicately held between his thumbs and forefingers. Peter's little pearly bracelet daintily dangled from his right wrist.

"Now you like exactly like what you really are, a total simpering sissy boy," said Miss Tellit. "And you'd best act it! I want fine sissy smiles and pouty lips for everyone who sees you. And many, many people will see you this fine afternoon, my dear!

"Come along, my fine frilly friend, your public awaits!"

As Peter began to walk things grew worse - and then much worse as he descended the stairs.

The high heels of his mary janes had some sort of metal device at their ends that made a quite loud clicking sound with his every step. Wherever he went, the clacking sound would draw immediate attention to him.

The blouse's ruffled fabric moving over his exposed tender nipples was a distraction and would have been driving the poor sissy crazy had it not been for the fact that the nefarious dildo harness already had him crazy. Each step he took caused two things to happen. One, the portion surrounding his tiny teapot caused it to move over the soft nylon of his panties, and, two, the elasticized strap connected to his not-so-little 'fanny friend' cause it to move in his love canal.

All the stimulation caused two delightful - well, to everyone other than Peter - things to happen as he moved about: his sissy mincing took on ridiculous proportions, and he began squealing in a high pitched voice.

At the bottom of the stair Peter found Doctor Learned and Winnie, both in stitches over his performance coming down the stairs.

"Bravo, Theodosia," exclaimed the headmistress. "What a delightful change from that disgusting display earlier!"

Miss Tellit arrived at the foot of the stairs and gave Doctor Learned a little bob curtsey. "Why thank you, Ma'am. I think Prissy-Peter is beginning to understand how a proper sissy is presented and behaves."

Peter realized that a curtsey was required and went into a deep dip. Half way down he discovered yet another torment from his new found 'friend' and let out a high pitched squeal as he wobbled about on unsure legs.

All three women were so hysterical at Peter's performance that they simply could not impose further discipline on the poor boy.

"That's just too rich!" exclaimed Doctor Learned. "Winifred, please take the sissy outside for a little walk, I want to privately confer with Miss Tellit."

Winnie motioned to the open door and said, "Come...a...long, sis...see."

As Winnie and Peter departed, Doctor Learned and Miss Tellit went to her office where they were met by Cordelia Cutwell. What followed was a brief, but very informative, discussion about Peter's SPAE findings and accelerated plans for the next few days.

She took him down the sidewalk near the street before entering the garden area of the expansive lawn behind the old captain's mansion. Peter just minced along in his very best limp wristed, simpering, swishy sissy form - heels clicking away. Peter became very conscious of cars passing by - some even honked their horns and whistled.

However, Winnie was afraid that the outrageous sissy would cause an automobile accident. A nearby screech of tires came very close to proving her right.

To their mutual relief, they finally entered the more secluded garden area. Peter immediately notice two handsome young lawn boys who were busy trimming some nearby shrubbery. Terror formed in his eyes as he froze.

"Sit...down...sissy, those...heels...must...hurt," she said pseudo sympathetically, realizing Peter's real concerns about both the boys and his new not-so-little 'friend.'

Choosing between the devil and the deep blue sea, Peter sat down on a nearby garden bench and allowed his dildo to slip deeply within him, resulting in yet another uncontrolled high squeal, which, of course, drew the boys' attention.

"Well, now, that was a loose-loose outcome!" Peter sighed to himself.

Winnie, on the other hand, was delighted by the boys and seemed to know one of them. Peter secretly envied how she flirted with the taller, apparently older boy, but dreaded the fact that both were now approaching them. Inexplicitly, he emulated her as she fussed with her hair and quickly checked her makeup. It just seemed like the right thing to do.

As the boys neared, Peter knew they were making crude comments amongst themselves. There simply was no other way for Pater to play it. He choked on the phrase, but he had to play it 'straight.' No one on the face of any known planet in this, or the next three galaxies, would doubt that he was a sissy. Thus, a sissy he would be.

"Hi Winnie," said the older boy, clearly as delighted to see her as she was to see him. "So who's the new sissy?

"Oh, this is my runt brother John. He's gonna help me this summer."

She answered, "Hi...Hank," followed by some very rapid sign language that Peter utterly failed to interpret. Hank laughed and said, "Well, Johnny-bro, meet your first sissy, and this one is a doosie. What's his, or her, name, Winnie?"

"Pris...see. She's...on...sil...ence – can't...speak," she absently answered, far more concerned with her suggestive body position and flipping her hair than her speech - or Peter for that matter. Both older teens appeared to be somewhat smitten.

A few rapid exchanges of signing, punctuated with chuckles, followed. Peter remained seated and smiled, witless to do anything but. He was very conscious of John's leering, if not lecherous, eyes and felt like a piece of meat in a butcher's display case. His unconscious licking of his lips seemed to utterly undo the poor boy.

Peter became aware of an unexpected twitching in his already rigid peenie and a new tingly feeling in his nipples. His new 'fanny friend' was already an established disaster to his sexual senses. He knew this was quickly getting out of control; however, he just had to dare another coy look up at the cute boy.

Peter turned his head up towards John, and emulating Winnie, brushed back his hair with his hand. Making eye contact, he gave the younger boy the sweetest smile he could muster. Of course, Peter had no idea how suggestive it would be to him, especially when he again slowly licked his lips.

At that point, John was more speechless than Peter, and was rapidly loose control of the bulge in his pants. He knew Peter was one of those fairy girlie boys, but he had never seen anything quite so sexy.

"Geeze, he looks better that any of those stuck-up girls around here," John thought. "And he's giving off all sorts of signals that he wants to suck my cock. High time I got a little of what Hank gets from that stuttering chick."

Peter could not quite believe that he was openly flirting with a real boy and again wished his was in a skirt like Winnie. Equally mortifying, Peter was attracted to the handsome young man with strong muscles on his arms and legs. He especially liked John's broad chest and shoulders. It was so, well, 'so manly.'

Just as things were progressing, Miss Tellit called out for Peter to return to the house.

Peter got up from the bench, this time successfully - well, for the most part - suppressing the bolt of erotic electricity caused by his various teasing-torments readjusting themselves. It just seemed so important to properly impress this young handsome boy.

Peter turned to John and smiled again has he gave him a cute little sissy wave with his hankie. Both boys were oblivious to their naughty peenie/penis bulges. Peter twirled about and retraced his steps back to the main house, not caring a whit about the passing automobiles or the echoing clicks from his mary janes.

His mind was still reeling with impressions from his chance encounter with the lawn boys when he met a bemused Miss Tellit in the foyer. Peter failed to notice the binoculars sitting on the table near the door.

In another part of the mansion, however, raised binoculars watched as Hank and Winnie disappeared behind a row of thick shrubbery.

Pleased with her sissy, Miss Tellit said, "Prissy, we have to be off for a late luncheon with my Auntie Octavia and her little pet, Bunny. I think you and Bunny will get along famously!"

Sitting in Miss Tellit's sporty BMW convertible proved to be a whole new experience for Peter and his 'fanny friend.' It took a full measure of concentration to relax as the car traveled along.

Once relatively settled, Peter found himself torn between looking at Miss Tellit's raised leather mini skirt and the many stares from fellow travelers. Surprisingly, even to himself, Peter found it grand fun to wave back with his little hankie and even blow kisses at the gawkers. The vast majority of whom were greatly amused and waved back, although some were clearly more interested in the sexily clad Miss Tellit.

After a relatively short ride, they arrived at a secluded little restaurant overlooking the water, just over the Mt. Hope Bridge. They both pulled down the car's vanity mirrors to fix their hair and check their makeup before exiting.

Miss Tellit looked at Peter and said, "Now, Prissy, I want you to forget about all the other people and just be your sissy-self. It's safe here and the others will not be shocked by your appearance - unless it's sloppy and unsissy-like.

"Also, be well advised - very well advised, if you in any way embarrass me in front of my aunt, I will thrash you without mercy right then and there in front of the entire restaurant!

"When you meet Bunny you will understand the standards by which you will be judged. Do you completely understand?"

Peter nodded and they were off, and soon entered a charming little dining room done in pretty pastel prints. Its windows were open and a cool breeze waffled in from the bay.

After scanning the room, Miss Tellit headed off to the far corner with Peter mincing and heel clicking in his very best sissy form behind her. They approached an elegant older woman and a young blond girl who were sitting at the corner table.

The older woman had a large mane of silvery hair pulled up in a broad Gibson Girl-style atop her head. Her aristocratic face and slender body commanded respect. She wore a chiffon printed flowing blouse over a fine silk camisole dress. Peter corrected assumed that she was Auntie Octavia, which made the striking young blond girl next to her Bunny.

Auntie Octavia remained seated and smiled at her niece. Bunny, however, rose to her feet and went into a deep, flawlessly executed curtsey. Her appearance caused Peter to put his hand to his mouth a squeal.

Bunny was a frilly sissy! And without doubt, the most delectable prissy, girlie sissy Peter had even seen! She was perfection in every detail and movement.

Peter appraised Bunny from her little be-bowed satin pumps to her ribbon resplendent hair in a way that only one sissy can assess another sissy. Peter found himself swooning.

Bunny was his dream sissy. Bunny was everything Peter wanted to become. Bunny was wearing everything Peter had ever dreamed of wearing - and even more!

She was dressed entirely in pale pink with white trim. Peter's eyes again went from her heels (where else?) to her head. Bunny wore high satin heels with satin straps about her ankles that were tied in enormous five inch bows. To Peter's mind, they were perfectly matched with her seamed white lace stockings.

When she dipped into her curtsey, Peter reached Nirvana seeing the frilliest of frilly white lace-covered suspenders attached to her stocking tops. Each little tab ended in a delicate pink bow with satin streams covering the hooks. That, alone, had nearly caused the hapless fétichiste to faint.

The balance of Bunny's presentation was only 'merely' breathtaking. Her pink sheer taffeta of her dress ended just at the tops of her stockings in a sea of petticoats that rustled and swished in the most wonderful way. The dress' high white taffeta waist band was nine inches wide and ended behind her in a puffed-out bow that was so wide that its ends could be seen on either side of her impossibly thin waist when she faced forward.

The white lacy neck of her dress was so high that it tickled her chin and its high puffy short sleeves were made from the same white lace as the neckline.

Besides wearing pearly jewelry in more places that Peter count, she wore elbow length lace gloves that had a circle of frills at their tops, and, like Peter, she carried a dainty handbag and hankie in her perfectly ballerina-like limp wristed hands. Her glossy pink lips and doe eyes conveyed a pouty look of constant sissy surprise.

Bunny's mane of light blond hair was done in angel wings high on each side on her head. Each pig tail bunch was tied with a combination of wide pink and white satin ribbons that streamed down to her neck.

"Prissy, my dear, you may curtsey once you mange to close your dropped jaw." Miss Tellit giggled as she and her aunt exchanged a knowing smiles and then deep embraces.

"Well, that's it for this one," she mused. "The final bait is set. We just have to remove what little remains of his silly ideas of ever becoming a real boy, and we shall do precisely that by the weekend."

Peter did manage a quite respectably curtsey, despite not having a frilly skirt, but using his panties' side bows in lieu thereof. He still was unable to remove his eyes from the image of sissy perfection standing posed him.

Although Peter did manage to repress his little squeal during the curtsey - no doubt because of his fixation with Bunny, it caught up to him when he sat. His high pitched squeak had both women and the sissy, as well as every restaurant patron, all giggling

"Well, it's so nice to finally meet you, Prissy," chuckled Auntie Octavia as poor Prissy's face turned a red that matched his rouged cheeks.

Thankfully, the ladies turned to other matters, in particular the upcoming visit of a very special woman and her daughter. Peter was more focused on Bunny's hand moving up and down his thigh under the tablecloth.

After a couple of minutes, she took his hand and placed it on her thigh - just where her suspender attached to her stocking. Bunny blew Peter a silent air kiss with her pouty lips as she thought just how delectable this new sissy would taste. The weekend just could not come soon enough for her.

Sensing that Peter might be getting too carried away and squirt in his panties - something she was sternly warned NOT to allow, Bunny backed off, and said, "Prissy, if you become a sissy 'girl,' Miss Theodosia will bring you down to Aunties for the weekend. Wouldn't that just be so much fun?"

Peter eagerly nodded his head in agreement, only dimly grasping the significance of her emphasis on the 'girl' of sissy girl.

The delightful little late afternoon luncheon came to a conclusion, and it was time to say goodbyes. Miss Tellit rose and went over to Aunty Octavia and kissed her firmly and deeply on her lips.

Both Peter and Bunny rose, and Bunny took him into to her arms and kissed Peter deeply with her tongue going well into his receptive mouth.

"Be a very good little sissy and meet me this weekend for fun like you've never even dared dream of!" she whispered.

An altogether too soon, Peter found himself back at Merstead Hall. Miss Tellit told him to remain in his sissy boy outfit until bedtime and suggested his tend to his homework.

A very confused Peter decided to look at the ballet DVD before dinner and tend to his journal after dinner. In his journal he found it a breeze to describe Bunny down to the most minute detail, and not-so-easy, but okay, to describe John. However, he found it impossible to honestly describe his sexual reaction to either of them.

*****

Miss Tellit arrived and prepared Peter for bed. She remained standing next to Peter's bed after binding his wrists and ankles to the bed posts.

"Prissy," she said, "Because of your behavior coming back from Doctor Cutwell's office, I cannot give you your regular little treat. However, because you were so good this afternoon, I will give you a little show of what to look forward to."

Peter looked up at her as she slowly began to dance about in her stiletto heels and short leather skirt. She showed each stocking clad leg, fully exposing her garters. Peter only thought he was in heaven until she began to undo the soft white blouse, which was followed by her white leather mini skirt.

She gently swayed before him in satin and lace bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and heels. Peter was sure he would squirt even with nothing touching his peenie. However, before that could happen, Miss Tellit grabbed up her belongings, blew the world's most frustrated sissy a goodnight kiss, and left.

Something in Peter's mind kept focusing on her panties. Could it possibly be true, or just an erotic thought?

 

To be continued...

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