The Small Add

by Samantha Michelle Davies

  

Part 2

  

That Saturday night was awful. I could not sleep. I could not think. I got up. I sat down. The only word for it was awful. One minute I could not believe my luck at what I had stumbled on. The next, I thought that Babs had not told me even half what was really going on. The next, I was aghast that I had let myself be used like this.

Sleep came very late in the night. It was not restful though. When I came too, I saw that it was nearly midday but I felt that I had only been asleep for a few minutes. I lay in bed still trying to gather my thoughts into some semblance of order. I failed miserably.

I got up, dressed and went out for hopefully a long, long walk. I sort of headed anywhere. I could not careless where I went but I felt that anywhere would do.

I wandered this way and that exactly where I could not tell. Somewhere, my subconscious noted that I was graduating towards the bright lights of the West End.

In a normal conscious state I would have avoided this part of London like the plague especially in the last weekend before Christmas but here I was aimlessly wandering down Regent Street in the dark melting into the crowds but hey that's what I am good at after all.

My thoughts were still in a mess when I was rudely awakened by the sight of Babs coming out of a large department store carrying an armful of packages. The Big Mercedes was waiting for her. The uniformed driver took the packages and put them in the boot and then ushered her into the car. He got in and they took off.

What was she doing here? I did not know but the event brought me quickly back to reality. My feet were sore, I had no money and it was a good 8 miles back to the place where I lived. I resigned myself to the long trudge back to Tottenham. It was pretty late when I got back. Babs was still up so I crept upstairs and into my room.

I had hardly sat down when there was a knock on the door.

"Go away. I'm not in"

"Please Simon. We need to talk"

She wasn't going away. I got up and opened the door. She came in wearing a dressing gown and sat on a chair by the table. I sat back down on the couch.

"I'm sorry" said Babs. "I shouldn't have been so presumptive last night"

"I'm sorry. Is that all? Why do I get the feeling that you are not telling me the truth? Far from the truth."

"What do you mean?" asked Babs.

"What about the big Merc, and the armful of goodies for a start. Then how about the person who paid for the little show last night and finally, how about who paid cash for this place? Need I go on?"

It was her time to be speechless.

"You have been a busy boy. I can see that I was right in my assessment of you. I knew that you were nobody's fool. I really underestimated you."

"So?" I posed.

Babs shrugged her shoulders, looked resigned and said.

"Let me tell you a story…" she began.

…

It was a totally incredulous story but somehow I felt that it was true. My mind was totally made up when Babs stood up and opened her gown. Underneath she was naked. The breasts were real and so was the cock and balls hanging between her/his legs.

"Now do you believe me?" she asked.

"I think I do now." I replied.

"So what next?" I continued

"What do you mean?"

"You and Me? I felt attracted to you as a woman but this is a different concept." I replied.

"What difference does this make?" she said pointing at the cock.

"Do I need to spell it out.?"

Instead of replying Babs got up and went to the bottom drawer in my dresser, opened if and pulled out a bag.

"What about this then?" she said.

I went very read as she pulled out some stockings, a suspender belt, a wig and some bits of makeup.

"This is a bit of fun" I replied in dread of what was probably about to happen.

"How do you think I started then?"

Wow! My heart stopped for more that a second but what could I say. I was caught red handed, bang to rights. But all I could do was break down and cry.

Babs came over and sat next to me and gave me a good old fashioned cuddle.

After a while, she said.

"I bet you were bullied at school, called a cissy for not enjoying the rough and tumble that the other boys did. The girls would shun you until they got to know you. Then they treated you as one of them. You would get beaten up by boys who got jealous that you could have a proper conversation with girls. There are lots of other indicators of a tendency towards sissyhood. Did some or all those apply to you? They did to me. I even got thrown out of a second floor window for daring to talk to the girlfriend of one the bullies. I broke my legs in three places and one arm. The upside was that I got a never ending stream of pretty girls visiting me in hospital"

I cheered up at lot on hearing that I was not alone.

"Yes they mostly did to me to. I got set alight by a mad bastard. He tried to make out that I did it to myself even though there were plenty of witnesses to his crime."

"That's what these people are like. You are one of those special people who are sensitive to the needs of both sexes. Unfortunately, in teenage boys Testosterone plays havoc with their minds and bodies. They take it out on those us poor sensitive types who they see as being threatening"

"But how did you get from there to here?"

"I answered the same advert in the paper as you did. My predecessor did the same, Her before that and so on for over fifty years. I consider myself the recruiting sergeant for the 'New Sissy Army' or NSA for short. There are over ten thousand members in this country already. Some are still playing at being men waiting for the call when they will become true sissies and take over the country for the benefit of all"

"Wow. That was some political speech"

"Yes I know. Its good isn't it"

"But who are they, these sissies?"

"You will only find out if you decide to become one of us. It takes a full year of training even if you remain as a male. You might consider doing that as we need more recruits in the legal procession"

"What choice do I have?" I asked starting to understand the concept a bit more.

"The decision is yours and yours alone. If you join and complete the training, you have three choices. Firstly, you can remain in society as a man. You can become a full time woman, sex change and all that. Or, you can be like me. Live the life of a woman with a little bit of help but with a full working set between your legs. We Shemales are used as recruiters and also fundraisers. I made #3000 this afternoon from one regular client. It was he who paid for the purchases you saw me with today. Most of them will be sold by the end of the week. This year I will raise over half a million for our cause. That is one of the compensations for being a Come Addict."

In spite of the emotional rollercoaster I had been through I really felt tired and was yawning rapidly by this time. Babs saw this and undressed me, sucked me off. She used the term milking! And put me to bed. I had one of those dreamless sleeps and was only woken when Babs shook me awake as 7:45 in the morning.

"Wake up sister. Its time for you to go to work" she commanded in typical sergeant major fashion.

"I can't go to work. I have a lot of thinking to do" I pleaded.

"Not today sister. This week you work. You don't sit there day dreaming and you don't attract attention but you are good at that already", she commanded.

"Then you go home to your parents for Christmas. They MUST not know about the CSA. You come back here as soon as possible and then we begin your training"

"Yes Sir" I replied with a mock salute. I got the soles of my feet tickled for that.

Babs helped me get ready for work. Thankfully I was only 10 minutes late. This is well within the acceptable degree of lateness that those who rely on public transport only know too well.

I managed to get through the week with lots of assistance from Babs. She played the loving wife that week and really looked after me. Christmas eve arrived and the law firm was closing at lunchtime. As usual I avoided the annual 'who can get drunk the fastest' competition in the pub that lunchtime. I hurried home to get my Christmas present from Babs before I took the train to my parents in the country for the holidays.

I got home and Babs answered the door. What a delight she was all dressed up in a short-skirted Santa outfit and huge heels. I was greeted with a long kiss and literally dragged upstairs to receive my present.

We went into her bedroom and she took off her knickers. I knew than what my present was. I knelt down and stuck my head underneath her skirt. I took my present in both hands and gently licked the top with my tongue. It was growing in size already. I continued my gentle persuasion until I thought a full erection was reached. I then took a penis in my mouth for the first time. I had a good teacher as I was soon getting the signs of orgasm on the way so I backed off until they had subsided and then moved in again. I repeated this four times before Babs shot her load into my mouth.

I then put another of me lessons into operation as I stood up and shared her load with her orally.

"Thank you Babs for your Christmas present. I'm sorry that I haven't got one for you" I said.

Babs sat down on the bed panting.

"You have given me my present. Are you sure that was your first time?"

"That was my first time" I pleaded.

"Girl, You are a natural. If you decide to join the Cocksuckers the I had better watch out"

"I had a good teacher didn't I Babs?"

She smiled gently at me and continued to lick come from her lips.

"Now get off home to your parents but only after you have cleaned your face"

"Yes Sergeant Major"

"Dismiss Cissy Recruit" said Babs who always seemed to get the last word in.

Before I left for home I remembered about the present that my former landlady had given me when I moved out. I pulled it out and opened it.

When I saw the contents, I collapsed on the bed. There was a note.

"Dear Simon, I hope these will appeal to your inner self. Love Grace"

The contents were a matching bra, panties and suspender belt in a lovely deep maroon. A second package contained a pair of black seamed stockings. I was totally amazed that not only had she known about my secret hoard of 'things' but that she did not mind.

 

End of Part 2 – Continued in Part 3.

  

  

  

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