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PIXIE Sissy Stripper Ch. 04

Author's Note: There is a category switch in this chapter. The beginning chapters can be found in GAY MALE. Seeing as what happens in this chapter, the new category is TRANSGENDER & CROSSDRESSERS.

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THE PINK BOY was located in the warehouse district across town in an eclectic area known for its nightclubs and specialty bars. Within a six block radius there were several gay bars, a drag club, two lesbian bars and even a hardcore leather bar all within a six block radius. There were a few tattoo parlors and two coffee shops.

There was only one club which featured sissies though: Darryl Powers' The Pink Boy.

The outside of the four story refurbished warehouse building was nondescript. Anyone driving by would see just another brick warehouse in a row of brick warehouses.

The only thing which set The Pink Boy apart from the other buildings on 22nd Street, especially at night, was the large neon sign over the front door.

At night the sign glowed neon white, pink and blue. The word THE was a simple block font and was illuminated in white neon. The word PINK was in, you guessed it, pink neon. The font was a little fancier with some flair to it. The word BOY was the same font as the word THE. It was a bright blue neon. Every five seconds though the blue became pink and then flash back to blue. It was a simple but effective marketing tool.

The Pink Boy featured a totally sissy staff. Darryl Powers was a savvy businessman and recognized the need for such an establishment. No one had done it before. A classy, high end club which featured pretty sissyboi dancers and strippers? And sissy servers and bartenders?

Obviously it had been a safe investment. Darryl had never been worried. He knew gay and straight men were equally fascinated by sissies just as he was. No, he hadn't been worried in the least.

And now here he was three years later. The Pink Boy was a huge success.

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Darryl and Benji pulled up to the rear entrance of the club and Darryl parked in his private space. When they got out of the SUV Benji had to struggle to get his panties and shorts from his butt crack again.

Goddamn! He just looked so fucking cute doing that.

Darryl smiled and asked if he needed any help.

Benji said, "No thank you Daddy. I got it," giving his shorts and panties one final tug.

Daddy offered him his hand and Benji took it. He liked the way his hand felt in Daddy's. He didn't mind being led like a child. Daddy was Daddy and he was his boi. Where Daddy led he would follow without question.

It was such surrender to his new submissive role which would seal Benji's fate.

Darry and Benji walked through the steel doors at the rear entrance of The Pink Boy. From there they would take a private elevator to the second floor.

The second floor of the building was where the dressing area and makeup stations were. There was also a storage area of costumes and shoes, a full service salon, a locker room of sorts with a large shower area. There were five large rainfall shower heads in the beautifully tiled space. Only one head was actually necessary though. Everyone knows sissies like to shower together.

As the elevator doors closed, Benji could hear a steady thumping. It wasn't his heart though. It was dance music. Daddy explained the DJ was creating his playlist for the night ahead.

The beat pounded through the walls. Benji could feel it through his whole body.

When the elevators doors opened onto the second floor Benji felt like one of the children walking into Willy Wonka's candy room. He felt like Dorothy entering Oz.

The latter feelings were probably more accurate, especially considering what was about to happen to him.

The main room on the second floor was a beehive of activity.

Pretty bois were dressing and undressing, putting on makeup and doing their hair and chatting and giggling. Benji felt as though he and Daddy had accidentally walked into the girls' locker room.

He looked at the vast space before him.

There were seven makeup stations. Each had a large mirror surrounded by round light bulbs. They looked like the ones you'd imagine in an actor's dressing room.

Every station had a velvet stool in front of it. There were vials and tubes of makeup scattered across all the tables. There were at least fourteen racks of clothes in a room at the back. It was a rainbow of fabrics and colors. There were so many pairs and styles of shoes Benji lost count.

Benji's eyes widened as he tried to take it all in. Darryl let go of his hand and watched his boi take several cautious steps forward.

Then Benji noticed the sissies.

There were about eight of them in various stages of undress.

One was wearing only shortie bloomer bottoms and was in the process of powdering his body with a large puff. He was slender and smooth. His large nipples stood erect. He had a very pretty face.

One of the bois Benji saw was completely naked except for a pair of thigh high stockings and five inch heels. His pink cock hung limp between his two gorgeous legs. He didn't have breasts but wasn't exactly flat chested either. He had a pronounced puffiness under and around his pointy pink nipples.

The effeminate cutie saw Benji and stopped what he was doing. Then he just stared with his arms folded across his narrow chest.

Benji lowered his eyes, turned and looked elsewhere.

"He's even being submissive to other sissies," Darryl thought.

One sissy, dressed as a school girl, was just zipping up the side of the short plaid skirt he was wearing. Benji saw a flash of white cotton panties as the cute boi bent over to tie the laces on his saddle shoes. The sissy's thin white blouse revealed his flat boi chest. Hard nipples poked against the material. The cute boi had straight bangs and two stubby pigtails. He was sucking on a lollipop.

When he and Benji locked eyes, the school girl sissy took the sucker out of his mouth. There was a glint of something in his big, blue eyes. Then he smiled and blew Benji a kiss.

All of the sissies Benji saw were very pretty and if it hadn't been for their pretty cocks swinging between their girlish legs, they could have easily been mistaken for the opposite sex, or at least something in between the original two.

The sexy bois were of all races, shapes and sizes. Some were petite, no taller than 5'3 or 5'4. Some had long sexy legs and were as tall as Benji and taller. Their bodies were slender and lean like Benji's. The one thing he noticed was none on them had any body hair, not even between their legs.

Some had close-cropped haircuts. Others had shoulder length hair. Some were sporting classic bob and pageboy styles. Some had their hair in high ponytails and some had braided pigtails.

Most of the sissies were flat chested with very prominent nipples and large areola. Several had a roundness under and around their nipples. No bigger than the halves of an apple but definitely rounder and more feminine than the pecs of a guy who bench-pressed weights. They were cute, like those of a girl just starting high school.

Only two of the bois getting dressed or undressed had what could be considered breasts. Benji didn't know breast sizes or proper measurements but he figured tits that bouncy would need bras. They were sexy and proportionate to the sissy's height and weight. Dare I say? They were perfect.

It was so odd, to see such cute boobies and then look lower and see a cock and balls. Odd, but intriguing. (Hot even?)

Benji swallowed hard and disappeared into daydream for just a second or two.

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He saw himself lying under his daddy. Daddy was naked. Benji was wearing only panties. Daddy was in the push-up position just inches over Benji. His strong arms were on either side of him, holding him just inches away. Benji could feel Daddy's heavy cock brushing against his inner thighs.

The muscles in Daddy's arms flexed and tensed as he supported his own body weight. Benji could smell his cologne and the scent of his hard cock now poised at the crotch of his blue silk panties.

In his mind Benji saw Daddy lean forward, lowering his face to his bare chest. Benji could feel warm breath on his left nipple which was already hard and ultra-sensitive. When Daddy's tongue flicked against it, shockwaves of pleasure went through his entire body.

Then Daddy took Benji's whole breast in his mouth. Benji felt his thick lips cover the entire surface of the roundness on his chest. Daddy's mouth felt incredible. He took his time paying special attention to his boi's small but firm breasts.

He dragged his lips towards Benji's hard nipple, kissing gently as he did. He wrapped his lips over it. He pinched it with his lips and then kissed it. He flicked his tongue at it and then took it between two teeth and gently bit down. Then he took Benji's whole breast into his mouth, sucking as he did. Then Daddy turned his attention to Benji's right breast.

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Somebody dropped a bottle of nail polish remover and there were giggles and some claps. Benji snapped back to the present. He found he was standing with his hands cupping his flat chest. His mouth was dry and he was licking his lips.

Daddy was looking down at him smiling. Benji wished he had something more than his flat boy chest for him to play with. The thought was fleeting but he had wished all the same.

Benji saw the sissy school girl smile and wave to his daddy. Daddy smiled back. Benji recognized the sissy's smile immediately. The little bitch was flirting with his daddy.

Daddy waved to the school girl who was standing still but twirling side to side, his short skirt rising and falling.

Benji took a step forward ready to confront the sissy across the room. That school girl bitch was flirting with his daddy, actually flashing his stupid cotton panties at him, and Benji wasn't going to stand for it.

Darryl put his hand on Benji's shoulder and stopped him.

"It's okay," Darryl said, "He's just saying 'hello.'"

"I know exactly what he's saying," Benji thought to himself.

He relaxed his fists but stood his ground between his daddy and the school girl tease. His bottom lip stuck out a little.

The school girl winked at Benji and then swished over to an adorable boi dressed in a little girl's sailor dress, white anklets and shiny black shoes with gold buckles. Benji could see the cherub's white, satin panties from under the hem of his short, childish dress. His fancy panties were dripping with rows and rows of ruffles.

The 'school girl' was helping the 'little girl' with a large bow which wasn't quite centered atop the mass of blonde ringlets on his head.

The school girl waved to Benji. The one dressed like a little girl blew him a kiss. Benji behaved, smiled and waved back.

As he turned a pretty boi bumped into him.

The statuesque sissy had apparently just come from the showers. A pink towel was wrapped around his head like a turban. He was carrying a loofah sponge and a bottle of shampoo. He was wrapped in a pink towel which was pulled high up on his body as if he was covering breasts. Benji couldn't see any though.

What he could see, because of how high the towel was, were the sissy's bottom and cock and balls. All were as smooth as a baby's.

The pretty boi said "Excuse me" in a soft sissy voice that was almost a whisper.

Benji watched him walk away. The sissy's bottom swished to the right and to the left. It was like watching a girl walk away. It was hypnotizing.

Daddy cleared his throat and the spell was broken.

They continued their walk down the yellow brick road to the salon area of the second floor.

Benji studied each sissy as he walked past them and realized they were studying him, sizing him up, as well.

It was then Benji was struck by the contrast between his old world and this new world he found himself in.

When he was assistant manager of the football team he used to walk through the locker room, past rows of lockers, surrounded by guys of all sizes and races. Some would be dressed. Some would be half-dressed and some would be completely naked.

Benji would sometimes stare at the players, studying, admiring their hard, sculpted bodies. Mostly though he would look at what was hanging between their thick, muscular legs.

The smell of sweat would be heavy in the air. He'd hear guys laughing in the showers and turn to see them soaping their bodies...their cocks and asses. They'd snap towels at one another.

Sometimes, when they caught Benji staring, they'd shake their soapy dicks at him. They'd taunt him and say things like "Could you get my back for me, Baby?" and 'Could you give me a hand, Sweetie? I'm just so tense."

Most times they said ugly things to him and called him a faggot. Sometimes they asked if he wanted to suck them off.

As we walked through the locker room picking up towels and sweaty jockstraps (sneaking a sniff now and then) he'd find himself staring at their cut and uncut cocks. He'd take notice of how thick their shafts were and how fat their heads were.

Benji was always amazed at how different the black and brown cocks were from the white ones, even though some of the white players had big, fat cocks.

Black men seemed to be larger...thicker. There was something about those long black cocks, their big plum heads, he could never seem to get out of his thoughts, especially at night when he touched himself under the covers.

Benji had always felt like an alien.

Not just because his dick was small and pathetic, especially compared to asshole jocks' cocks. Not just because he hard time growing facial hair and putting on muscle weight. He looked like he was 14.

He felt like an alien because his belly always filled with butterflies as he walked through the locker room. Not just because sometimes when those jerks shook their cocks at him he got a strange tingling in his. There was another reason he felt like he didn't belong with all those muscled, meatheads.

Deep down Benji knew the reason. He just didn't have the strength or courage to allow himself to say it, even if only in his head. He buried it deep down.

Now he here was walking past sissy after sissy, incredible feminine and effeminate creatures of all sizes and races and the butterflies and tingling had returned.

Some of the sissies were dressed. Some were half-naked and some were completely naked. Their bodies were soft and slender and smooth. He marveled at how feminine their mannerisms were. He couldn't believe how round and bouncy their bottoms were. They had pretty faces and gorgeous little dicks and balls.

Or was it the other way around?

For some reason, Benji didn't feel like such an alien now. He felt the uneasiness of being a stranger in a strange land but the more time he spent standing there, taking everything all in, he realized he didn't feel all that...different.

Benji saw a couple of blondes, a red head and a few brunettes.

There was a stunning raven-haired beauty in candy cane thigh highs and a red satin bustier. He wasn't wearing panties. It seemed, to Benji, he was trying to decide between a pair of red satin bikini panties or red satin boy short style panties. He was just standing there holding the panties up in front of him. His perfect little cock and balls out there for everyone to see.

Benji realized there wasn't anyone who cared. It was a cock and balls. He imagined the sissies around him saw those all the time. Their cocks, their neighbors' cocks and then of course there were the cocks of all the men who came to the club. A cock was a cock. No big deal really.

Now if someone had walked in and showed those sissies a vagina, they probably would have scattered like frightened chickens.

The sissy in the thigh high's couldn't decide. He'd hold one pair of pretty panties against his body and look in the mirror. Then he'd do the same with the other pair.

Either style would have looked spectacular stretched across his voluptuous bottom and hugging his cock and balls. At least that's what Benji thought.

Benji imagined himself wearing that outfit for Daddy and again he went off to a scene created by his imagination.

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This time he was wearing candy cane thigh highs and a red bustier which pushed his boi breasts up and made them more pronounced.

Benji imagined himself wearing the red satin bikini panties. The front of his little teasers tented by his excitement. There was a perfect circle of dampness right over the head of his aching cock.

Daddy's hands were on his perfect ass, squeezing gently, pulling him into his powerful erection. He could see Daddy's black fingers fidgeting against the ties on the bustier. His dark skin looked amazing next to the scarlet red of the satin.

He saw his handsome black man lean down and kiss each of his hard nipples as his strong hands cupped his bottom.

Mmm...

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Daddy cleared his throat again and Benji was yanked from his naughty daydream. He glanced back at the school girl, just to make sure he wasn't waving or smiling again. He wasn't.

The sissy school girl had his back to the two of them now. He was reaching for something on a shelf. The back of his plaid skirt had risen up, fully exposing his butt. His panties were plain white cotton brief style. There was a baby blue lace ruffle on the leg openings and waistband. One word was scrolled across the seat in blue: BRAT.

When the school girl turned back around Benji saw the outline of his tiny package through the white cotton. The sissy noticed Benji staring and turned his body to face him. Then he slowly lowered and smoothed out his skirt with his delicate looking hands. The sissy's nails were bubblegum pink. He smiled slyly at Benji.

Benji wondered if Daddy would like him dressed like a naughty school girl and how he would look in a uniform like the one the bitch across the room was wearing.

Then he wondered why he was wondering such an odd thing.

Then he found himself in a scene where he was dressed in a short plaid skirt and tight white blouse. He had two stubby pigtails held with barrettes. His hard nipples strained against the thin material of his blouse with the Peter Pan collar.

He was lying across Daddy's lap preparing for a spanking. His skirt was flipped up onto his back. Daddy was rubbing his hand across the soft cotton of his pink panties, letting his fingers trace along the letters of the word BRAT scrolled in a soft pink. He did it slowly, teasing his naughty school girl, who didn't know when the first blow would land.

Daddy's fingers followed the letters.

B...(oh my)

R...(oh...my)

A...(OHHHH...)

Benji had to stop himself and tried to think about something else. Sissies very rarely think about baseball and it wasn't easy.

He and the sissy school girl locked eyes again. The cute boi was nodding slowly and seemed to know what Benji had been thinking. He giggled and made the 'naughty naughty' sign with his fingers.

Benji looked elsewhere.

Someone turned a corner and came towards he and Daddy. It was a large black woman. Benji noticed she was almost as tall as his daddy was. She was just finishing a phone call.

"He's a cutie," she said, studying the sissy before her and slipping her phone into a pocket of her smock.

"Yes he is," Darryl said patting Benji's bottom with his left hand.

"Petite, slender," she lifted Benji's face to hers with a finger under his chin, "And a very cute face. Beautiful eyes. Love the suit."

Benji reached around and pulled his panty wedgie out.

The big woman was smiling and seemed to approve of Darryl's newest recruit but then she made a face.

"That hair though," she scoffed. She looked right into Benji's eyes and sighed, "Child please."
"You can work with it though. Right?" Darryl asked.

"Of course. I am Miss Fran after all."

Then Darryl said, "I was thinking Pixie's costumes would fit."

The woman sized Benji up with her eyes.

"I'll have to take some measurements but yes, I agree, almost perfectly, I think."

Benji wondered who Pixie was.

Darryl said, "And seeing as Pixie's gone and won't be back-"

The woman interrupted, "His entire ensemble is available. I'm way ahead of you."

"I knew you would be" said Darryl plainly.

"He certainly has the right look. Small and girly."

Benji's heart fell a little when he heard the words 'small' and 'girly.'

"Your regulars are going to love him."

"Yes they will," Darryl said proudly.

"What's your name, Doll?" the woman asked looking down at Benji.

"Benji," he answered meekly.

"You will address me as Miss Fran, Big Momma or Momma or Ma'am. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss Fran...Ma'am," Benji said, his bottom lip trembling, "Benji, Miss Fran."

She made another face.

Darryl and Miss Fran continued to talk about Benji as if he wasn't even there, like he was a child. Only Daddy's hand gently patting his bottom put Benji at ease.

The woman studied Benji from head to toe. She turned him around and cupped his bottom in her big hands.

"Cute little bottom. I'd like it a little bouncier."

"Bouncier?" Benji thought.

"Me too," Darryl said.

Then the woman slipped her big hands into his velvet jacket and placed them over each of his boi breasts.

"Bigger?" she asked.

"Bigger," Daddy said plainly.

"Bigger?" Benji whispered to himself.

"Well, you know what to do then," Darryl said.

"Of course I do," she said smiling.

Miss Fran continued, "You chose well. He'll make a wonderful addition to the club."

"How about his hair?"

Miss Fran ran her fingers through Benji's hair. She made that face again. She bunched some of it in her large fingers. She made another face.

"Not long enough for most styles. Maybe some bangs to frame his face. Maybe a bob or a pageboy. He's petite with a baby face. A bob would be cute."

"How about like Pixie's?"

"Mmmmmm. Maybe,"she said as she envisioned that style on the sissy before her, "Yes. Could work. You wanna go blonde like Pixie too? With the pink highlights?"

"Might be cute," Darryl said as he turned to leave.

"Might? He'll be adorable when I'm through with him."

"I have no doubts."

Benji mumbled something but the woman told him to hush.

"I'll leave it to you," Darryl said. Then he turned to Benji and with a kiss on his forehead said, "Be good."

Daddy started to walk away. Benji suddenly felt alone in this strange new world.

"Oh he's going to be good or he'll find himself over my lap with his panties around his ankles," Miss Fran warned.

Benji heard the sissies around him giggle.

Darryl stopped in the doorway and turned.

"Work your magic, Fran. I want him onstage tonight."

"My magic," she scoffed.

"Your magic."

"Tonight?"

"Tonight."

"You're the boss."

"Indeed I am," Darryl said stepping through the door, letting it slam behind him.

Miss Fran took Benji's hand. It looked like a child's compared to hers.

"Benji, huh? Well, that doesn't sound like a sissy name to me. Does it sound like a sissy name to you?"

Benji didn't know what a sissy name was supposed to sound like and shrugged his shoulders.

Miss Fran looked at him again. She raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"I think since you're going to be taking Pixie's spot we'll just call you..."

Benji's heart stopped for a second waiting to hear what his new sissy name would be.

"Pixie. Say it."

"My name is Pixie."

Benji would never hear his old name again. In the matter of two seconds his entire existence up to this point was erased with four simple words: My name is Pixie.

He was and would be.

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"Come along, Sweetie. I gotta lot of work to do and no time to do it."

She walked him to the center of the dressing room. When he hesitated Miss Fran gave him a tug and he almost tripped.

He heard somebody giggling. He thought he heard someone say, "Clumsy boy" and another voice chime in with "Not for long."

Miss Fran snapped her fingers and the sissies gathered and tightened their circle around her and Pixie. He could feel their eyes on him.

"Alright girls! Settle down. Those of you who are on deck finish getting yourselves ready. Those of you who aren't, you know the drill. You are going to help me get this sissy ready. He works tonight and we have a lot of work to do."

The dainty bois all smiled. There was nothing they enjoyed more than helping Miss Fran transform an ugly boy into a pretty sissy.

"This is Pixie, girls. Say hello," she instructed the pretty bois around her.

"Hiiii, Pixieee," the dainty sissies said in unison. Their voices all sweet and girly.

If he had closed his eyes Pixie would have sworn he'd been surrounded by young girls. His eyes were open though and were transfixed on the beautiful sissies around him. Pixie smiled nervously back at them.

"He's cute," one said.

"Cute nose," another added, "And beautiful eyes."

"Needs some work," one little bitch said under his breath.

Probably that school girl skank.

"You know the drill, girls. I want him stripped and ready in less than two minutes. We have a lot of work to do."

And just like that the sissies swarmed over Benji, now Pixie, and began undressing him. Delicate hands with polished nails roamed over his body.

Somebody slid off his flats and began rolling down his knee socks. His shorts were unbuttoned and removed. His jacket and blouse were taken off. He watched as his velvet suit was folded neatly, placed in a box and carried away.

He didn't know at that moment but Pixie was seeing the last masculine (or as close to masculine clothing a velvet suit with short pants and knee socks could be) he would ever wear.

Fingers brushed against his crotch and teased his bottom. Someone spanked him. He heard more giggles.

Pixie was now standing there in just his panties. All eyes were on him.

"Looks like somebody had an accident in his panties," one sissy said with a giggle.

"Oopsie," the little bitch said.

Pixie looked down and saw the large dried spot on the front of his panties.

"Looks like you have a panty-wetter, Big Momma," a light-skinned sissy in just panties and a camisole said, arms folded across his flat chest.

"Someone needs a pad," a voice said behind him.

"Somebody needs a pull-up," the little bitch said, looking right at Pixie, grinning an evil grin, "Until he can control himself."

Pixie's face flushed with humiliation.

"You all hush now. Especially you, Sweet Pea. You hush or I'll send you out onto the stage tonight wearing just a diaper," Miss Fran scolded, "With a big pacifier stuck in that sassy mouth to shut you up and one in your bottom to remind you of your place."

Sweet Pea hushed. He knew Miss Fran meant it. He lowered his head, averting his gaze.

"Let's get him cleaned up. I want him ready for hair and makeup in less than 30."

The sissies all stood, staring at the petite boy in front of them.

"Now, girls! NOW!" Miss Fran barked.

One of her bois swished over to help with the next steps in Pixie's transformation into a sissy stripper.

Blossom, a petite Asian sissy, lowered Pixie's panties and threw them into a hamper. He smiled at the naked boi in front of him and then offered him his hand. Pixie took it and Blossom led him towards the shower.

Pixie stepped into the large shower room. Blossom turned on the water and tested it. When it was perfect he told Pixie to stand under the rainfall head above him.

"Get yourself good and wet. Make sure you don't have any dry skin. This doesn't work as well on dry skin. Then step away from the spray and apply this," he handed the shivering boi a tub of something, "Then begin rubbing the stuff onto your skin. Don't get any in your eyes or on your eyebrows. Just your face, like you're putting on shaving cream," he paused, "Do you even shave?"

Pixie nodded. He did shave. Once a week. It took about a minute.

"After your face do all over. All over. Even under and around your itsy bitsy," he said pointing between Pixie's legs.

Pixie knew what he meant. He didn't need to point.

"It'll burn a little at first but that's okay. When you're completely covered wait two full minutes. TWO minutes. Not any sooner. Then rinse off completely. REMEMBER: DON'T GET ANY IN YOUR EYES. You'll go blind if you do."

Gulp.

Pixie made sure he was completely wet from head to toe and then dipped his fingers into the thick blue paste. It felt like wet cement. He began applying it over his entire body.

"That's it. Between your legs, around your-,"

Pixie gave him a look that said 'I got it."

Blossom continued, "Up into your crack too. Unless you want me to do it for you."

Pixie shook his head. He didn't want anyone near his crack with something that 'burned at first.'

"I can do it. Thank you."

Pixie put the thick paste everywhere...EVERYwhere. Finally he was covered with it from head to toe, from just below his eyes, across his upper lip, his jaw and then every inch of him below.

It took about thirty seconds before he felt something. It started as a tingle. Then the tingle seemed to be getting warmer and then hotter. Everywhere he'd applied the blue paste was on fire. It began to hurt and all he wanted to do was wash it off under the spray of water inches away.

One minute.

One minute fifteen seconds.

One minute forty seconds.

"Twenty more seconds," Blossom said sternly.

It was the longest twenty seconds of his life.

And then...

"Okay, rinse off," Blossom said.

Pixie stepped under the water to put out the fire on his body. He watched as the blue paste ran down his body. He stared at his feet. Then he noticed something strange. Mixed in the blue goop circling the drain were little black strands.

He then realized it was his body hair.

Pixie suddenly felt a chill and realized all the hair on his arms and legs, under this arms and even the six or seven strands on his chest were now gone.

In fact the incredibly powerful hair remover he'd spread over his entire body had made him as smooth and pink as a baby.

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Author's note: Usually a new sissy would soak in a tub full of sweet-smelling bath salts to loosen up his body hair. After a good long soak, the sissy would stand and the paste would be applied. Then he would rinse in the shower after the full two minutes.

There just wasn't time for all of that now. Miss Fran had only a few hours to turn the sloppy boy Mr. Powers had left with her into a princess.

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Blossom let Pixie stand under the spray for a few minutes because he remembered how his skin had burned and how good the water felt. Miss Fran would holler if he took too long so he handed Pixie a large loofa and a bottle of sweet-smelling soap. He told him to clean up quickly. Pixie washed himself and then Blossom turned off the water.

Pixie felt a chill again and shivered. His new smooth body felt strange. He rans his hands over his stomach and then his bottom. He glanced down at his cock and balls. He couldn't believe how having no hair down there made him look so much younger.

Blossom dried him with a soft towel and Pixie let him.

When he was dry he was instructed to wrap the towel around his body. Pixie instinctually wrapped the pink towel around his waist but Blossom snatched it off his body.

"No, Silly, like this," he said wrapping the towel around Pixie's chest, right above his nipples, "Got it? This is how sissies put towels on after bathing or showering."

Pixie nodded. Blossom showed him how to wrap the towel around his head, handed him a pair of pink shower shoes and offered the new boi his hand. Pixie took and allowed himself to be led back to Miss Fran.

The far end of the second floor was set up like a small beauty parlor. It was very feminine with its pink and almost gaudy gold accents. There were two styling stations, and three old fashioned hair dryers.

Miss Fran saw the two sissies coming her way. She noticed Pixie's smooth skin and smiled.

"Step One," she muttered to herself.

She saw how tense and distracted the new sissy was and knew in his current state he was going to be a handful to train. Luckily she had a solution. She reached over and took something off a metal table on her right. As Pixie landed in front of her, she quickly turned his body, flipped up his damp towel and stuck him in the fleshy part of his bottom with a needle.

"Owww!" Pixie howled.

"My special concoction. It's part sedative and part...well...let's just say other things. I need you to relax but I can't do anything with you if you're drugged up. This will accomplish that. You should start feeling all warm and tingly and very relaxed in just a few-"

Pixie leaned forward, almost falling.

"Seconds," she finished.

She rubbed his pinkish skin and smiled.

"So much better," she said pulling off his towel, "No more nasty boy hair."

Blossom picked up the towel and left them. Miss Fran patted Pixie's bare bottom.

"Baby smooth."

"Baby smooth," Pixie repeated with a giggle. That delicious warmth was still spreading through his body. He felt tingly all over. His head was spinning but he felt wonderful.

Miss Fran explained to Pixie the paste he'd rubbed onto his body in the shower would ensure his body hair would never grown back. He would never again have to worry about shaving his face or legs. She told him that and he just smiled.

He was so relaxed from the shot she'd given him he didn't completely comprehend, or care really, when she said the word 'never.'

He also didn't care that he was standing there completely naked.

Holding the hypodermic up to his face, Miss Fran added, "It also helps to break down any remaining stubborn masculinity. And we can't have any stubborn masculinity getting in the way can we?"

Pixie shook his head. He didn't really hear her. He was presently in his happy place...his very happy place.

He watched as Miss Fran put on a rubber glove. Normally men tense up when they're naked and the only other person near them is putting on a rubber glove. Not Pixie. He just smiled looking at the sparkles floating around his head.

Miss Fran grabbed a tube of lube and something else.

"Bend over, Pixie and spread your cheeks," he though he heard her say.

"PIXIE. Bend over and spread your cheeks, Baby," she repeated.

Yep. That's what she'd said.

Pixie complied and bent over. Miss Fran stepped behind him. He cooed when a greased finger slipped inside him. The finger probed deeper, swirling around inside him, making sure he was properly lubricated.

Pixie's poor five inches stood at attention, it's pink head glistening with excitement.

Miss Fran then grabbed a black silicone dildo. It was about six inches long and thick around. It was studded with little bumps and had a wide base. The tip had several grooves in it.

With her other gloved hand Miss Fran wrapped her fingers around Pixie's cock. As she slid the fake cock into Pixie's bottom she started pumping him slowly. His eyes were closed. His mouth was open. He was purring like a kitten.

With the drugs in his system, especially the aphrodisiacs, it didn't take long for Pixie to cum. Especially when the plug inside him pressed into his magic button. He shot thin white ropes of cum into Miss Fran's gloved hand. He was breathing heavily and his face was flushed. His face reddened, embarrassed at just having been masturbated by a complete stranger.

She smiled at him. There was no judgement or disgust in her smile.

Miss Fran hoped Pixie enjoyed his last real erection and orgasm. After his treatments his cock would never again reach its full five inches. If he was able to achieve an erection he'd be lucky if it grew more than two inches.

Pixie's cock was essentially now just an enlarged clitoris. Sissies don't need cocks, you see. You only need a cock if you're going to fuck someone. Sissies didn't fuck, they got fucked. Pixie had a clitty now and if he wanted to orgasm he was going to have to rub himself until he climaxed.

Or maybe one of the other sissies would help him? Sissies were helpful with things like that. They were always kissing each other and playing with each other's clitties. That is only if there weren't any real men around.

Miss Fran pulled off her glove and tossed it into a small waste can. She pumped some sanitizer onto her hands and worked it in until it dried.

"Now that we got that out of your system," she said, "We can continue."

She pulled a remote from a pocket in her smock, turned a dial and Pixie felt a low buzzing inside his bottom.

The combination of having just cum, the drugs and the vibrating dildo inside him took Pixie to a dreamlike state.

The vibrating cock inside him was set on the lowest setting but even at Level 1 felt incredible. The little bumps along the shaft of the fake black cock inside him were all vibrating at different times.

The little buzz, buzz, buzzes were sending tingles of electric shock through Pixie's entire body. His expression was one of pure joy. He was one happy little sissy. He didn't even bat a beautiful lash when Miss Fran had him step into a pink pull-up style diaper.

See Miss Fran knew the sissies who went through what Pixie was about to go through all had accidents. She didn't want to clean up any more mess than she had to. A damp pull-up was much better than a sticky puddle on her floor.

Plus, she had to admit, some of her bois looked absolutely adorable in their pink pull-ups. Pixie was no exception. She tugged the pull-up up over his cute bellybutton then slid a finger into the elasticized leg opening to make sure the fit was snug. It was. She patted Pixie's bottom again, this time taking a second to press her hand into the back of diaper. There's nothing like a well-padded bottom. Especially on a 19 year old cutie like her newest trainee.

Pixie felt Miss Fran's hand pushing the diaper into him which in turn intensified the buzzing in his bottom...into his (as Daddy called it) his boipussy.

He closed his eyes and cooed.

Miss Fran then slid a cotton gown down over Pixie's now completely smooth body. The pink gown was short and barely covered his lower body. It looked like a little girl's nightgown, especially because there were pink, yellow and blue hearts and stars on it. The hem of the gown did nothing to hide the pink pull-up he was wearing.

None of what was happening to him bothered him. Pixie was relaxed and just stood there and let Miss Fran do what she needed to do.

"Let's get you in the chair," Miss Fran scooting him a long with a spank on the butt.

Pixie found the pull-up caused him to waddle a little when he walked.

He climbed up into one of the hair stylist's chairs. He was clumsy and Miss Fran placed a hand on his back to steady him. Then she turned the chair so he could see his reflection in the brightly lit mirror.

She let him take a good long look. He'd never look like this again. He'd barely remember looking like the sloppy but pretty boy sitting across from him but she believed this was a necessary moment. It was a goodbye of sorts, a severing of his identities. This was a farewell to the masculine.

All sorts of warm feelings and strange new sensations were going through Pixie's body.

The diaper under him, between his legs and up around his groin felt thick and strange. Did it feel good though? Would Daddy like him in a diaper?

His skin tingled and he wondered if it was because he had no body hair or because of the shot he'd been given or because...
You know what? He didn't care! None of that mattered! The plug, now vibrating on Level 3 felt scrumptious. Scrumptious? Really??

Miss Fran mussed his hair and ran her fingers through it slowly. She studied it and played with it. Then she smiled.

"Let's make you a blonde, Sugar."

For the next hour Miss Fran fussed over Pixie's hair. Foul-smelling chemicals were brushed onto separate layers of hair and then folded into foil strips. A special cap was placed over his head.

She led him over to one of the old-fashioned hairdryers along the side wall. It was the kind of hair dryer you'd see in a beauty parlor in the 50's. This one was a little different though. Miss Fran had made some changes to it. It was so much more than a hairdryer now.

Miss Fran gave Pixie two earbuds and he put them in his ears.

Before he sat down, Miss Fran peeled open the three velcro tabs near the top of the gown. She opened the top just enough so both of the boi's nipples were exposed.

Pixie felt something jab his chest, right under each nipple. It was a sharp pain but subsided quickly. Then Miss Fran reached for a jar sitting on a small rollaway metal table to her left. She unscrewed the lid and dipped two fingers into the clear gel.

She smiled at Pixie and then gently blew on his nipples. They hardened instantly. Then she rubbed the gel onto his right nipple and around his pale pink areola. She moved her finger in wider circles making sure to cover his whole breast. Then she repeated the same process with Pixie's left breast.

Miss Fran allowed the gel to dry. She waited a few seconds, touched her finger against Pixie's skin and then, satisfied the gel was tacky enough, told him to sit.

He sat down, feeling his thick pull-up squish into him. His relaxed body melted into the vinyl seat. He felt the plug inside him and squirmed down onto it naughtily. Miss Fran noticed and turned the dial on the remote to Level 5.

Miss Fran had something in her hands. Pixie couldn't tell what it was. Then he felt something latch onto his boi breasts. If he hadn't been so relaxed the two suction cups would have startled him. He just sat there though, even when he started to feel gentle suction on his nipples. He felt his nipples being pulled into the two cups but everything was okey-dokey as far as he was concerned. He heard the sound of a pump and found himself getting lost in the rhythmic whirring of it.

The suction in the cups increased.

Miss Fran lowered large dryer down over Pixie's head. It seemed to go lower than standard dryers and his vision was blocked. All he could see was Miss Fran's feet go to the side of the chair.

He noticed there was a screen on the inside of the helmet-like top and thought it weird.

Miss Fran then took the cord to Pixie's earbuds and plugged it into the arm rest of the chair. He strained to figure out what else she was doing but the only thing he could see was her hands pushing buttons, setting dials and turning knobs.

Pixie thought he heard something coming through the ear buds. It seemed to be getting louder with every second. The sound filled his ears and he could no longer hear the mechanical whirring of the pump next to him.

Miss Fran turned the dial on the dildo remote to Level 7. She pushed a red button next to the dial and the fake cock in Pixie's bottom seemed to inflate and then deflate. The increased sensations were too much. Pixie felt the front of his pull-up dampen. He wasn't sure if he had peed or cum. His brain was in overload.

Miss Fran noticed the look on his face and pressed three fingers onto the crotch of the pull-up. It was heavy and warm. She knew Pixie had wet his diaper, but not with pee.

Pixie heard a strange humming. His head was swimming now. He saw a pink glow. The pink glow became brighter and seemed to envelop his head completely. The humming, that strange, almost hypnotic humming, became louder.

Pixie saw swirls of pink and white. He tried to focus but it was becoming more difficult. He thought he heard some sort of techno-beat music. The suction on his chest got stronger. The dildo was inflating and deflating. He involuntarily gyrated onto it.

Sexual images began appearing in Pixie's mind in a kaleidoscope of colors and blurred shapes. The pornographic snapshots were unclear at first, lost within the swirls of color, but soon they sharpened and his brain captured every one of them.

Pixie saw images of pretty bois (like himself?) wearing corsets, stockings, panties. bras, petticoats, girdles, garter belts, and delicate thongs. The bois were twirling in their short skirts and flashing their pretty panties. They looked so beautiful.

He heard a voice.

DON'T YOU WANT TO BE LIKE THEM? DON'T YOU WANT TO BE PRETTY AND WEAR PRETTY THINGS? DON'T YOU WANT TO BE LIKE THEM? DON'T YOU WANT TO BE PRETTY AND WEAR PRETTY THINGS? DON'T YOU WANT TO BE A SISSY?

Somehow the voice was coming through with the music and it was saying such strange things. The images of pretty, feminine bois flashed before him. They were flirting with him, it seemed. They were beckoning him to be one of them. They were sissy sirens and their voices were in his head now.

SISSY SISSY SISSY THIS IS YOU NOW YOU ARE A SISSY YOU ARE NOT A MAN YOU ARE A SISSY THIS IS YOU NOW SISSY SISSY SISSY YOU ARE A SISSY YOU ARE NOT A MAN YOU ARE A SISSY THIS IS YOU NOW YOU ARE A SISSY YOU ARE NOT A MAN YOU ARE A SISSY SISSY SISSY SISSY THIS IS YOU NOW YOU ARE A SISSY YOU ARE NOT A MAN YOU ARE A SISSY SISSY SISSY SISSY SISSY THIS IS YOU NOW YOU ARE A SISSY THIS IS YOU NOW YOU ARE A SISSY SISSY BOY

The images continued flashing.

Pixie saw a pretty boi lip sucking on a huge black cock. His face was wet and shiny with spit. He noticed the sissy's face. He was grinning a huge grin. He licked the cock and kissed it and cherish every inch of it. He looked like a kid with the best, biggest ice cream in history of ice cream.

THIS IS YOU NOW YOU ARE A SISSY YOU ARE NOT A MAN YOU ARE A SISSY YOU LOVE TO SUCK COCK YOU ARE A COCK SUCKING SISSY COCK TASTES YUMMY SISSIES LOVE COCKS IN THEIR MOUTHS THIS IS YOU NOW YOU ARE A SISSY THIS IS YOU NOW YOU ARE A SISSY SISSY YOU ARE NOT A MAN YOU ARE A SISSY

The sissy in the movie Pixie was watching was now pumping the thick black cock with both hands. Then lowered his face until he was hovering just half an inch of the gaping slit in the mushroom head.

TAKE IT IN YOUR MOUTH TASTE IT LICK IT SUCK IT TASTE IT COCK TASTES SO GOOD YOU LOVE SUCKING COCK YOU ARE A SISSY YOU LOVE SUCKING COCK YOU ARE A SISSY YOU LOVE SUCKING COCK YOU ARE A SISSY

Then the cock erupted and thick ropes of cum landed in the happy sissy's mouth.

THIS IS YOU NOW YOU ARE A SISSY YOU ARE NOT A MAN YOU ARE A SISSY YOU LOVE TO SUCK COCK YOU ARE A COCK SUCKING SISSY COCK TASTES YUMMY SISSIES LOVE COCKS IN THEIR MOUTHS CUM IS GOOD CUM IS DELICIOUS CUM IS A SISSY'S REWARD THIS IS YOU NOW YOU ARE A SISSY SISSY SISSY SISSY SISSY SISSY SISSY SISSY SISSY SISSY

Miss Fran watched as Pixie licked his lips and swallowed.

She smiled knowingly. Everything was going to plan.

A new movie started. A pretty boi was being fucked by a handsome black man. The man had the sissy's ankles on his broad shoulders. His enormous cock was plowing into the boi's pink hole.

SISSIES DON'T FUCK SISSIES GET FUCKED YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED BY MEN SISSIES DON'T FUCK SISSIES GET FUCKED YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED BY MEN SISSIES DON'T FUCK SISSIES GET FUCKED YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED BY MEN

More scenes were added to the montage being projected into Pixie's brain. Pretty bois were being fucked by men in a variety of positions. Some of the clips showed sissies sucking one cock as they were being pounded from behind by another. There were closeups of tender holes being stretched by thick cock. There were shots of heavy balls slapping into pink boi butts.

SISSIES DON'T FUCK SISSIES GET FUCKED YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED BY MEN SISSIES DON'T FUCK SISSIES GET FUCKED YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED BY MEN SISSIES DON'T FUCK SISSIES GET FUCKED YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED BY MEN SISSY SISSY SISSY SISSIES DON'T FUCK SISSIES GET FUCKED

More images appeared which struck Pixie as familiar. The pretty boi was sucking a thick, black cock. He was furiously working it with hands small white hands and soft pretty mouth. He looked so happy doing it.

YOU ARE A COCKSUCKER YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED BY MEN

YOU ARE A COCKSUCKER YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED BY MEN

The next images showed the boi on all fours, his face pressed into a mattress. The black man looked so familiar! So did the boi!

YOU ARE A SISSY PLAYTHING FOR MEN AND WANT THEN TO FUCK YOU YOU ARE A SISSY PLAYTHING FOR MEN AND WANT THEN TO FUCK YOU YOU ARE A SISSY PLAYTHING FOR MEN AND WANT THEN TO FUCK YOU YOU ARE A SISSY

The man's enormous black cock was thrusting into the sissy under him. The pretty boi was squealing happily as the man's heavy balls slapped into him.

YOU ARE A SISSY PLAYTHING FOR MEN AND WANT THEN TO FUCK YOU YOU ARE A SISSY PLAYTHING FOR MEN AND WANT THEN TO FUCK YOU YOU ARE A SISSY PLAYTHING FOR MEN AND WANT THEN TO FUCK YOU

Of course the images being soaked into Pixie's subconscious were stills from the videos of him and his daddy. Unbeknownst to him there'd been cameras in Daddy's office at the club as well as in his bedroom. The deliriously happy sissy Pixie was seeing was him, on his knees gobbling inch after inch of fat black cock. There were flashes of his face showing how content he was as a real man's cock pounded into him.

YOU HAVE A BOIPUSSY NOW YOU WERE BORN TO BE FUCKED BY REAL MEN YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED YOU CRAVE COCK IN YOUR BOIPUSSY YOU HAVE A BOIPUSSY NOW YOU WERE BORN TO BE FUCKED BY REAL MEN YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED YOU CRAVE COCK IN YOUR BOIPUSSY

The dildo inside him was pulsing and vibrating harder now.

Miss Fran watched as Pixie raised his hips and pushed his bottom down. He was fucking himself. He was becoming the sissy he was watching. She pressed a finger against the front of his pull-up and knew his trapped penis was continuing to leak.

Cock after manly cock appeared before him in 3D. The words LICK KISS SUCK WORSHIP flashed amid high definition frames of men offering their leaking, rock hard cocks to the camera...to Pixie.

LICK KISS SUCK WORSHIP LICK KISS SUCK WORSHIP

LICK KISS SUCK WORSHIP LICK KISS SUCK WORSHIP

He saw pretty lips kissing veined shafts and capping cock heads. He saw cum-covered faces and sissies licking their own glazed lips. He saw men holding sissies down onto their cocks, filling their throats with beefy man meat.

Something brushed against his lips. He recognized the sweet, musky, salty taste and smell instantly. Whatever it was, whatever he hoped it was, pushed against his lips. He opened his mouth slightly and felt the sandpaper texture of something hard but pliable slip into his mouth.

YOU WANT COCK IN YOUR MOUTH YOU WANT TO TASTE IT YOU WANT COCK IN YOUR MOUTH YOU WANT TO KISS AND LICK IT YOU WANT TO TASTE MAN COCK YOU WANT COCK IN YOUR MOUTH SISSIES ARE MEANT TO SUCK COCK COCK IS YUMMY YOU WANT COCK IN YOUR MOUTH SISSY SISSY

The thing filled Pixie's mouth. He had to breathe through his nose.

The suction on his nipples increased. His boi breasts were being pulled into the cups with steady tugs. The sucking sensation would pause, there would be a beat and then it would start all over again.

The phallus in his mouth was sliding in and out now in almost the same rhythm as the suction on his chest. In and out it pumped as his lips wrapped tightly around it.

YOU WANT COCK IN YOUR MOUTH YOU WANT TO TASTE IT YOU WANT COCK IN YOUR MOUTH YOU WANT TO KISS AND LICK IT YOU WANT TO TASTE MAN COCK

He saw himself on his knees in between Daddy's muscular legs. His fingers were wrapped tightly around that thick black shaft.

The contrast between white skin and black skin was so fucking hot.

LOOK AT YOU SUCKING THAT COCK LOOK AT HOW HAPPY YOU ARE LOOK AT HOW COMPLETE YOU ARE LOOK AT HOW GOOD THAT COCK LOOKS SLIDING IN AND OUT OF YOUR MOUTH LOOK AT HOW HAPPY YOU ARE MAKING YOUR DADDY

Pixie did look and he did like seeing how happy he was making his black daddy.

The phallus in his mouth was sliding in and out now. The fake cock swelling in his boipussy was vibrating at Level 10. His throat opened and something slid further. He choked a little but adjusted. He held his breath as long as he could. The phallus was deep-throating him now. The dildo was deflating and inflating, buzzing like a jackhammer. The phallus in his mouth twitched.

YOU WANT COCK IN YOUR MOUTH YOU WANT TO TASTE IT YOU WANT COCK IN YOUR MOUTH YOU WANT TO KISS AND LICK IT YOU WANT TO TASTE MAN COCK YOU CRAVE THE SALTY TREAT YOU MUST SWALLOW EVERY DROP YOU MUST NOT SPILL A DROP SUCK COCK SWALLOW CUM YOU ARE SISSY THAT'S YOUR JOB YOU WANT COCK IN YOUR MOUTH YOU ARE SISSY YOU ARE SISSY

The cock he was pleasuring, worshipping, seemed to turn to steel.

Pixie wanted to grab the shaft and pump it with his hands.

Just then a thick syrupy liquid began filling his mouth and throat. He took every drop. He felt the warmth of it filling his belly.

YOU WANT COCK IN YOUR MOUTH YOU WANT TO TASTE IT YOU WANT COCK IN YOUR MOUTH YOU WANT TO KISS AND LICK IT YOU WANT TO TASTE MAN COCK

Pixie 'wet' his pull-up again. It was a combination of cum and just a tiny bit of pee. The back of the diaper was soaked with sweat, lube and whatever else was leaking from Pixie's stretched bottom.

The phallus slid out of his throat. As it pulled away from his mouth, he licked at it, dragging his glazed lips over every inch of it as it withdrew. When the head was at his lips he kissed it.

Then it was gone. Pixie swallowed hard and coughed.

The fake cock in his pussy continued to vibrate and inflate and deflate. It also felt like it was rotating, drilling into him. Pixie pushed his bottom down on to it. He could feel the wetness of his diaper under him. He didn't care. He wanted to feel that vibration as deep as he could get it.

He saw boi's on all fours being pounded from behind, strong hands on their hips, pulling them back onto hard cocks. He saw boi's sucking cocks as another fucked them from behind. He saw pretty sissies bouncing on cocks, slid all the way to base, while strong hands pulled their smooth cheeks apart, showing their stretched pussy lips swallowing hard cock.

YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED YOU CRACE MAN COCK IN YOUR PUSSY SISSIES NEED COCK IN THEIR PUSSIES YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED YOU CRACE MAN COCK IN YOUR PUSSY SISSIES NEED COCK IN THEIR PUSSIES YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED YOU CRACE MAN COCK IN YOUR PUSSY SISSIES NEED COCK IN THEIR PUSSIES

The voice whispered to his subconscious. The explicit and gloriously dirty sexual montage continued and seeped into his very being.

BE A GOOD GIRL BE A GOOD SISSY BE DADDY'S GOOD SISSY DO WHAT DADDY SAYS WORSHIP COCK YOU ARE NOT A MAN YOU ARE SUBMISSIVE SISSY YOU ARE A SUBMISSIVE SISSY BE A GOOD GIRL BE A GOOD SISSY BE DADDY'S GOOD SISSY DO WHAT DADDY SAYS WORSHIP COCK YOU ARE NOT A MAN YOU ARE A SUBMISSIVE SISSY YOU ARE A SUBMISSIVE SISSY YOU ARE A SUBMISSIVE SISSY YOU ARE A SUBMISSIVE SISSY BE A GOOD GIRL BE A GOOD SISSY

The words repeated over and over again. The naughty slideshow penetrating Pixie's brain got faster and a new image flashed every half second. Pictures of muscled men with hard bodies glistening with oil, their big cocks standing erect needing attention pulsed, penetrating Pixie's brain. The boi's servicing them were slender and smooth. Some were naked. Some were in pretty panties. All looked so happy, so content, so natural to be holding man cock in their hands.

He saw sissies in every shape and size. He saw white sissies and black, Asian and Hispanic sissies. In between the snapshots of all those effeminate, girly, pretty, sexy, cute, petite, statuesque, skinny and chubby, pantybois, fembois and sissybois he saw images of himself sucking his daddy's black cock and being fucked over and over again. He saw himself modeling his new panties and how pretty they looked and how sexy they made his ass and clitty look.

Men and sissies engaged in all sorts of sexual play flashed before him. Sissies and men. The differences were profound. Huge thick cocks compared to pretty sissy clits. Big heavy balls full of man seed lying next to tiny sissy marbles in smooth velvet bags. Dripping gaping cock heads sitting on top of tiny baby clits with pink heads.

THIS IS WHO YOU ARE THIS IS WHO YOU WORSHIP THIS IS WHO YOU ARE MEANT TO SERVE BE A GOOD GIRL BE A GOOD SISSY BE DADDY'S GOOD SISSY DO WHAT DADDY SAYS WORSHIP COCK YOU ARE NOT A MAN YOU ARE SUBMISSIVE SISSY YOU ARE A SUBMISSIVE SISSY THIS IS WHO YOU WORSHIP THIS IS WHO YOU ARE MEANT TO SERVE BE A GOOD GIRL BE A GOOD SISSY BE DADDY'S GOOD SISSY DO WHAT DADDY SAYS WORSHIP COCK YOU ARE NOT A MAN YOU ARE SUBMISSIVE SISSY YOU ARE A SUBMISSIVE SISSY

Images of pretty bois wearing lingerie, putting on makeup and fussing with their hair came one after the other. Pixie watched boys putting on panties. Their tiny bulges were sitting so prettily in those satin, silk and even cotton teasers. The bois turned and showed him great their asses looked.

A cute boy in cotton panties with little blue and yellow butterflies on them was being spanked by a handsome man.

Pixie saw himself lying over Daddy's lap, his panties pulled down, being spanked. He saw other pretty little sissies sitting on their daddies' laps. The bois batted their lashes, the tip of a finger just past their lips. The man's hands were cupping their sublime bottoms.

BE PRETTY ALWAYS LOOK PRETTY FOR YOUR MAN YOU ARE A SISSY BE PRETTY ALWAYS LOOK PRETTY YOU ARE SISSY BE A GOOD GIRL BE A GOOD SISSY BE DADDY'S GOOD SISSY DO WHAT DADDY SAYS WALK LIKE A GIRL TALK LIKE A GIRL WORSHIP COCK YOU ARE NOT A MAN YOU ARE SUBMISSIVE SISSY YOU ARE A SUBMISSIVE SISSY BE A GOOD GIRL BE A GOOD SISSY

The vibrating plug in Pixie's bottom was dialing up and down, expanding and contracting. His hips gyrated as he imagined the silicone cock in his boipussy was real. He wished it was real.

As the brainwashing continued a sissy named Precious began to give Pixie his very first mani-pedi. He cleaned his feet and hands. He trimmed his nails and then added small extensions to his fingertips. After they were perfectly shaped and smooth, Precious began brushing a bubblegum pink onto his fingernails and toenails.

Pixie never even registered this was happening.

Words continued to flash and pulse in bright pinks, lavenders, and sparkling whites. The light show continued and Pixie's brain registered BE SEXY SWEET BE DELICATE BE DEMURE BE SUBMISSIVE BE SEXY SWEET BE DELICATE BE DEMURE BE SUBMISSIVE BE SEXY SWEET BE DELICATE BE DEMURE BE SUBMISSIVE.

Phrases like FRILLY GIRLY THINGS MAKE ME HAPPY and I AM DADDY'S SISSY and I AM NOT A MAN I AM A SISSY I LOVE PANTIES I LOVE HIGH HEELS I LOVE PRETTY THINGS I WANT TO LOOK PRETTY FRILLY THINGS MAKE ME HAPPY I WANT TO WEAR CUTE PANTIES I WANT TO WEAR SEXY PANTIES repeated over and over again in half-second bursts.

Images of hard cocks pounding into sissy pussies blended into soft sissy lips wrapped around and sliding back and forth on hard cock heads. Pixie's brain registered every one of the subliminal messages.

I LOVE COCK began repeating. I WAS MADE TO WORSHIP COCK was added to the phrases being soaked into Pixie's sissy brain. I DON'T HAVE A COCK I HAVE A SISSY CLIT followed a burst of radiant pinks and purples.

Then the cycle began again, only this time much faster.

SEXY SWEET DELICATE DEMURE SUBMISSIVE. SEXY SWEET DELICATE DEMURE SUBMISSIVE. Phrases like FRILLY GIRLY THINGS MAKE ME HAPPY and I AM DADDY'S SISSY and I AM NOT A MAN I AM A SISSY I LOVE COCK I WAS MADE TO WORSHIP COCK I DON'T HAVE A COCK I HAVE A SISSY CLIT PANTIES PRETTY SHOES PRETTY HAIR PRETTY NAILS FRILLY PANTIES MAN COCK SUCKING COCK MAKES ME HAPPY I WANT A MAN TO FUCK ME I AM SUBMISSIVE TO ALL MEN SEXY SWEET DELICATE DEMURE SUBMISSIVE. SEXY SWEET DELICATE DEMURE SUBMISSIVE. FRILLY GIRLY THINGS MAKE ME HAPPY and I AM DADDY'S SISSY and I AM NOT A MAN I AM A SISSY I LOVE COCK I WAS MADE TO WORSHIP COCK I DON'T HAVE A COCK I HAVE A SISSY CLIT PANTIES PRETTY SHOES PRETTY HAIR PRETTY NAILS FRILLY PANTIES MAN COCK SUCKING COCK MAKES ME HAPPY I WANT A MAN TO FUCK ME I AM SUBMISSIVE TO ALL MEN
Rapid fire images of pretty bois being fucked flashed quickly. Sissies dressed in sexy lingerie servicing men blended into sissies dressed like school girls being spanked, into cute sissies sitting on men's lap dressed as sweet little girls kissing them and being kissed. He saw pretty bois in ruffled sissy panties sucking fat cocks. He saw bois in tights and leggings on their knees servicing two men, their mouths jammed full of hard cock.

He saw bois dressed up in lingerie, with heavy, slutty even, makeup. They were strutting their effeminate sexuality, teasing with their slender, smooth, feminine bodies.

Pixie was now leaking non-stop into his thick pull-up. He was soaking it. The last of his masculinity dribbled into the front of his babyish diaper, saturating the thick padding. This is how he came now. Pixie would produce little or no testosterone-laden semen from this point on. The sissy cream he would wet his panties with was a combination of the overriding female hormones now flooding his system and his new sissy DNA.

Sissy cream was what men wanted to smell and taste when they slid a sissy's pretty panties down and took their clits into their mouths. If a man chose to pleasure his sissy before fucking them, that is. Some men were generous that way. Others were just all about getting sucked and doing the fucking.

Sissy cream was what sissie's tasted on their fingers when they rubbed themselves to orgasm and what they washed out of their delicates on laundry day.

The machine was still gently pulling on Pixie's swollen, sore nipples. With long pulls, the cups filled with his breasts. His nipples were beat red. The plug in his bottom had been dialed up to 11.

SEXY SWEET DELICATE DEMURE SUBMISSIVE. SEXY SWEET DELICATE DEMURE SUBMISSIVE FRILLY GIRLY THINGS MAKE ME HAPPY and I AM DADDY'S SISSY and I AM NOT A MAN I AM A SISSY I LOVE COCK I WAS MADE TO WORSHIP COCK I DON'T HAVE A COCK I HAVE A SISSY CLIT PANTIES PRETTY SHOES PRETTY HAIR PRETTY NAILS FRILLY PANTIES MAN COCK SUCKING COCK MAKES ME HAPPY I WANT A MAN TO FUCK ME I AM SUBMISSIVE TO ALL MEN SEXY SWEET DELICATE DEMURE SUBMISSIVE. SEXY SWEET DELICATE DEMURE SUBMISSIVE. Phrases like FRILLY GIRLY THINGS MAKE ME HAPPY and I AM DADDY'S SISSY and I AM NOT A MAN I AM A SISSY I LOVE COCK I WAS MADE TO WORSHIP COCK I DON'T HAVE A COCK I HAVE A SISSY CLIT PANTIES PRETTY SHOES PRETTY HAIR PRETTY NAILS FRILLY PANTIES MAN COCK SUCKING COCK MAKES ME HAPPY I WANT A MAN TO FUCK ME I AM SUBMISSIVE TO ALL MEN

After an hour and twenty minutes Miss Fran turned off the machine.

She removed the suction cups from around Pixie's erect and bright red nipples. His chest felt funny and when Pixie touched his fingertips to his nipples, which were standing like eraser points, a million electric shocks went through his body.

He looked down and noticed his chest seemed puffier. There was a pronounced swelling. His nipples looked like long erasers. A whisper of cool air brushed against them and he cooed.

Pixie ran his hands over his chest. It was sore and his nipples were still too sensitive to touch. He marveled at the fullness in them now the way a young girl does when she begins to blossom. Miss Fran watched as he ran his hands over his puffy boibreasts and smiled.

"That went better than expected," she thought to herself, "We might have to skip training bras and go right to the real things."

Pixie's throat was sore. His belly felt full.

Miss Fran helped a dazed Pixie stand. He was still a little wobbly and his eyes looked like saucers. Miss Fran knew this was a critical time. Pixie's brain had been flooded with subliminal messages and imagery and all that information needed to be reinforced.

"How are you feeling, Pixie?" she asked.

"I feel wonderful," Pixie said.

He did too!

Miss Fran noticed his huge pupils and knew his eyes were still adjusting to the bright lights overhead. She also knew his brain was still in the process of downloading all the information it had just been bombarded with over the last hour.

Pixe had the look in his eyes she'd seen many times before. His brain had been feminized...sissified. It was full of fluff and sweetness and sugar and spice now.

Sissies aren't complicated creatures and they didn't spend the day trying to solve complex math problems. They thought about wearing pretty things and looking pretty. They thought about makeup and jewelry and shoes. They obsessed over men and those glorious things between their legs. Sissies thought about cock all the time. They imagined themselves sucking cock and being fucked by cock. With all those naughty thoughts running through their sissy little heads, there really wasn't much room for anything else.

Pixie, even though just coming out of his first session of reprogramming, had the look in his eyes now and would forever more. He was all sissy now and it was time to continue his training.

"Are you ready for Miss Fran to make you pretty?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, please Miss Fran," Pixie, "Please, pretty please make me pretty."

He sounded like a 16 year old on prom night.

Miss Fran closed his gown, took his delicate hand in hers and led him to the styling area. She noticed he was walking a bow-legged and saw the crotch of the pull-up was sagging. She'd keep him in his diaper just a little longer, just to be sure. Scoff about making them wear diapers during their training but it accomplished two things: it made them feel submissive and less macho (especially the pink Disney princess pull-ups) and it saved her from cleaning up large puddles of whatever on the floor.

She dialed the vibrating cock in Pixie's bottom down to Level 1.

She sat Pixie in a chair by one of the two sinks. He squirmed a little. The padding of his diaper squished under him. He couldn't wait until he was back in pretty panties and other frilly things. Frilly panties and pretty things. Pretty panties and frilly things.

He couldn't get the image out of his head.

I LIKE PRETTY PANTIES I WANT TO WEAR PRETTY FRILLY THINGS SISSIES LIKE TO LOOK PRETTY AND SEXY FOR THEIR MEN I LIKE PRETTY PANTIES I WANT TO WEAR PRETTY FRILLY THINGS SISSIES LIKE TO LOOK PRETTY AND SEXY FOR THEIR MEN I WANT TO WEAR PRETTY FRILLY THINGS PRISSY FRILLY PRETTY

He looked down at his hands and noticed his pretty pink nails. He smiled. There was even a tear in his eye. Then he saw his feet and squealed.

Miss Fran removed the cap and foil strips from Pixie's head. She leaned him back over the sink and washed his hair. She dried him with a towel, inspected the color and highlights and, pleased, led him back to the styling chair.

Miss Fran studied Pixie's hair and his bone structure. She went back and forth on whether to style it into a classic bob style or, as Mr. Powers, the boss, had suggested, a pixie cut. If the boss wanted his new boi with a pixie cut then a pixie cut it would be.

She began combing and cutting Pixie's now blonde hair. The bubblegum pink highlights came out perfectly and would be even cuter once she was done cutting and layering.

When she done wit his new cut, she began tweezing Pixie's thick boy eyebrows into thin, arched brows. Even without makeup he was beginning to look like a pretty young girl.

Thick lashes were applied to his already gorgeous lashes making them even fuller and more luxurious. The welding process was a new technique which would ensure they stayed on, even during the most physical of activities. Pixie now had stunning lashes that fluttered like butterfly wings. Even his eyes even looked bigger and brighter.

Collagen was injected into his lips to accentuate his already cute mouth. The result was a set of pouty lips that were going to look so sexy wrapped around the head of a hard cock. Pixie watched as Miss Fran dabbed a bubblegum pink lipstick onto them. It tasted sweet and he smiled sleepily at her.

"Blow yourself a kiss, Cutie," Miss Fran told him.

He batted his eyes at his reflection, pursed his soft lips and blew a kiss to the sissy staring back at him. Boy! He was really cute!

Miss Fran told Pixie to pay attention to everything she was doing because he would be responsible from this point on for doing his own makeup.

She brushed blush onto his cheeks. He watched as she blew the excess makeup from the soft brush before she applied it with masterful strokes.

Pixie tried his best to take everything in but his mind was racing from the day's events, the shot he'd received and all those bright colors and words he saw, thought he saw, (imagined?) when he was sitting under the dryer.

Pixie's ears were pierced and two gold butterflies were inserted through his tender lobes. All the sissies who worked for Darryl Powers wore the same butterfly earrings.

Miss Fran helped Pixie out of the stylist's chair. She lifted his short gown and removed his pull-up. Sure enough there was a sticky mess in the front of it. Sissies were all the same.

Pixie hoped that was the last time he'd ever have to wear a diaper but he suspected diaper punishment was a method Miss Fran often used. The last thing he wanted was to be forced to walk out into the club downstairs in nothing but a diaper with a pacifier in his mouth.

Pixie knew he didn't really have a choice though. Sissies often wore diapers and cute childish panties for men. He'd seen a sissyboi dressed like a three year old. He'd seen one dressed like a school girl.

It was obvious to him that men liked for their sissies to come in a variety of packaging. It was a broad spectrum.

Regardless, he would wear whatever a man told him to wear. If a man wanted him to wear a diaper he would. He was a sissy. He was meant to serve men and do what they wanted.

Miss Fran removed the vibrating plug from Pixie's worn-out bottom. It fell out with a PLOP. She grabbed several baby wipes and cleaned in and around his still-gaping hole. Then she cleaned along his crack and up under his tiny velvet bag.

The scent of the wipes was intoxicating. They smelled so fresh and clean. They smelled babyish which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Sissies could smell fresh and clean and sweet like babies.

BE DADDY'S GOOD GIRL BE SWEET BE SUBMISSIVE BE A GOOD SISSY YOU ARE NOT IN CONTROL BE A GOOD LITTLE GIRL BE A GOOD LITTLE SISSY BE DADDY'S SPECIAL BABY GIRL BE DADDY'S GOOD GIRL BE SWEET BE SUBMISSIVE BE A GOOD SISSY YOU ARE NOT IN CONTROL BE A GOOD LITTLE GIRL BE A GOOD LITTLE SISSY BE DADDY'S SPECIAL BABY GIRL BE DADDY'S GOOD GIRL BE DADDY'S GOOD GIRL BE A GOOD SISSY BE A GOOD SISSY FOR DADDY

Miss Fran continued to clean Pixie's privates. He steadied himself with a hand on her shoulder. When she took the head of his penis and washed it tenderly, talking to him like he was a small child, he felt those all-too familiar butterflies in his tummy.

"Time to clean the baby," she whispered, "The baby needs to be clean so we can make him pretty. This feels good doesn't it, Pixie? You like Miss Fran cleaning you like this don't you? So clean. So fresh. Just like a baby. Just a good little sissy now, aren't you, Pixie?"

Pixie nodded.

"We need to clean your clitty, Pixie."

"Yes ma'am," he replied.

That now all too familiar voice in his head began whispering again.

YOU DON'T HAVE A COCK SISSIES HAVE CLITS YOU DON'T HAVE AN ASSHOLE YOU HAVE A SISSY PUSSY YOU DON'T HAVE A COCK SISSIES HAVE CLITS YOU DON'T HAVE AN ASSHOLE YOU HAVE A SISSY PUSSY YOU DON'T HAVE A COCK SISSIES HAVE CLITS YOU DON'T HAVE A COCK SISSIES HAVE CLITS

Then, as he was being lulled into a safe place, his bottom and private area being gently cleaned, a sharp pain stuck him in both of his cheeks.

"Seconds dose. Even higher concentration now," Miss Fran said putting the needle onto a silver tray, "I've added a higher concentrate of aphrodisiacs and hormones. We're gonna plump up that cute bottom of yours, Pixie. Make it nice and bouncy."

All of that sounded wonderful to him.

"There's also a touch of adrenaline. You should feel it in a few seconds and perk up a bit. Can't have a sleepy sissy on my hands. Too much to do."

"Too much to do," Pixie repeated.

Then he felt the heat of the second dose coursing through his body. Miss Fran's voice sounded like she was speaking to him over a loud speaker.

Suddenly his mind was cleared. The fogged just disappeared. He was clear-headed but still very relaxed.

He saw Miss Fran standing before him holding a pair of lacy panties. The pink panties were dripping in lace. Pixie would later learn they were called hipsters. He stepped into them. They fit perfectly. He fingered the rows of ruffles across his bottom. The panties felt scrumptious. Yes, scrumptious. Sooo scrumptious.

SCRUMPTIOUS SCRUMPTIOUS SCRUMPTIOUS SCRUMPTIOUS SCRUMPTIOUS SCRUMPTIOUS SCRUMPTIOUS SCRUMPTIOUS

FRILLY PRETTY FRILLY PRISSY FRILLY PRETTY FRILLY PRISSY

A sheer babydoll top was next. It matched the pink of Pixie's panties. It was almost translucent and his slender body showed through the material, his hard nipples especially. The top came to just above his bellybutton.

Pixie noticed his nipples seemed to be harder than usual and there was definitely a pronounced swelling under them. His areola were darker too. Maybe, though, he was imagining all of that.

Miss Fran then helped Pixie step into a cloud of pink, lavender and purple tulle. The little ballerina skirt was elasticized and she pulled it up to just below Pixie's bellybutton. The sheer layers of the skirt showed his ruffled, sissy panties underneath.

"Give it a twirl," Miss Fran said, "All sissies love a good twirl."

YOU LOVE PINK AND PRETTY PANTIES FRILLY THINGS MAKE YOU HAPPY SISSIES LOVE TO TWIRL TO SHOW OFF THEIR PRETTY PANTIES YOU LOVE PINK AND PRETTY PANTIES FRILLY THINGS MAKE YOU HAPPY SISSIES LOVE TO TWIRL TO SHOW OFF THEIR PRETTY PANTIES BE A DAINTY PRETTY PRISSY SISSY BE A DAINTY PRETTY PRISSY SISSY MEN CRAVE PRETTY DAINTY PRISSY SISSIES BE A DAINTY PRETTY PRISSY SISSY MEN CRAVE PRETTY DAINTY PRISSY SISSIES SISSY SISSY SISSY MEN CRAVE PRETTY DAINTY PRISSY SISSIES SISSY SISSY SISSY

Pixie spun on his left foot, twirling like a ballerina. His tulle skirt rose and fell and he could see glimpses of his panties from under the cloud of femininity he was wearing.

Miss Fran slipped lacy anklets onto Pixie's feet. She turned the lace-edged top back onto itself. Then she showed Pixie his new shoes. The shoes were styled like a little girl's MaryJane shoe. They were shiny black and had little gold buckles and had a two inch heel.

He was wobbly at first and Miss Fran steadied him. She wouldn't let him fall. Normally, if she had more time she would have started her novice sissy with flats, maybe even a one inch heel, but she didn't have time. She had just hours now.

As he stood there on shaky legs, Pixie discovered, as all sissies do, that if he stood perfectly straight and pushed out his bottom he could stand without too much wobbling.

Soon Miss Fran took her hand off his shoulder and Pixie was taking his first steps in his first pair of heels. Each steps caused his silky panties to slide against his bare skin. His babydoll top brushed against his nipples giving him shivers...delightful shivers.

Back and forth Pixie waddled listening closely to Miss Fran's instructions. He thought he was doing well. His back was straight. His butt was pushed out. He was taking small steps. He was following all of her instructions. He was being a good sissy.

Pixie nearly toppled face forward but he caught himself.

"Baby steps, Sugar," Miss Fran said, "Baby steps."

"Baby steps, baby steps, baby steps," he repeated.

The look on her face told him there was something wrong.

"What's wrong Miss Fran?" Pixie asked.

"Well, Dear, it's just that you look so beautiful and so girly now."

These were words Pixie wanted, longed, to hear.

"But-"

"But what?" Pixie asked, taking Miss Fran's large hand in his. Something was wrong. He could tell. He looked up at the large woman who seemed distressed about something. He was pouting a little.

"Well, Dear," she said setting the trap, "It's your voice."

"My voice?"

"It's just you look so pretty...so feminine...so perfect...but you still have your...your boy voice."

"Ohh," Pixie sighed, almost afraid to speak now.

"It throws the picture off. You look like such an angel but you still sound like ...a boy. It's just doesn't fit," Miss Fran said in mock despair. Then she said something she knew was going to seal the desperate sissy's fate.

"I'm just not sure your daddy is going to approve."

YOU MUST MAKE MEN HAPPY YOU MUST MAKE DADDY HAPPY BE A GOOD SISSY BE A GOOD SISSY FOR YOUR MAN FOR YOUR DADDY YOU MUST MAKE MEN HAPPY YOU MUST MAKE DADDY HAPPY BE A GOOD SISSY BE A GOOD SISSY FOR YOUR MAN FOR YOUR DADDY MAKE DADDY HAPPY

"OH PLEASE MISS FRAN!" Pixie pleaded, "Please fix it. Please fix my voice. I can't disappoint Daddy! I can't!"

YOU MUST MAKE MEN HAPPY YOU MUST MAKE DADDY HAPPY BE A GOOD SISSY BE A GOOD SISSY FOR YOUR MAN FOR YOUR DADDY YOU MUST MAKE MEN HAPPY YOU MUST MAKE DADDY HAPPY BE A GOOD SISSY BE A GOOD SISSY FOR YOUR MAN FOR YOUR DADDY BE DADDY'S PRINCESS BE DADDY'S LITTLE WHORE YOUR DADDY BE DADDY'S PRINCESS BE DADDY'S LITTLE WHORE YOUR DADDY BE DADD'YS SWEET PRINCESS BE DADDY'S NAUGHTY LITTLE WHORE BE A GOOD SISSY BE A GOOD SISSY YOU MUST WALK LIKE A SISSY YOU MUST SOUND LIKE A SISSY YOU MUST WALK LIKE A SISSY YOU MUST SOUND LIKE A SISSY BE A GOOD SISSY

Pixie was near hysterics.

"There is something I can to do fix it but..."

"But what, Miss Fran?!"

"Are you sure this is what you want?" she asked. Of course she already knew the answer.

"YES! PLEASE! PLEASE PLEASE MISS FRAN! PLEASE FIX MY BOY VOICE!"

Miss Fran turned and picked up a strange looking bottle. She took a step forward and raised the bottle to his face.

"Open wide, Dear," she said bringing the bottle close to Pixie's mouth.

His eyes wide, Pixie opened his mouth, praying whatever Miss Fran was about to do was going to fix him, make him perfect for Daddy.

Miss Fran aimed the nozzle of the bottle and squeezed the bulb. A pink mist shot into Pixie's mouth. Miss Fran repeated this three times. Pixie swallowed hard each time. He closed his eyes. The mist was tingling his throat. He coughed. He swallowed again. Tears ran from his eyes.

Miss Fran stood back, setting the strange bottle back onto the small metal table to her right. She gave it a second or two.

"Pixie," she said softly, "How do you feel Baby?"

Pixie answered, "Heavenly, Miss Fran. I feel heavenly."

Only the voice that came from his mouth wasn't his. Or it wasn't his old boy voice, rather. The soft, girlish voice he answered in was his new voice.

Miss Fran smiled.

Pixie sounded like the sissy he was now and would be forever. Much like the hair removal process, the voice altering procedure was permanent.

Benji was gone forever.

Pixie, the delicious and delicate, submissive and sissified boi was here to stay. Sissy suggestions had been planted deeply into his subconsciousness. His fragile male ego had lost the battle and raised the white flag of surrender.

"Is this better?" Pixie asked not believing the sweet, high voice was really his, "Do you think Daddy will like it?"

"Your daddy is going to love it and you. You are the most perfect sissy I've ever seen...and...heard. You sound like an angel."

Pixie hugged her tightly.

"I hope you feel as scrumptious as you look," Miss Fran knowing perfectly well he did.

"Scrumptioussss," Pixie repeated with just the slightest hint of a lisp.

Miss Fran noticed Pixie was crossing his legs a little and his hands were going between his legs. He had to pee. She knew the look on his face all too well. He was fidgeting like a five year old who was about to wet their pants.
"Well, what is it?" she asked.

"I need to tinkle, Miss Fran," he said.

"Well go tinkle. And when you're in there remember to sit down to tinkle and wipe yourself after. Sissies don't stand to pee. Sissies wipe themselves after."

SISSIES SIT TO PEE SISSIES WIPE THEMSELVES AFTERWARDS

SISSIES SIT TO PEE SISSIES WIPE THEMSELVES AFTERWARDS

SISSIES SIT TO PEE SISSIES WIPE THEMSELVES AFTERWARDS

"Yes ma'am," he said.

"And when you get back we're gonna keep practicing.

Pixie hurried off to the bathroom, his hands between his legs.

He rushed into the stall, lifted his top, pulled down his panties and sat to pee. When he was done he wiped himself. He pulled his pretty panties up his smooth legs. Before he stepped out of the restroom he checked his reflection in the mirror.

He walked back to Miss Fran, taking small girlish steps, feeling his lovely panties against his bottom.

"We need to work on your walk, Pixie."

Pixie thought he'd been walking pretty well. Apparently not.

Pixie wanted to be the perfect sissy. He was listening intently to Miss Fran and to the voice in his head telling him:

BE A GOOD SISSY ALWAYS BE THE BEST SISSY YOU CAN BE

MEN LOVE GOOD SISSIES MEN ALSO LOVE NAUGHTY SISSIES

BE A GOOD SISSY ALWAYS BE THE BEST SISSY YOU CAN BE

MEN LOVE GOOD SISSIES MEN ALSO LOVE NAUGHTY SISSIES

BE A GOOD SISSY ALWAYS BE THE BEST SISSY YOU CAN BE

MEN LOVE GOOD SISSIES MEN ALSO LOVE NAUGHTY SISSIES

Miss Fran continued, "You are going to learn how to wait tables because all the sissies at The Pink Boy wait tables when they're not dancing. Which means you'll have to study the food menu as well as the bar menu."

Pixie had never waited on tables before and he wondered if he could do it. Something told him he didn't really have a choice.

"While all that is going on we are going to train you to be a dancer. Tinkerbell, Tink for short, is my best dancer here and is going to assist me."

Oh my goodness there was a lot to learn.

"Are you a good dancer, Pixie?"

"No, Miss Fran," Pixie said with candor.

"You will be when Tink is done with you."

"Yes Miss Fran," Benji said with a mix of apprehension and excitement.

He looked up at the large woman standing over him and asked, "Do I have to strip?"

"Of course. All the sissies who work at The Pink Boy dance and strip."

Gulp.

"Don't you worry your pretty little sissy head. I have two sissybois who are wonderful instructors. Queenie and Priss are going to take you under their sissy wings and teach you what you need to know."

Miss Fran then added the final touches to Pixie's appearance. She fussed with his hair. She then led him over to a full length mirror and took a few steps back. Pixie stared at his reflection.

There staring back at him was something that wasn't quite female but definitely wasn't male. There was no other way to say it. From head to toe Pixie's appearance screamed SISSY. From his pinky blonde pixie cut to his big fluttering lashes, to his soft pouty lips and slender, smooth torso, he looked like a fairy.

You know what I mean.

From underneath his sheer babydoll top his erect pink nipples were visible. Due in part because his flat chest was no longer flat. The area around his nipples seemed to be bigger. Pixie wondered if the swelling would go down but the more he studied his little bumps, the more he felt them, he wasn't sure if that's what he wanted.

It was a moot point really. Unbeknownst to him he would undergo three more sessions and many more injections of hormones. By the end of his training he'd have darling boi breasts.

Pixie twirled and his little ballet skirt of tulle rose and fell. He caught a glimpse of his sissy panties. His painted fingertips played with the rows of ruffles across his bottom.

"Just look at you, Pixie."

It was important to keep repeating his new name. Benji was gone, gone forever.

"See what a pretty sissy you are, Pixie? The men who frequent The Pink Boy are going to love you."

YOUR NAME IS PIXIE YOUR NAME IS PIXIE YOUR NAME IS PIXIE YOUR NAME IS PIXIE YOUR NAME IS PIXIE YOUR NAME IS PIXIE YOU ARE A SISSY NOW YOU ARE A SISSY NOW

My name is Pixie and I am a sissy.

MEN ARE GOING TO LOVE YOU YOU ARE TO BE SUBMISSIVE TO MEN YOU ARE A PLAYTHING FOR MEN YOU LOVE TO SUCK COCK YOU CRAVE BIG, HARD COCKS IN YOUR BIOPSY THE MEN ARE GOING TO LOVE YOU YOU ARE TO BE SUBMISSIVE TO MEN YOU ARE A PLAYTHING FOR MEN YOU LOVE TO SUCK COCK YOU CRAVE BIG, HARD COCKS IN YOUR BOIPUSSY

"We have to get you ready. I can't just throw you up on that stage. Those horny bastards would eat you alive if I threw you out there right now," she said with a raised eyebrow, "And not the way you'd want them to. We have a lot of work to do Pixie."

Gulp.

"And we certainly wouldn't want to disappoint Mr. Powers. Now would we?"

Disappoint Daddy? No. No. No. Not ever.

I AM TO MAKE DADDY HAPPY I AM TO BE THE BEST SISSY I CAN BE I AM TO MAKE DADDY HAPPY I AM TO BE THE BEST SISSY I CAN BE I AM TO MAKE DADDY HAPPY I AM TO BE THE BEST SISSY I CAN BE I AM TO MAKE DADDY HAPPY I AM TO BE THE BEST SISSY I CAN BE I AM TO MAKE DADDY I AM TO MAKE DADDY

Miss Fran could tell the subliminal messages were repeating in Pixie's brain.

"Please teach me. Show me what to do, Miss Fran. PRETTY PLEASE WITH SUGAR ON TOP!" Pixie implored. The sissy was beside himself.

"The first thing we need to do is to keep working on that walk of yours. You're still walking like a boy trying to walk like a girl."

"Yes, ma'am. My walk."

For the next hour Miss Fran had poor Pixie walking up and down in front of her. His brain was like a sponge now and he absorbed all of her tips and instructions. She barked at him like a drill sergeant.

"Chin up! Shoulders back! Bottom out! Small steps! Swish your butt...left...right...left...right..."

Whenever he slouched or took too big a step, in other words walked like a boy, she would swat his bottom with a ruler.

"Bend that wrist. One elbow on your hip! You're a sissy not a longshoreman!"

After an hour she decided on a new tactic. She snapped her fingers and two sissies came running over. Pixie noticed they ran like girls. Their little cocks bounced up and down in their pretty panties. He wondered if he was as pretty as they were. He was.

The two sissies enlisted to help train Pixie were named Bitsy and Queenie.

Bitsy was wearing a g-string, sheer bloomer bottoms and a corseted top. Queenie was wearing satin boxers with nothing on underneath. He wasn't wearing a top.

Both were exquisitely feminine creatures with slender waists and rounded bottoms. Both their nipples were hard. Bitsy had a bob and Queenie had a shaved head. He was wearing a ruffled headband though.

"Girls," Miss Fran said, "Pixie needs all of us to rally and help him be the best sissy he can be. We only have a few hours. I want him walking like Miss America in two."

And so it went. Miss Fran, Queen and Bitsy drilled poor little Pixie.

You know what I mean.

Bitsy stood in front of Pixie and Queenie stood behind him. When Queenie placed his hands on Pixie's hips he understood he was to do the same to Bitsy. The three of them walked like that, in a straight (no pun intended) line, swishing their hips side to side.

When that particular method didn't seem to be working, Queenie literally took matters into his own hands. He slid his delicate hands under Pixie's tulle skirt and placed them directly on his pantied bottom. He took each cheek in his hands and squeezed gently.

The three of them walked like that: Pixie's hands on Bitsy's hips and Queenie's hands on the new boi's ass.

It was hard to concentrate and Pixie lost the rhythm twice. He also found his hands had found their way to Bitsy's plump bottom.

Frustrated, Bitsy and Queenie huddled and tried to figured what to do with their trainee.

After a minute of whispering to one another they walked back to Pixie. Queen reached his hand up under the tulle skirt and slipped his fingers into Pixie's panties. With one move he had them down by the sissy's ankles. Pixie stepped out of them and Miss Fran picked them up.

Both Bitsy and Queenie stripped down to just their silky panties. Then they sauntered over to Pixie and took their previous positions. Only this time Queenie inched forward until his body was pressed against Pixie's bottom. Then Bitsy backed up and pressed his backside into Pixie's crotch. The three of them were now sandwiched together.

Ever had a sissy sandwich?

Mmmmmm. They're delicious.

Slowly the three darling sissies walked forward, step by step, their bodies rubbing against one another.

Pixie could feel Queenie's skinny clitty in between his cheeks. He could also feel Bitsy's sublime bubble butt rubbing against his own clit with every step. Soon they were walking as one and moaning from the aching between their legs. The skinny pinkies between their smooth girlish legs stiffened as much as they could. Their pink heads glistened with sissy anticipation. Feeling each other's flesh was driving them all to the brink. They were breathing differently, trying their best to just walk in rhythm. Even though all they wanted was to suck each other off.

Pixie was swishing from side to side in perfect synchronicity with his sissy sisters but his eyes were closed and he was whimpering like a puppy who couldn't play with his favorite toy. It was getting harder (no pun intended) for the three of them to concentrate.

Pixie needed release.

Bitsy needed release.

Queenie needed release.

Miss Fran finally told them to stop. She laughed a little, her hands on her wide hips.

"Silly silly sissies. Well, go on. Take care of those before you explode."

Queenie and Bitsy knew what that meant. So did Pixie. He watched as the two sexy girlybois got on their knees in front of him. They raised his tulle skirt and took turns taking his tiny clitty into their very talented mouths.

Ohhhhh but those sissies knew how to pleasure a clitty.

It was so different from when Daddy had done it. It wasn't better or worse. It was just different. The things Bitsy and Queenie were doing with their lips and tongues had Pixie seeing skyrockets.

Bitsy and Queenie kissed each other then went back to sharing Pixie's clit. They reached back and each grabbed a pink cheek. They squeezed gently and pulled the new sissy to them. They swirled their tongues expertly. Queenie gave Pixie a playful spank.

YOU LIKE BEING SPANKED BE NAUGHTY GET SPANKED YOU LIKE BEING SPANKED BE NAUGHTY GET SPANKED YOU WANT TO BE PUT OVER SOMEONE'S LAP AND BE TOLD YOU ARE NAUGHTY AND NEED A GOOD SPANKING SISSY BOY SISSY

Finally the new boi squealed and leaked onto their faces. Queenie and Bitsy kissed again and licked each other's faces clean. Then they sucked Pixie's clit clean.

Bitsy and Queenie then stood in front of Pixie. Their panties were moist. They both gave him a "Well? What are you waiting for?" look.

Pixie knew what they wanted. He got on his knees in front of them. He slowly pulled Queenie's panties down. The sissy's clit fell out. It was as black as Daddy's but it was nowhere as thick or long. The head was a purplish pink and about the size of his thumb. He gave it a quick kiss.

Pixie then pulled down Bitsy's panties. Bitsy's clit poked straight up and a little to the left. He gave it a quick peck.

Pixie stared at those two pretty clits for what seemed like an eternity. Then he took those throbbing clitties in his hands and leaned forward.

He planted a soft kiss on Queenie's purplish pink head. Then he did the same for Bitsy. Then he flicked each with his tongue. They moaned and he did it again.

"Try and remember how they licked and kissed your clitty, Pixie," Miss Fran coached.

Pixie tried to remember what the sissies had done for him. He alternated between the two. They smelled and tasted differently from one another. He liked it though. He started to bathe them both with kisses and licks.

Bitsy slipped past his lips. His clit was no bigger than a finger and Pixie stuffed all of it in his mouth. He pulled off and then covered it with his lips again. He planted soft kisses on the pink head and licked it gently. He sucked the pink head into his mouth and sucked on it like it was a pacifier, which, technically it was now. He did this for a minute or two, all the while playing with Queenie's balls.

Then Pixie switched clitties.

Back and forth. Lick, kiss, suck. Up and down. Lick, kiss, suck.

Back and forth. Lick, kiss, suck. Up and down. Lick, kiss, suck.

He alternated between the two clitties. He reached back and held onto their bouncy bottoms. He bobbed his head back and forth, up and down.

His face was wet and his lips glazed. He looked like he'd entered a pie eating contest.

Miss Fran was impressed. Mr. Powers had been right. Pixie was a natural cocksucker. Not, mind you, that what he had in his mouth and hands could really be considered cocks.

Bitsy and Queenie were writhing on wobbly legs. Pixie was gobbling their clitties now with a new found enthusiasm.

Then the two sissies erupted. They squealed and leaked their cream onto Pixie's face, into his mouth. He lapped furiously like a kitten trying to empty two bowls.

Nobody said a word. Their bodies were trembling from orgasmic aftershocks. Their clitties began to soften. They were sweaty and the air was heavy with the aroma of fresh sissy cream.

Queenie helped Pixie stand. He took her hand in his. They stood pretty toe to pretty toe. Then Queenie leaned forward and pressed his thick, glazed lips onto Pixie's. Pixie kissed him back. Both their eyes were open. Queenie smiled and so did Pixie. Bitsy came in for his kiss.

The three stood like that, kissing and cleaning each other's faces.

They stood in a tight circle and their pink cock heads touched, sending even more shivers up their spines.

How that was possible is anyone's guess.

Finally Miss Fran said it was time to get back to work. The three sissies pulled their panties back up and got into line. They began walking in one in front of the other.

This time Pixie didn't trip. He was falling right into line with them, matching step for step, swish for swish. When their hips swayed to the right, so did his. When they swished to the left, so did his. He certainly wasn't walking like a boy who was trying to walk like a girl anymore.

Finally Miss Fran excused Bitsy and Queenie. The three hugged and kissed like best friends. Pixie knew they were his sissy sisters now. He loved and admired their oral prowess. He wished he would be that good one day.

"Daddy would like that," he told himself, "And if I could suck cock like they do, he would be very, very happy. And that's what I'm supposed to do."

MAKE DADDY HAPPY MAKE DADDY HAPPY DO WHAT DADDY SAYS SUCK DADDY'S COCK LET DADDY FUCK YOU MAKE DADDY HAPPY MAKE DADDY HAPPY MAKE DADDY HAPPY DO WHAT DADDY SAYS SUCK DADDY'S COCK LET DADDY FUCK YOU MAKE DADDY HAPPY BE A GOOD SISSY ALWAYS BE A GOOD SISSY

Pixie continued to practice alone for another hour. Back and forth he swished, his butt swaying from side to side. One elbow rested on his hip and his wrist was bent. His head was held high and he had a look of confidence in his eyes.

He'd never walk like a clumsy boy again.

Miss Fran was impressed by his determination but knew he really didn't have a choice. His brain had been rewired. He was an effeminate sissy boi now and his mannerisms, speech pattern and physicality would reflect that.

And Pixie was determined!

The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint his daddy.

At one moment during his curtsey training Pixie asked when his daddy would be picking him up and taking him home.

That was when Miss Fran dropped an atom bomb on him. It hit him so hard he tripped and almost fell.

Miss Fran told Pixie his daddy wasn't coming to get him. She told him The Pink Boy was his home now and explained he would be living with his sissy sisters in a large apartment on the third floor.

"You have joined a select sorority, Pixie," she explained, "And a good sorority sister doesn't leave the house."

The apartment Miss Fran was talking about took up the entire third floor.

There was a kitchen and laundry area. There was a deck for the bois to sunbathe on in the summer. There was even a large hot tub and two tanning beds.

There were four bedrooms. Each was decorated in pinks and lavenders and furnished in an ultra-feminine style. There were stuffed animals and dolls on each of the four king-sized beds. There were framed black and white photos of naked muscle men and pretty bois playing all sorts of sexual games hanging on the walls. There were posters of boybands and Disney princesses also.

There were two bathrooms. There was even an entertainment room complete with a 72" plasma tv and an extensive collection of porn.

There was a small workout area with yoga mats, three ellipticals and two Peloton bikes. Mr. Powers wanted his sissies in shape and did not tolerate laziness.

Because there were only four beds, the sissies sisters all slept together. Sometimes two or three or even four sissy sisters cuddled together under their pink satin sheets.

The nightstands were well-stocked with all sorts of toys and plenty of batteries.

Miss Fran explained Pixie would live and work at The Pink Boy from this point on. This was his home now. This was his destiny.

"Will I ever see Daddy again?" he asked, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Of course you will, Sweetie," she said patting his bottom, "Mr. Powers is in the club at least three times a week checking on things...on his special bois."

She could tell this didn't make Pixie feel any better.

"Oh now, don't you worry your pretty little head. You're going to be so busy-"

He looked like he was going to cry.

"Dancing and waiting tables and-"

His bottom lip was quivering.

"Taking care of all the handsome men who come to The Pink-"

Wait? Handsome men?"

"Men with big, fat cocks who just love sexy things like you," she said.

Big fat cocks?

"You're going to be so busy making all those men in that club feel good you won't have time to miss your daddy."

"I will?"

"Baby you are going to meet so many men who will trip over themselves for a chance to be with you. You're going to suck so much cock and have your boipussy fucked so hard and so often you won't even think about your daddy."

GOODY GOODY GOODY A WELL FUCKED SISSY IS A HAPPY SISSY A WELL FUCKED SISSY IS A HAPPY SISSY GOODY GOODY GOODY A WELL FUCKED SISSY IS A HAPPY SISSY

"Yes, ma'am," Pixie said.

"Did you want to go back to your old life?" Miss Fran asked.

She knew there was no way he could ever or would ever want to, but asked anyway.

"No, Miss Fran. NEVER."

"Are you sure you don't want to leave and become a boring, ugly boy again and wear boring and ugly boy clothes?"

Pixie's manicured nails played with the ruffles on his panties.

"No."

"You are a sissy, Pixie. You are a pretty sissy, Pixie. You are here to entertain men and make them happy. Say it with me, Baby."

"I am a sissy. I am a pretty sissy. I am here to entertain men and make them happy."

MAKING MEN HAPPY MAKES ME HAPPY MAKING MEN HAPPY MAKES ME HAPPY MAKING MEN HAPPY MAKES ME HAPPY MAKING MEN HAPPY MAKES ME HAPPY I AM A SISSY I AM A SISSY MAKING MEN HAPPY MAKES ME HAPPY I'M A SISSY

Miss Fran stopped and let Pixie repeat the mantra over and over again. His eyes glazed over a little.

"I am a sissy. I am a pretty sissy. I am here to entertain men and make them happy," he said in his soft feminine voice, slightly twirling, catching glimpses of his pretty panties.

"Don't you want to stay here and get to try on all those pretty, sexy things and make men happy?"
"Yes. Yes I do."

"Well we better get back to work then? Don't you think?"

"Yes, ma'am," Pixie answered like the good little sissy soldier he was.

He'd never have to go back to school. He would never have to clean up after those dumb asshole jocks again. He would stay here and live with his sissy sisters and dress up in pretty clothes and take care of the men downstairs.

He couldn't wait!

After a small lunch of salad and a diet soda, he was back at it for another two hours.

Finally Miss Fran told Pixie it was time for him to get dressed for his shift.

Pixie saw the outfit he was going to wear. His eyes widened and he felt tingly all over. He couldn't wait to put on every article of clothing.

He couldn't wait for the men in the club to see him dressed up. He wanted to feel their eyes on him. He wanted them to desire him and want to do all sorts of sexy, naughty things to him. He wanted to know he'd made them hard and horny and desired him. He wanted to look fuckable. He wanted to be fucked.

The panties were first. The panties were always first. They were silk and virginal white. In fact the entire ensemble was white to signify Pixie's status as a new sissy at The Pink Boy.

The delicate boy short style panties were silk and dripping with lacy ruffles. He couldn't help but run his manicured nails across the rows of lace across his bottom.

In case you weren't aware, silk on bare sissy skin is one of the best feelings ever.

The first is when a man's hard cock first slides into their bouncy bottoms and stretches their holes. The heat and power of a cock thrusting into a boipussy is unimaginable.

The second best feeling is a thick cock sliding past their lips into their throats. That salty, musky taste and scent, was unbelievably intoxicating.

The third best feeling, when you are a sissy, is silk against your smooth, bare skin.

A matching bustier was next. The sexy little top gave Pixie an undeniably feminine silhouette. His cute, flat belly showed. His puffy boi breasts were pushed up into the small cups. The upper half of his large areola peeked from over the lacy edging. He ran one pink fingernail from one nipple to the other. An electric chill went through his body. There were tingly, happy feelings in his pretty panties.

Pixie ran his fingers down his bustier and across the waistband of his panties. He felt so girly.

Sheer thigh high stockings were next. Pixie's silk-encased legs looked gorgeous. He turned and looked over his shoulder, admiring his own ruffled bottom and scrumptious legs.

He loved how feminine he looked. He felt confident he was going to be responsible for many hard cocks.

Miss Fran helped him slip his small feet into three inch, pink heels. After a wobbly start, Pixie straightened his back and stuck out his tush. Miss Fran gave it an approving pat. Pixie took several steps and Miss Fran watched as his ruffled bottom swished from side to side. Pixie even stopped once, turned, smiled and batted his thick lashes at her.

Pixie had transformed. There was no going back now. He was a full-fledge sissy who loved feeling girly and sexy. His only desire was to please men and in turn feel desired by them.

As he stood, fascinated by the sissy staring back at him in the full length mirror next to the elevator to the club, all sorts of naughty thoughts entered his mind.

He couldn't wait to be out on the floor of the club and strut for all those men. He hoped they would invite him to sit on their laps and maybe run their fingers across the rows of ruffles on his panties as they whispered naughty things in his ear.

He imagined feeling their hard cocks under his bottom. He would flirt with them and allow them to kiss him. Then he would grind his bottom down onto their erections through their pants.

He imagined smelling their cologne as their hands explored his body. They would whisper to him and tell him all the naughty things they wanted to do to him.

Pixie was a wanton little sissy slut now. He craved cock, in his mouth and his boipussy.

"He's ready," Miss Fran told herself.

She picked up a bottle of perfume. It was an intoxicating mix of perfume and aphrodisiacs. She sprayed a thick cloud in front of Pixie and instructed him to walk through it.

Pixie stepped forward, taking a deep breath. The perfume tickled his nose. He walked through the cloud letting it envelope him and seep into his already stimulated brain and libido.

The perfume smelled wonderful and Pixie knew he did too.

There was a full-length mirror next to the elevator and Pixie checked himself before he went down to the club.

He was struck by how pretty he was and in his mind saw his ten year old self wearing his cousin's Easter dress.

The six girls in the house that day had been playing dress up. He was the only boy and had been roped into their girlish games.

It had been decided he was to be one of the girls. Even though he begged to be allowed to remain in his boy clothes, they persisted in his temporary feminization. He wasn't the youngest but, being small for his age and too pretty to be a boy (so they thought) it had been decided he'd be the little sister.

He had put up a good fight but in the end wound up at their mercy, naked and waiting to be dressed in whatever they chose for him out of their own collections of clothes.

Before he long he had been dressed in a pretty pink dress with little white rabbits on it. Three white petticoats brushed against his upper thighs and held his dress aloft.

The dress had been his cousin's when she was younger. It was too small and too short for a ten year old and his pretty panties showed from underneath his cloud of white tulle.

He hadn't been able to do or say anything as they lowered it over his head and tied the sash in the back.

His shoulder length hair (his mother liked him with longer hair) was pulled back into a ponytail and held with a pink bow. He was wearing a little white hat with a white ribbon. His lips were pink and glossy. On his feet were lacy white anklets and white patent leather shoes. He even had a little purse to carry.

He remembered feeling so pretty then. He remembered how the girls had fussed over him. His heart had sunk though when he realized a hint of the pink panties he was wearing showed, especially if he took big steps. Basically if he walked like a boy, everyone was going to see his pretty underpants.

He discovered he'd have to take small girlish steps to avoid flashing his frilly undies. But was people seeing his prissy panties really a bad thing? Pretty little girls wore such underwear for a reason. Didn't they?

BE DAINTY. BE A LITTLE GIRL. BE A DAINTY LITTLE GIRL. YOU'RE WALKING TOO MUCH LIKE A BOY. BE DAINTY. BE A SISSY. BE DAINTY. BE A LITTLE GIRL. BE A DAINTY LITTLE GIRL.

That's what his cousins had been telling him as they made him parade around the neighborhood. Or had it been the voice he heard as he sat under the hair dryer. Or had it been Miss Fran? Queenie? Bitsy?

It was all blending together.

He remembered worrying that he was going to look like just a boy in a girl's dress and everyone was going to laugh at him. Surprisingly his appearance had far exceeded everyone's expectations. Including his own.

He looked exactly like a pretty little girl and for that day was the happiest he'd ever been. No one ever suspected the truth and if they did no one said a word. Women told him he had pretty lashes and his dress was beautiful. They made him twirl for them and he loved how that made him feel. Men flirted with him the way older men flirt with pretty little girls and remembered blushing when they had asked for sweet kisses.

He had felt a power then he had never felt as a dirty, rough and tumble boy.

**************

Now he was looking at his 19 year old self looking utterly feminine and sexy. He put his hands on his small breasts. He couldn't wait for them to be bigger and to be able to wear pretty bras.

He couldn't wait to feel a man's hands on them, squeezing them gently. He wanted to feel the warmth of man's breath on his nipples. Maybe the man would bite them very tenderly, you know, just a nibble. Maybe the man would even suck on them.

Pixie certainly wasn't worried if anyone saw his panties now. He wanted them to. He wanted men to tell him how sexy his ass looked in panties. He wanted to feel their hands on the cool silk. He wanted to feel fingers slip inside them and touch his smooth skin.

He wanted the men downstairs to tell him he was beautiful and sexy and he wanted men to trip over themselves to be able to spoil him. He wanted them to buy him drinks and whisper naughty things in his ear as their hands explored his body.

Mostly he wanted a man to tell him to get on his knees and take his cock into his mouth. He wanted to be on all fours and feel a man's hands on his hips and the head of a cock as it slipped inside him. He wanted to be fucked by a man.

That was his sole purpose now.

Look pretty, make men happy and get fucked.

He continued to look at himself. Every inch of him screamed sissy and Pixie was so okay with that. He loved the way he looked and the way he felt. He felt complete, as if a missing piece in the puzzle of his life had been found and put into place.

Pixie was more confident than Benji was or ever could have been. Pixie knew he was going to excite the men one floor down. He was going to exude effeminate sissy perfection and make cocks hard.

He was the happiest he'd ever been.

Pixie stepped into the elevator. He could hear the dance music from downstairs. His heart was racing. His little clitty was tingling.

He took a breath, stood up straight and pushed out his bottom. He licked his lips nervously.

2ND FLOOR : CLUB

He pressed the button noticing how amazing his nails looked now.

The elevator began the trip to the floor below.

DING!

The beat of the loud music was no match for his own heart as he took his first steps into the club. He could feel eyes on him. There was an electric charge of horniness in the air. He took several steps, swishing his sexy butt from left to right. Someone patted his bottom. Another man asked to sit on his lap.

Someone called him 'Cutie.' Another guy called him a 'sexy little bitch.' Somebody said they had something in their pants for him.

Pixie kept sashaying across the busy club. His little package swayed sexily in his panties. Then something amazing happened.

Pixie became aware of the power he possessed. Seeing all those men ogling him, studying every inch of his body, fucking him with their eyes, he suddenly realized how much power he had as a sissy. For the first time in his life he felt like he was in control.

This was nothing like those times he'd walked through the locker room and had to endure shouts of "FAG!" and "SISSY!"

None of the men who were looking at him, spanking his butt playfully as he walked past them, hated him for being different...for being a sissy. They loved who he was and how he looked. They not only accepted him, they wanted to be with him. They wanted to do things with him...to him.

Time seemed to freeze and for just a moment in time, Pixie saw himself in another place.

**************

For a second Pixie saw himself back at school, walking through the locker room after a big game.

He was wearing a tight t-shirt which showed off his flat belly and bouncy tits. He was wearing a cheerleader's skirt and underneath red lollipops which hugged his ass and package. His skirt was short but long enough to hide his secret from the eyes on him.

He swished his ass from side to side and every eye staring at him followed it.

The stupid jerk jocks were unable to do or say anything. They were transfixed by the vixen in their midsts, frozen because this hot chick was brazenly strutting through their domain.

Some of the players were naked. Some were half-dressed. All their cock though were slowly reacting to the cheerleader who had somehow gotten lost found herself in the boys' locker room.

They smiled at her and puffed up their chests and flexed their hard muscles trying to impress her. She was cute. She was sexy. Her tits weren't huge but her nipples were hard and her ass, from what they could see from under her short skirt, was amazing. Her mouth was totally fuckable.

Best of all she was staring at all of them with a look that said, "I want to suck your cocks and then I want every one of you to bend me over and fuck me long and hard."

Pixie imagined himself walking right up to the five who'd asked him to join them for a 'night out with the guys.'

Chad, Todd, Mikey, Dre and Demetrius were standing by their lockers like they always were, thick as thieves. They were joking around and bragging about some conquest one of them had had behind the stadium.

Chad and Mikey were wearing only their sweaty jocks. Dre and Demetrius were completely naked, their long cocks hanging between their muscular legs. Todd was wearing only his jersey and the tip of his cock was hanging out.

Pixie saw himself flirt with them. He imagined inviting them all back to the shower area. Of course they'd follow the cute cheerleader without question. With a flip of his skirt and a flash of his bouncy bottom, he'd lured them back easily.

Once there he'd let them kiss him and feel him up. He imagined their hands on his body. He could see and smell their erections. He'd touch their cocks, teasing them even more. He bat his eyes at them, trying to decide who to suck first.

The boys would all line up, side by side as the sexy little sissy kneeled before them. As soon as his lips wrapped around their cocks he'd have them. He was a hot-as-fuck sissy now and could suck their cocks better than any old girl could.

Then one by one he'd blow them. They were immature jerks and wouldn't last long. They'd grunt and shoot their loads down his throat and fill his belly and then high five each other.

With his face glazed with cum he'd lie on his back on the trainer's table waiting to see who'd be the one to flip up his skirt and pull down his soaked lollipops. He would look up at them and bat his eyes. He'd lick his lips and touch someone's cock and give it a squeeze.

His cock would look so pretty in his lacy thong. He'd grin and ask, "Who's gonna be first?"

It was a nice thought. And who knows?

*************

Back in the present he felt hands on his body as we walked through the mazes of tables.

Men were looking at him with lust and desire. They wanted to do things to him. And Pixie wanted to do things for them, to them.

He could see their cocks straining against their jeans and slacks. He could smell their manliness, the muskiness of their erections and he wanted to pull each and every one of their cocks out and lick and kiss them. He wanted to slide his soft full lips over their wet mushroom heads until his throat was stuffed with dick.

He wanted to sit on their laps and grind his ass onto the lumps in their pants and feel their fingers playing with the ruffles on his panties. He wanted them to whisper naughty things to him and maybe even sneak a kiss on his chest or neck.

Pixie wanted to fuck every man in that room and let them use him anyway they wanted. He craved cock. He wanted each of his holes crammed full. He just wanted to be desired, told he was beautiful, special, and then fucked silly.

He looked around him, over the sea of faces hungering for him.

He noticed Baby Doll performing on one of the two narrow stages which extended from the main stage. Men were seated on both side of these two stages. The performers were only a foot away from all those horny men. Precious was on the other.

Precious was dressed in only pink bikini panties, a man's dress shirt which was unbuttoned, and a man's tie. He was in red stiletto heels.

His eyes looked smoky due to heavy mascara and eyeliner. His full lips were bright red. His hair was slicked back and under the fedora he was wearing. The masculine hat was cocked sexily to one side.

Precious was gyrating in front of a table of men. He was lifting his dress shirt and revealing quick glimpses of his panties. His clit swayed to and fro. You could have bounced a quarter off of his ass.

Sweet Pea was the center of attention of several Japanese businessman. He was dressed in his best school girl uniform. It was the Lolita style which was all the rage in Japan. Sweet Pea's pleated navy skirt was at least six or more inches above his knees. Certainly not regulation! His top was a white blouse which looked like a sailor's top. He had white knee socks and white sneakers.

All the men were offering him drinks and other things. He was sitting on one of the men's laps. The businessman's hand was up under Sweet Pea's short skirt. He was rubbing the back of the naughty school girl's cute Hello Kitty cotton panties.

Baby Doll was dancing on the opposite stage. He wearing his classic party dress and dancing with a pink teddy bear which was as tall as he was.

Baby hugged the bear to him and spun it around. When he twirled his three petticoats rose and flashed his pretty party panties. The men in the club whooped and hollered.

Around the teddy bear's waist was a leather harness and attached to the harness was a 12 inch pink dildo shaped like a cock. It was very realistic, complete with thick veins along the shaft and a set of nuts the size of billiard balls. The fake cock bounced and swayed as Sweet Pea danced.

Finally Baby Doll set the bear down on its back. Then he straddled it.

From where he was Pixie could see the sissy's ruffled satin panties from underneath the petticoats which were keeping his short dress almost straight out.

Baby Doll leaned down over the cock and kissed the tip. He looked at the audience and mouthed the words "Oh my goodness."

The crowd responded loudly.

"SUCK IT!" some men yelled.

"FUCK IT!" other shouted.

Baby smiled at them all. He gripped the cock and pumped it a few times. Even the teddy bear seemed to be smiling.

Men threw money onto the stage.

Baby Doll then leaned down and took the first four inches of the cock into his mouth. He bobbed up and down on it to raucous applause. Then he lifted his dress and petticoats and sat down onto the cock. It was under him now, the full length of it in his crack, pulling his sweet panties in with it.

Then like a cowboy riding a bull, Baby Doll began sliding back and forth on the cock, bucking his body on it, with one hand in the air. The crowd exploded. It was like being at a rock concert.

A man shouted something and threw a hundred dollar bill onto the stage. Baby Doll stood, slid down his wet panties and tossed them to the man. His little pink clit was shiny with excitement.

The man in a cowboy shirt and jeans took the ruffled panties, perfumed with sweet sissy scent, and shoved them into his face and breathed in deeply. Guys slapped him on the back.

Baby Doll skipped back to his bear friend and squatted over the erect phallus jutting from its midsection. Slowly he lowered himself onto it. His dress and petticoats fell and obstructed the view of what was happening.

All you had to do was look at Baby's face to know he was sitting down on the entire length of that pink cock. When he started bouncing up and down and squealing, more crumbled bills flew onto the stage.

Pixie continued swishing through the club.

Hands touched his legs. Fingers brushed against the front of his panties. Someone gave his ass another hard spank and a girlish squeal escaped his soft lips.

He saw Peaches and Precious behind the bar serving a throng of men. They were dressed in similar sequined hot pants and satin camisoles. They were putting on quite the show spinning bottles and tossing ice into metal cups.
To chants of "KISS!" they would stop mixing cocktails and kiss each other long and hard or slap each other on the butt.

Their tip jars were very full.

Pixie saw Queenie walking towards him. He was wearing tight short shorts and half of his big, bubble butt was hanging out. He also wore a tight t-shirt with the word BITCH on it. His big purple-pink nipples strained against the thin cotton.

Pixie and he gave each other high fives. Queenie winked, leaned in and pressed his luscious lips against Pixie's. It was just a quick welcome-to-the-club peck. The men around them cheered and screamed for them to do more than just kiss.

Queenie winked at Pixie and mouthed the word 'later.' The sissies broke their smooch and continued walking through the crowd in opposite directions.

Pixie walked towards a table of men. He thought he recognized one or two of them from the convenient store that morning he walked in to buy his daddy cigarettes. 


One of them looked like the older black man wearing the coveralls whom he'd brushed past. He wondered if the man would recognize him.

Pixie loved men, all types of men, but there was something about black men that made him all tingly inside. Maybe it was because he had lost to his sissy cherry to a black man. Maybe it was because during his training he'd been subjected to scenes of black cock fucking his mouth and boipussy.

Pixie craved black cock. The way it smelled and tasted, the way a black man's cock looked in his small white hands, the way it felt, always made his panties wet.

Pixie liked cock but he was addicted to black men and black cock now.

And now a black man was looking right at him with that look in his eyes. Pixie responded with a smile and by fluttering his lashes. Then he began walking towards the man and his friends, slowly, letting them study every inch of his body.

The burly men saw him coming towards them and immediately began slapping each other on the backs. They couldn't believe such a hot piece of sissy ass was coming to their table.

One of them said, "Come here little girl. We've got some candy for you."

Pixie batted his eyelashes at him and asked "Who me?"

"Yes you Sexy!"

Pixie was now inches away from them. He could smell beer, cologne and hard cock.

The big black man right in front of him patted his thigh.

He was maybe 6'5 and at least three hundred pounds. He had a goatee and was heavily tattooed. Pixie recognized his face immediately. He had been standing by the beer cooler at the convenient store. As Pixie stepped between the man and the door to the cooler, he found himself pressed into the man's body. It had only been for a second but it was long enough for his hand to brush against the front of the man's coveralls. He was hard as a rock. When their eyes met the man smiled as if to say, "All yours if you want it."

Now here they were, together again. It didn't matter if the man recognized Pixie as the sissy in the little velvet suit. All that mattered was the present.

Pixie took a step forward. The man grinned. Pixie smiled coyly and sat his bottom down onto the man's leg. He put a finger in his mouth and batted his eyelashes.

He was a natural sissy flirt.

He could smell the man's cologne. It was intoxicating.

"What's your name Cutie?" the man asked.

"Pixie," Pixie answered, tracing a painted fingernail in a circle on the man's shirt.

"What's your name?" Pixie asked, feeling like a kid sitting on Santa's lap.

"Daddy. Daddy Bear," the man said placing his hand on Pixie's thigh.

"Hi, Daddy Bear." the sissy said in his sweet girlish voice.

"Hi. Baby. Mmmmm...Pixie. I like that. It suits you. I like you, Pixie."

Pixie's hand dropped to the man's lap and then slid down in between his legs. He gave the fat cock under his hand a squeeze.

"I like you too," he whispered, "And I like what's in my hand."

One of the man's hands reached back around Pixie's waist. It rested on his bottom. Then it traced a line along one of the row of ruffles across the back of Pixie's panties. It stopped at the bow at the center of the waistband and then slipped down inside the back of those silky teasers. The sissy on his lap moaned.

Pixie could feel the heat coming off the man's cock.

"Is this for me, Daddy Bear?" he asked in his best little girl voice.

"You bet your sweet sissy ass it is, Sugar," the man said.

"Oh, my, it sure feels big. I hope I can take it all," Pixie said coyly.

"Only one way to find out," the man said.

Daddy Bear helped Pixie to his feet. Then taking his small hand in his, began leading the pretty boi towards the private room he'd paid for earlier. He breathed the sweet perfume his sissy was wearing.

Daddy Bear was hard as a rock. He pulled the boi closer to him. They were hip to hip now. His large hand was still around the boi's waist, resting just above the waistband of his sexy panties.

As he guided his plaything to their private room, his hand slipped lower. A finger rested at the top of the boi's crack. His fair white skin felt cool to his touch.

He was going to have to do something about that.

The two walked through a passage marked PRIVATE.

***************

From a booth along the far wall, Darryl Powers watched as his latest acquisition disappeared into the shadows with a man who'd paid good money for a good time.

Darryl had told the man to be patient because he had a new boi starting and the man was going to enjoy him very much. He even gave him a discount.

Darryl watched Pixie swish his bottom side to side. The look on his face said it all. It was the same expression he had when he was on his knees staring at his cock that first night. It was the same look of contentment the sissy had when his ankles were on his shoulders, feeling his first cock plunging into his boipussy.

Pixie looked like someone who had finally discovered who they were and what they were supposed to be doing. He looked like he'd finally found his purpose. Pixie looked happy and complete.

Darryl would always have a special place in his heart for Pixie. He hadn't been a thief or violent offender who needed to be taught a lesson. He'd been a lost boi who just needed help discovering who and what he was.

The big man's hand was now cupping one of Pixie's bouncy cheeks as they walked. Pixie's head was resting against the man's body as they slipped into the hallway leading to The Executive Sweet.

Darryl sipped his cognac and began to flip through the photos on his phone.

***************

Inside their private room Pixie was kneeling before Daddy Bear.

He'd been set down on the floor and was now looking up at the man whose face was covered in shadow.

The big man loomed over the sissy kneeling before him. He was so pretty, so sexy and he was his to do what he wanted with for the next 45 minutes.

Pixie got down on all fours as Daddy Bear sat down. He crawled in between his legs, seductively licking his lips as he did. His bottom was raised and swaying side to side. The back of his panties had pulled into his crack and he was showing more cheek now.

Daddy Bear liked that and rubbed the front of his pants. He loved white sissyboi ass. He couldn't wait until it was sat down on his cock.

Pixie positioned himself between the man's legs. Daddy Bear gave each of the boi's white cheeks a playful spank. Pixie squealed and mouthed the word 'ow.'

He reached back and rubbed his cheeks. He didn't bother to pull his panty wedgie out.

He pouted a little but he'd love it and wanted more. He looked into Daddy Bear's eyes and began unzipping his pants. The scent of black cock filled his nostrils and the crotch of his silky panties moistened.

His delicate fingers were wrapped around the thick shaft. Daddy Bear was leaking from the gaping slit at the top of his cock. Pixie leaned down and ran his tongue along the opening, like a kitten lapping cream from a bowl.

He gave the shaft a pump and another drop appeared. He lapped that one up too.

Then he wrapped his lips over the head and pushed forward. Pulling back slowly he dragged his mouth, wet with precum and spit, slowly over the first two inches. Daddy Bear approved and placed his hands on Pixie's head. He pushed down and another two inches slipped into the sissy's mouth and throat.

Pixie breathed stiffly through his nose. He began pumping his hand all the while bobbing up and down. He'd pull up, dragging his teeth up the shaft, until he was almost completely off and then he would dive back down. Back and forth, up and down, he worked Daddy Bear's cock like a pro.

Finally Daddy Bear could take no more and with a grunt he shot a thick load down Pixie's throat. Pixie didn't miss a drop. After the last of it had trickled down his throat, he pulled slowly off Daddy Bear's black beauty. He kissed the tip as it passed his lips. Then he licked his lips.

Daddy Bear told him to stand and turn his back to him. Pixie complied. He stood between Daddy Bear's legs facing the opposite direction. Then he bent slightly. He felt Daddy Bear begin to slide his panties down. He felt kisses on his left cheek. Then he felt kisses on his right cheek. Then he felt a tongue slide down between his two perfect globes and deeper into his crack.

Pixie reached back and spread his cheeks. Daddy Bear pressed forward and licked the boi's pink pucker, swirling his tongue over that sweet pink ring.

**********************

Darryl was studying photo after photo. They were of a college student who'd gotten rough with one of his girls at The Veep.

After shouting at her when she was performing, the jackass had been kicked out. He didn't take the hint and leave though. Instead he waited and followed the dancer back to her apartment. He approached her when she tried to get into her place, he grabbed her and ripped her blouse. He cursed at her and slapped her. Then he punched her and knocked out two of her teeth. He even slit two tires on her car.

He paid a small fine and walked away with no jail time. Darryl reviewed some files and went back to looking at photos of the punk.

The 20 year old was fair-skinned with shoulder length black hair. He was sporting a cheesy goatee trying to look older and cooler than he was.

He had pretty green eyes though and a pretty mouth. A very pretty mouth.

Darryl closed his phone and grinned.

"See you soon, Tommy Dugan," he said taking another sip of cognac.

*******************

Back in the Executive Sweet, Pixie was sitting on Daddy Bear's lap. His legs were wrapped around his thick waist.

Pixie's panties were somewhere. Nobody really cared at the moment though.

Daddy Bear's hands were on Pixie's ass, spreading his cheeks wide. His cock was buried to his balls in the sissy's well-stretched boipussy.

Pixie's head was back and his eyes were closed. He was bouncing furiously on the cock inside him. Daddy Bear spanked his ass. Pixie squealed "MORE!"

Daddy Bear was happy to oblige. He thrust upwards and slapped that bouncy ass a few more times.

Pixie begged the man to fuck him long and hard. Daddy Bear wasn't sure how much longer he'd last but he could definitely guarantee the 'hard' part.

*******************

EPILOGUE: Six months later

Pixie was headed to the main stage of The Pink Boy.

He exuded sissy confidence. There were no longer any butterflies, save the tiny pink one tattooed on his right hip.

The tattoos were something new Darryl was doing to mark his sissies.

Pixie was dressed in pink denim short-shorts, a pink cowboy hat, a white leather vest and pink cowboy boots.

His full round bottom stretched his already tight shorts to their limit. His smooth cheeks showed a little from beneath the fringe.

It seemed a million years ago when Mr. Powers had dropped him off with Miss Fran to begin his transformation. Miss Fran had taken his bottom in her hands and commented she wanted it bouncier. Mr. Powers had concurred.

Pixie's bottom was definitely bouncier now which is a good thing because as the songs says, "Boys they like a little more booty to hold at night."

Pixie's waist has narrowed and his chest had filled out. Pixie was no longer flat-chested and his open vest allowed glimpses of his jiggling boobs.

His bellybutton had a sequined jewel in it. It had been a gift from an admirer. Pixie had many admirers.

When Pixie swished onto the stage riding an over-sized version of a child's hobby horse the men in the audience went crazy. He entered to Big and Rich's Save A Horse - Ride A Cowboy.

Pixie gripped the wooden pole he was sitting on and slid back and forth on it. He ground his bottom along the length of it, flirting with the crowd.

He licked his pouty lips and batted his thick lashes.

Pixie took off his hat and tossed it to a table of men who were at The Pink Boy celebrating a friend's birthday. The men cheered and hooted. One of the men put the pink Stetson on his head. Pixie was putting on an amazing show and the stage was littered with crumpled bills of all denominations.

Across the dance floor, Queenie and Bitsy were tending bar.

Bitsy was wearing a short, pleated cheerleader's skirt and a tight jersey-style tank. His skirt was short and his baby blue panties were visible. Across the back of his cotton panties, in white block letters, was the word SPANKABLE. He also wore white bobby socks and sneakers. His hair was in two stubby pigtails.

Queenie was wearing bright yellow hot pants and a neon green camisole. He was also wearing green go-go boots with a four inch heel. Totally impracticable to work behind a bar but they looked amazing. They also made the statuesque sissy's butt push out and that's never a bad thing.

Pixie walked out onto one of the catwalks towards the 'birthday boy.'

He got down and started crawling on all fours. His sexy bottom was raised, swaying from side to side. He was a wild animal now stalking its prey.

When he got to the edge, right before the row of bright lights which served as a barrier between performer and audience, several men threw more money at him.

Pixie rolled onto his back, tossed the bills into the air and let them fall over him. The crowd went wild. Then he stood. Taking slow, deliberate steps, one foot in front of the other, his bubble butt swaying sexily to the right and then the left Pixie descended the stairs.

He was now in the middle of a crowd of horny men. He could smell their engorged cocks. He knew he was the reason they were all hard. He strutted confidently towards a table of men to his right.

A handsome black man waved him over. There was a $50 bill in his hand. There was also a considerable lump in the front of his tight slacks. Pixie could see the outline of the man's cock. It went halfway down his muscular leg.

Pixie quickened his pace and found himself standing in front of the man with the $50 and big black cock. The man widened his stance and Pixie stepped between his legs. The man put his powerful hands on Pixie's hips and pulled him another inch closer.

There it was! The wonderful aroma of musky cologne and hard cock.

Pixie grinned at the man and slowly moved to the music they were creating with their eyes. He grated his hips slowly. Then he turned and bent slightly keeping the same distance between them.

The man gave each cheek a spank.

Pixie loved to be spanked. He loved to be spanked by black men. He loved to lay across their laps and feel his panties being pulled down. He loved that second or two right before the first blow. He loved the anticipation. He loved feeling fingers slide into the waistband of his panties and slowly slide them down. Being exposed like that, being that vulnerable, especially on the lap of a black man, made him wet his panties every time.

Pixie turned back around to face the man and began to strip down.

He unsnapped his shorts, one snap at a time. He let his pink nail circle the snap before he slid it through the eyelet. His eyes never left the man just inches away from him.

Finally he began sliding down his short shorts inch by inch until they were around his ankles. He stepped out of them and somebody picked them up.

He took his cowboy hat back. As he began taking off his vest, he slid the pink stetson over his chest and covered his small boobs.

We was going to allow only peeks his bouncy titties. Only a glimpse, only a taste, for Pixie was a master sissy tease now.

He put his hat back on, straightened it and stood there in just panties and his pink cowboy boots. The man reached out and cupped Pixie's breasts in his hands. He squeezed gently and the sissy purred.

Pixie leaned forward and the birthday boy kissed each of his gumdrop nipples. Pixie allowed several kisses and a gentle suck on each hard nipple. Then he smiled and turned his back to the man again and bent slightly.

His pink and white gingham bikini panties stretched across his two cheeks sublimely. There was a ruffled edging on the leg openings and the birthday boy ran his fingers along the lace. A finger slipped into Pixie's panties and slid along his crack. He bent more and the man's finger slipped deeper, barely brushing against his pink pucker.

Pixie turned back around. His bulge looked so sweet encased in pink and white. The front of his panties was damp. Then he sat down on the man's lap. He wrapped his legs around the man's waist. He took his head in his delicate hands and gave him a long, passionate Happy Birthday kiss.

He ground his bottom down onto the bulge in the front of the man's pants. Pixie leaned over and whispered something to the man. The man whispered something back. He squeezed the sissy's butt and then spanked it.

Then the handsome black man stood, picking up his party favor effortlessly. Pixie felt the man's hands under his ass and wrapped his smooth legs around the man's waist. He laid his head on the man's broad chest and allowed himself to be carried like that, like a child, to the entrance to The Executive Sweet.

As they passed the other men at the table each swatted Pixie's exposed bottom which was slowly turning different shades of pink.

******************

Standing near by, watching intently, was the new boi, Darryl's latest addition to his stable of pretty sissies.

He was standing off to the right of the club, trying to make himself invisible in the large crowd. He was excited but he wasn't sure if he was ready. As much as he wanted the handsome men around him to take notice and spoil him and fuck him, his enthusiasm and courage at the moment were waning.

Then he and Pixie locked eyes. It was just for a second but everything that needed to be said was communicated in their pretty eyes.

"You got this, Sis," Pixie seemed to say. Then he winked.

"Thanks Sis. I'll tell you all about later in bed," the novice sissy replied with a flutter of his beautiful lashes and a wink.

Then Pixie and Birthday Boy disappeared past the velvet curtain.

Pixie had taken the new boi under his wing. The two did everything together. They would giggle like girls when experimenting with makeup and trying on the many costumes hanging on racks on the third floor.

Pixie was the one who had shown him the proper method for washing their delicate, pretty underthings. Even though all the others were very helpful, Pixie was the one who'd made him welcomed and loved.

He loved Pixie.

They bathed together and Pixie was teaching the novice the latest dance moves and the fine art of being a sissy striptease seductress.

Secretly at night, the two sissies cuddled together in bed. They would kiss and whisper the things sissies whisper to one another as they fondled their plump bottoms. Their erect nipples would touch as they leaned in to kiss. As their bodies melted into one another, they would slide their delicate hands into the front of each other's panties. Then they would rub each other to orgasm, stifling their moans and screams of ecstasy.
Now that it mattered. Nobody cared. There was usually some naughty play going on from more than one pair of sissy sisters. Bedtime usually meant playtime. Sometimes four or five of the girls would cuddle together.

The new boi's name was Pumpkin.

Pumpkin had pretty green eyes and a pretty mouth.

A very pretty mouth.

****************

Pixie was lying across Birthday Boy's lap.

His panties were down to his knees. The man was resting his strong black hand on the sissy's bottom, feeling the heat from it, feeling it quivering. He knew he could get it warmer. He knew he could make it quiver even more.

Pixie could feel the black cock under him. He could smell it. He licked his lips. He couldn't wait to feel it sliding past his lips into his throat.

Then the first spank hit his round bottom and he saw fireworks.

****************

Pumpkin was now standing between the legs of man seated on a stool at the bar. The heavyset man's right hand was inside the unzipped front of Pumpkin's red PVC romper which was pulled up so high into the boi's crack his two perfectly round cheeks were exposed. He was holding him tightly. He'd claimed Pumpkin and wouldn't let any other man have a taste. Not til he was done with him, that is.

Pumpkin could feel the man's breath on the back of his neck. He could also feel the sizable erection between the man's legs. His mind was elsewhere for a moment.

Pumpkin had studied everything Pixie had done on and off stage. He watched him work the crowd into a frenzy. He saw his sissy sister strut confidently to the table of men who seemed to be celebrating a birthday. He watched Pixie give the birthday boy a sensuous lap dance and then be carried off to The Executive Sweet.

He wanted to be carried away like that. He wanted to be on stage hearing the men cheer for him, desire him. He wanted to be able to whip them into sexual mania like Pixie did every night.

He wanted a room full of cock standing at attention because he was dancing and stripping. He really didn't have a lot to worry about though. Pumpkin was stunning.

His raven black hair was styled in a classic bob and his straight bangs framed his pretty face perfectly. His pouty lips were painted a bright red.

Pumpkin's belly was flat. His slender waist narrowed and then flared out. He had the ass of a 16 year old cheerleader. It was round and bouncy and perfect. Pumpkin loved his ass and loved the attention the men surrounding him were paying it.

Pumpkin was sipping on the overly sweet frou-frou drink the man had bought him. His pretty lips were wrapped around just the tip of a long pink straw, sucking slowly, hinting to the man things he could do to, and, for him.

"How's your drink, Baby?" the man asked.

"It's yummy," Pumpkin replied in his soft girly voice.

"You sissy bois like those sweet drinks, don't ya?"

"I also like salty liquids running down my throat, Mister," Pumpkin said naughtily.

Mister's cock rose another inch.

The man's hand was squeezed under Pumpkin's tight latex romper. Two fingers were pinching Pumpkin's left nipple. Pumpkin was flat-chested but his nipples were very pronounced and sensitive. They stood out like two pink erasers. He moaned a little every time the man pinched them.

"I think I can oblige that craving, Sexy," he said.

Pumpkin could feel the big man's erection pressing against his bottom. As he sipped and sucked his sweet strawberry drink, he pushed his bottom back onto it, grinding against it. He couldn't wait for it to be inside him, fucking him.

"Call me Daddy D," the man said.

Daddy D's hands had slipped from the inside of the pretty boi's romper and were now cupping each of his white globes.

"Yes, Daddy D. Whatever you say," Pumpkin said grinding his ass onto new daddy's hands.

Daddy D smiled because he knew Pumpkin's ass was going to taste just like cherry pie.

The man whispered something into Pumpkin's ear and then tenderly kissed the sissy's slender neck. Then he spanked one of those perfect cheeks. Pumpkin squealed and set his drink onto the bar.

He turned to see Daddy D smiling at him. He had that look in his eyes. It was time. Their foreplay was over.

Pumpkin smiled back and licked his lips.

Daddy D took his hand, stood and led him towards the velvet curtain which led to the hall which led to The Executive Sweet.

Pumpkin's bikini panties were damp. His bottom was tingling and his heart was racing. The smell of sex filled his nostrils.

It was going to be a long night.

THE END
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