Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2007 09:05:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Victoria <missvictoria6969@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sweet Sissy Summer 2

I slept so well in Marcie's bed...Oops, I mean MY bed!  Sleeping in a short
yellow silk nightie and being surrounded by satin sheets was almost too
much for me to bear!  I did stroke my sweet little clitty last night before
drifting off to dreamland!  I had the most amazing orgasm as the satin
surrounded me in a velvety cocoon.  Thank goodness there was a box of
Kleenex on the nightstand to catch my little spurts and to wipe up the
mess.

I was awakened by Mom, leaning over me and shaking me awake.  Her robe was
falling open, and her large soft breasts practically popped out right in my
face.  What a way to wake up!

"Erin!  It's time to get up sleepyhead...we have a busy day planned!"

"I sat up in bed and yawned, ignoring the way my hard little clit made a
tent in the bedclothes, but Mom noticed.  She reached under the covers and
ran her hands over my little erection, grabbing it in a handful of silk.

"Geez, Mom!"

"It's Mommy, from now on, dear!  Little girls call their mothers Mommy, and
so will you!  Since you're such a little sissy I think that's more
appropriate."

Mommy continued to grope my little clit and I moaned.

"Pull back those covers and stroke your little clitty for me, darling!  We
can't have our little girl walking around with that annoying thing sticking
out everywhere.  A few strokes and you will spurt away those annoying male
spermies deep inside you...I want you smooth and soft and pretty, and not
remotely male.  Do it now!"

I sighed and pulled back the covers and lifted my sweet little nightie to
reveal my smoothness.  Since Mommy had made me rid myself of body hair my
clit looked even smaller and more juvenile than before.  Somehow that
excited me, but to be honest at this age practically everything excited me!
I stroked my clit, going faster and faster as she watched me.

"That's it, sweetie.  Think about panties and bras.  Think about how pretty
your smooth legs look when you roll a pair of silky sheer stockings up your
pretty legs....think about a man's hands caressing your legs and ever so
slowly feeling their way up under your skirt and closer and closer to your
secret, that secret you have hiding in your silky panties..."

I became short of breath and started to shake.

Catch it all, darling.  Don't miss a drop and make a mess of things!  Catch
it in your hand!"  I managed to catch the hot sticky release in the palm of
my hand, although a few stray shots did land here and there.  A few in fact
landed on my cheek.  Mommy smiled at me.

"Now be a good girl and lick your hand clean!"

I looked up at Mommy.  Surely she must be joking!  The stern look on her
face told me otherwise.  She watched me intently as I brought my hand up to
my mouth and I tentatively licked my sperm.  I had never tasted it before
and wasn't sure what to expect.  It wasn't bad, really warm and kind of
gooey.  There was an awful lot of it, and as I ate it and licked my hand
clean I wondered if all boy's sperm tasted the same. Hmmm.

"Good Girl!  You must never waste cum!  From now on you will eat every load
that you produce.  Perhaps that thought will restrain you from jerking off
so much!  Oh yes, I am well aware of the frequency of your masturbation!  I
have found your little tracks all over my stockings and lingerie when I
have done the laundry, and your sheets have been regularly soiled."

"Now that you've had your little fun I want you to shower and dress for the
day.  I have laid out an outfit for you to wear in my room.  Clean yourself
thoroughly, make your hair look as pretty as possible and come down for
breakfast dressed and ready for the day!"

I took a nice long shower and applied baby powder to my skin.  I love the
way it smells, and I've been using it for a long time.  I guess normal boys
don't do things like that.

Freshly powdered and with my towel properly tucked I went into Mommy's big
bedroom to see what I was to wear.  There, on her bed was a pretty pair of
lavender silk panties.  I already knew from dressing up in Marcie's things
how nice they felt - they were one of my favorite pairs!  I slipped them
on, luxuriating in the way they felt against my smooth skin.  The next
thing I put on were white tights over them.  My legs felt so pretty!  I was
loving being a girl.

There was no bra, just a pale pink camisole with lace around the top and a
little appliquéd rose where the neckline dipped between the breasts.  I
slipped on the camisole, and the feeling of the silk rubbing against my
nipples was such a turn on!  I could feel my little clit starting to harden
again, but the pressure of the tights over my panties did a good job of
restricting things.  There hanging on the closet door was a blouse and a
pair of shorts.

The blouse was so pretty!  I was a sheer white silky fabric, and had white
pearl buttons and puffy sleeves.  I put it on and looked in the mirror.
You could see my camisole through it!  The shorts were very shiny and gold
in color.  I slipped them on, making sure the pretty blouse was tucked
inside them neatly, and found they were tight about the waist and flared
out some.  They were pleated and were rather short, showing a great deal of
leg.

There on the floor was a pair of white strap sandals, and I slipped them on
and buckled them in place.  They had a rather short heel and were very
feminine.

I sat down at Mommy's dressing room table and tried my best to make my near
shoulder length blonde hair look girlish.  I found with a bit of hairspray
on the brush I was able to style it better.  I did the best I could and
then stood before the mirror.

My reflection was that of a very boyish girl, rather plain with no makeup.
The outfit I was wearing just screamed femininity, and I realized how
feminine my body truly was.  My chest had some puffiness, my hips were
full, and I must say that my legs were really amazing!  I carefully walked
down the stairs and into the kitchen, not wanting to trip in the sandals.

"Oh, you look very sweet, honey!  The perfect outfit for doing some
shopping!"

"Shopping, Mommy?  I can't go out in public like this!"

"Oh yes, you will my pretty miss!  We're going to Hudson's department
store."

I started to cry.  What is someone saw me like this?  Someone from school
or the neighborhood?  I was a freak!

"Why are you crying, Erin?  You want to be a girl, don't you?  You've
wanted this all along.  You look very pretty, and you should be proud of
your appearance."

"But, Mommy...I look like...like a ...."

"A sissy?  Yes Darling, I know.  That's what you are.  But today we will be
getting you some proper makeup and helping you to feel more comfortable
with yourself as a girl.  No pain, no gain...isn't that what real men say?"

"Well, yes I suppose"

"Now stop your pouting and put on a happy face!  We're going to have fun
today!  While you eat your breakfast I'll go and get ready.  There's a pill
near your plate.  From now on you will have one per day, until we have a
chance to talk to a medical professional."

"What is it, Mommy?"

"A vitamin, honey.  To make young ladies like yourself grow pretty and
strong!  Take it now, with your juice!"

"That's a good girl!  Now make sure you don't get your pretty clothes all
messy until we leave."

I was so nervous going out to the garage, hoping no one would see me!
Unfortunately our neighbor, Mr. Monroe, was out getting his morning paper
from his walk and he saw the both of us.

"Good morning Mr. Monroe!  Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Indeed Mrs.Gertz!"

I rushed to get in the car as he watched us puzzled.  Mr. Monroe was such a
big, strong man!  I could see his muscles barely contained by his bathrobe.
I noticed how big and powerful his black hands looked as he grabbed his
paper, and as he bent over I could see his manly chest.  I quickly looked
away, but he saw me looking at him.

Mommy backed out of the drive, the old Buick gracefully entered the street
and we were on our way.  All I could think about was how embarrassed I was.
Thank goodness Hudson's department store was clear across town.  Hopefully
no one would see me!

For some reason Mommy decided to park at the far end of the lot at the
department store, despite the fact there were closer spots.  I sighed,
knowing I would have a long way to walk to get inside the store.

"Come along, pretty one.  We have much to do!"

"But Mommy, I'm afraid."

"Don't be silly.  You look like a tomboy, out with her mother.  You look
more feminine that you know - you always have.  Just walk into the store
with confidence, sweetie."

I tired my best.  I could feel the cool breeze running past my white
stockinged legs and up the legs of my satiny shorts and I must admit it was
thrilling.  It may have just been my nervousness, but I did feel a few
people staring at me.  Several mature women took notice of me, and one man
in particular seemed to be undressing me with his eyes.

We entered the store and I kept very close to Mommy.  She told me to follow
her and we were soon among the makeup and perfume counters.  There were
beautiful women in white cotton smocks milling about, spritzing passersby
with sweet smelling perfume, and some were helping ladies with their makeup
selections.  Mommy led me to the Clinique counter, and a mature lady with
stiff red hair and a pair of rhinestone glasses.  She looked over the
glasses as she saw Mommy and I approach the stools before her counter.  It
was Mommy who first spoke.

"Ah, Margaret I' so happy you're working today.  I have a little project
for you."

Margaret studied me, and it felt like she was looking right through me.  It
was obvious she knew my mother.  I looked down in embarrassment.

"Who's our pretty little friend, Ann?"

"Well I know I can count on your discretion, and your magic at bringing out
the beautiful girl in us all.  Truth be told, this is my young son, Erin."

Margaret raised her eyebrows and I looked up at her face.  Our eyes met.

"How may I help you today, Ann?"

"Well, Erin has decided to fulfill his dreams and be my daughter for the
summer.  As you can see he...I mean she...giggle... is already quite
feminine, and has lovely features.  I need makeup to compliment his...I
mean her...pretty skin and help make her beautiful.  Can you help us?"

"Of course I can, Ann.  That's what I'm here for...it's all about bringing
out the beauty in a girl.  Hop up here, sweetie and let's have a look at
you!"

"I just love her little outfit, Ann!  It's so girly!"

"Well that's what Erin loves!  He's been in my things, and those of his
sister almost as much as we are!  I've found he's never pilfered with
cotton, only silks and satins like a true sissy would.  You've no idea of
the disappointment I've felt, realizing my son is not interested in sports
or manly things, and that he watches soap operas and reads my girly
magazines.  I have continually found him dressed up and playing with my
makeup, trying to bring out the girl inside him.  I've decided to do what
must be done!"

"I see!  Well Erin, you certainly have pretty features!  Such smooth skin,
barely a hint of acne, thank goodness!  We'll want a nice astringent for
you to use daily to keep it that way!  Well, let's start with liquid
makeup."

Margaret reached under the counter and pulled out a few bottles.

"Let's try a few shades on her to get the right tone.  Let's see...this one
is a bit dark."

Margaret tried three or four until she found the proper makeup color for my
fair skin.

"I assume you want me to teach our little princess how to apply her makeup
as well?"

"Please do, Margaret.  I brought her to you because I know you are the
best!  Would you mind if I did a little shopping, and left my little
princess here with you to work your magic?"

"Not at all Ann, but what exactly is the look you are trying to achieve?"

"Well I want Erin to be a very pretty little sissy.  And her makeup should
be subtle, yet pretty and obviously girlish.  I trust your judgment!  Now
Erin give Mommy a peck on the cheek and be a good girl for Margaret here.
Do as she says, and pay attention!  I'm off to find you some frilly dresses
and things!"

I gave Mommy a peck, and was nervous at being alone with this makeup lady.
I felt so vulnerable dressed in such a sissified manner, but to be honest I
was so excited I could barely contain myself.  I hoped this lady would make
me beautiful, and that people would ignore me when I walked by them.  I
wanted to fit in!

Margaret expressed her concern at first.

"Erin, is this what you truly want?  To be feminized?"

"Yes, Maam.  I've always felt like a girl inside."

"Very well.  Let's make you pretty!"

Margaret applied the liquid makeup to my face, being careful to apply it
smoothly.  I watched in the round mirror on the counter as it smoothed out
my skin and made it a uniform color.

'Now for some pretty pink blush to give you a youthful glow!  We really
don't need much as you're very pretty and glowing already!"

I blushed and saw what she meant.

Margaret applied some pink blush to my cheeks and then expertly used a soft
brush to blend the blush into my makeup.

"You're very lucky, to have such an understanding mother!"

"Yes, I know, Maam!"

"Does this make your cock hard, sweetie?  What color are the panties you
are hiding it in?'

"Ummm, yes it's hard.  I hope it doesn't show.  They're lavender."

"Oh what a sweet color, and no, I don't think anyone will notice.  I'm sure
it's rather small anyway, since you obviously have more than your share of
female hormones in your young body.  I do believe I even see some breast
development...or are you wearing falsies?  Don't squirm so, sissy!"

I couldn't help it!  I was excited, I was ashamed.  I was sitting on a high
stool at a department store in frilly, feminine clothes and having makeup
applied by a total stranger!

"No Maam.  I'm not wearing falsies."

"Well perhaps you're more girl than boy.  Nature can be funny sometimes!
I've helped other boys like you, sissy boys!"

Margaret then pulled out some plastic cases with eye shadow in them.  She
showed me the different hues, and decided that I had a "summer face" with
my pale skin tones, blue eyes and roundness.  As such it was best for me to
select eye shadow in hues of pinks and purples.  She applied a very pale
lilac color to my entire lid, and then a light purple to the outside of the
lids and just under the eyelid.  She then selected face powder for me, and
with a big soft puff she applied it to my face.  Her lesson in applying
mascara seemed scariest of all.  She deftly applied it to my lashes,
showing me how to do it myself.

"Such long lashes would be wasted on a boy!"

Margaret then used a lipstick pencil on my lips, drawing in the outline for
lipstick.  She showed me how to fashion my lips with a pretty little dip
right at the center, and to fill them in with lipstick.  She selected am
amethyst colored lipstick to compliment my eyes, and it felt amazing on my
lips!  She even applied some lip gloss to them to make them even more
shiny!

"Voila!  Who's a pretty girl?"

I clapped with glee!

"I am! I am!"

We both laughed and admired her handiwork!  Margaret had expertly selected
makeup to make me look ever so pretty!  And her instruction was invaluable!
I couldn't wait to try this on my own!

Gone was the plain, boyish face that I walked into the store with!  Several
other makeup girls came by to see what the excitement was about, and told
me I looked beautiful!  I felt so pretty, and confident!

Mommy walked up just as we were finished.  She had some bags with her,
hangers really, covered with plastic bearing the Hudson's logo.

"My heavens!  What a pretty girl!  Margaret you are a genius!  Did you have
any trouble with her?"

"Not at all, Ann.  She was a perfect delight.  So feminine, so compliant!
I suspect you will both have a very exciting summer!  Or perhaps longer..as
mother and daughter!"

"Well, we'll see!"

Mommy settled up with Margaret and gave her a nice tip.  She bought a great
deal of the makeup and things Margaret had used to transform me.  Shoppers
went by, barely noticing me.  A man in his early twenties went by and did a
double take though.  He was very handsome and fit, and I saw him look into
my eyes and lick his lips at my appearance.  I looked down in
embarrassment.

"Come along, Erin!  We have to go to the lingerie department for a fitting!
It's time you had a properly fitting brassiere and many other niceties.
Don't dawdle!"