Date: Fri, 5 Sep 2008 02:35:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fred Gingerman <gingerfred2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Fine Day -- transgender

One Fine Day
by Gingerfred Man

   Chapter One -- Anticipation

   Tommy Wilson was so excited he could hardly control his sphincters. It
was the Saturday that Daddy had promised to he would take Tommy to the
dreamiest place on the planet -- the Sissyboy World store in his hometown.

   Tommy had read every word ever written on the Internet and in Sissy Beat
magazine (a magazine just for teen sissies) about that wonderful place, but
he never dreamed that he would be able to have his dreams come true there.

   The first Sissyboy World store was opened in Fromage, Wisconsin only
five years earlier by a man whose name is revered by sissyboys in America
and around the world (as well as by the men who adore those sweet, little
creampuffs). Nick Nickerson, founder and publisher of "Panty Boy" magazine,
knew that his groundbreaking publication, with its striking pictorials of
gorgeous, 18-to-20-year-old pantyboys in lingerie, both alone and "with"
men, was a "comfort" to more than ten million American men. Twice each
month on publication (and 30 or 40 times after), a man would lovingly open
each issue's pages and relieve his tensions. Nickerson knew that nancyboys
worldwide had celebrated new freedoms as "Panty Boy" brought their
sexuality into the mainstream and made men practice their natural affinity
for sweet sissies a bit more openly. But, philanthropist and humanist that
he was, Nickerson knew that the legions of sweet, little, teenie creampuffs
were an "underserved" market, so in 2007, he opened the first of what
bloomed into 95 Sissyboy World stores.

   Sissyboy World was an overnight, huge success. Sweet young boys were
able to live their dreams during their visits to Sissyboy World. And they
usually left the store resolved to live their dreams in the world we all
inhabit.

   All sissyboy visits were, of course, parentally supervised, usually by
the sissyboy's loving Daddy. Nickerson made sure that the legal I's and T's
were dotted and crossed, since the little sweeties were all under 18. How
much under was up to each boy's Daddy.

   Tommy had read everything about the activities and products at Sissyboy
World, so he was well-prepared to make the most of his day. Tommy loved his
Daddy VERY much, but he was in complete adoration of him since Daddy said
they could go to the wonderful sissy store.

   Daddy knew Tommy was a sissboy, of course. Goodness, everyone knew
that. Even those mean boys in school who teased him all the time, then
tried to get him alone so they could kiss him and rub his bottom with their
rough hands.

   Tommy's Mom had been very supportive of Tommy's sissiness. Since Tommy
was about ten years old, she had helped him dress up in sweet, little-girl
clothes. She showed him how to wear make-up and polish his nails. Mom even
taught Tommy how to walk in high heels.

   Now that Tommy was 13, it had become more and more difficult for the
sweet boy to hide his true nature. Worse, Tommy was starting to have funny
feelings. Sex feelings. Feelings that made his popsy stiff and drippy when
he saw certain men and boys.

   At Tommy's 13th birthday party, Daddy gave Tommy the greatest present of
all. Daddy sat Tommy on his lap and reassured him that he understood
Tommy's needs, was fine with them and would help him become who he wanted
to be, starting with a visit to Sissyboy World the following Saturday.

   Daddy was so wonderful to Tommy. Tommy gave Daddy a big hug and a sweet
kiss, right on Daddy's lips. Tommy and Daddy both blushed when that
happened and Tommy's popsy got so stiff and sore that he almost experienced
one of those "accidents" he had sometimes when he was asleep and his tummy
stirred. He would wake up with a wet, sticky stomach and a wonderful
feeling in his little balls. He knew he hadn't peed himself. It was
something else. Something nice.

   It had happened to him other times too. Like that time Ralph Higgins,
the worst bully in Tommy's class, had Tommy alone and put his arms around
him. Ralph called Tommy "Honey" and kissed him right on the lips and
everything. Tommy didn't like it, but he made a sticky mess when Ralph
reached into the front of Tommy's pants and rubbed Tommy's peeny while he
insisted his kisses on him. When Tommy started crying, Ralph got scared and
left.

   So much to think about and worry about.

   But not then. Tommy was only thinking about his wonderful day with Daddy
on Saturday at Sissyboy World.



   Chapter Two -- Sissy's Welcome

   Henry Moore loved his work. It had cost him his marriage, but what did
he care? His wife couldn't accept the idea that Henry should leave his
six-figure job to become a "greeter" at Sissyboy World for ten dollars an
hour. Plus considerations.

   The considerations were so fantastic that Henry would have done the job
for free, but please don't tell, his boss that.

   Forty-eight-year-old Henry "processed" young sissyboys new to Sissyboy
World. He asked them questions, filled out some forms, performed some
"tests" and helped orient then to the kinds of services available to them
at the sissy mecca.

   Henry already knew it would be a good day that Saturday as the doors
opened at 9 a.m. The first two people in line were Tommy Wilson and his
nice, handsome Daddy. Oh, yes. It would be a good day.

   As the senior "greeter" of the seven on duty that day, Henry had his
pick of the first-timers. He saw in Tommy what he knew to be the perfect
combination. Tommy was sweet, pretty and oh-so-innocent. And he was still
wearing boys' clothes, a well-known requirement for first timers. The
little dolls in the "regulars" line were all in their sissy frillies, with
stockings and heels and miniskirts, or party dresses with petticoats and
Mary Janes. They were all hanging onto the arms of their Daddies or,
perhaps, someone else's Daddy.

   The new sissies that day were a cute bunch. They always were. But Henry
spotted Tommy as a special sweetheart.

   Tommy was almost peeing his panties with anticipation. As they were
directed when Daddy made the reservation, Tommy was wearing boy clothes,
except for pink, cotton panties and frilly, white, anklet socks.

   Tommy knew that he would be losing his boy clothes soon, and he couldn't
wait. He just knew he would look like a princess in the wonderful outfit
Daddy had reserved for him. They picked it out together from the Internet
catalog as Tommy sat on Daddy's lap, hugging and kissing Daddy with
excitement.

   Henry let Tommy and Mr. Wilson in as the door opened. Other greeters
maintained order as Henry led the Wilsons to a screening room.

   It was a comfortably furnished office with just three chairs and no
desk. They all took a seat and Henry began.

   "It's wonderful to bring you nice people into the Sissyboy World
family," he said. "I'll just get your credit card particulars and some
basic information and then we can begin your wonderful day."

   That all took about five minutes. Henry noticed that Tommy was a wiggler
in his seat. That was a good sign.

   Henry said, "I think that will get us started." Then he got up and
pushed a button on the wall. "I just summoned Donna, Mr. Wilson. She'll be
your guide while Tommy's getting dressed up like the sweet, little,
feminine angel he is. We'll reunite you in about two hours, then you can
spend the rest of the day together."

   Tommy was OK with that, but Mr. Wilson was a little reluctant to leave
Tommy. Until he saw Donna.

   Donna's entrance was like a blinding flash of light. She was a late
teen, insanely, totally gorgeous, and she dripped sex. Donna's long,
straight, brunette hair framed a face that would enflame the celibate. Her
legs were shapely marvels, long and encased in silky, black stockings and
enhanced by five-inch, pencil-heeled mules. Her smile was nuclear.

   All she said was, "This way, please, Mr. Wilson," Tommy's Daddy
followed. Who could blame the overmatched man? He did manage to say, "I'll
see you later, Honey," to Tommy as Daddy followed the trail of pheromones.

   And Tommy was alone with Henry.

   Henry could see that Tommy was feeling a bit abandoned by his Daddy's
departure. And maybe a little jealous about that Donna and his Daddy. So
Henry tried to make him feel at ease. "Everyone here wants to make you
happy, Sweetheart, especially me. Now I need to ask you things and test
things that I couldn't have asked you in front of your Daddy and then we'll
get you dressed, OK?"

   Tommy nodded.

   "All right, Honey. Would you like to sit on my lap while I ask you
things?"

   Tommy thought about it a moment and nodded. Henry was a nice man and he
worked for Sissyboy World. He had to be all right.

   "That's lovely, Sweetheart," Henry said. "Now just strip to your pink
panties and white frilly socks for me, won't you?"

   That worried Tommy just a little. Henry was used to that reaction,
though, and said, "You did wear them, didn't you? That was a requirement. I
suppose I can find some for you..."

   Suddenly, Tommy became eager to undress. To prove he had followed
instructions.

   Henry adored watching him disrobe. Tommy was an angel fallen to
earth. His pink, girlish body would fill a pretty dress to perfection. His
little, panty-covered bottom would be a favorite for many boys and men for
years to come. And, thank goodness, his little peener was stiff and poking
his panties. Tommy liked being half naked in front of a man.

   Tommy blushed all over when he saw the way Henry was looking at
him. Though he knew he was beautiful, Tommy had never let a man, even
Daddy, see this much of him. He was a little embarrassed that his stiffie
wouldn't go down. But what could he do? The thing had a mind of its
own. And it was so exciting to make a man get a stiffie like that obvious
one in Henry's pants.

   Tommy hesitated just a moment, then sat in Mr. Moore's lap.

   Henry sighed with pleasure. He breathed in Tommy's angelic perfume. They
all wear perfume, he thought idly. And they're all stiff and drippy in a
man's arms.

   "I'm going to ask you some really personal questions, and you're going
to be 100% honest with me, OK, Tommy?"

   Tommy nodded and shuddered a little. It was very exciting already.

   "First, do you have a girl name?" Henry rubbed the backs of the fingers
of his right hand against Tommy's tummy as he said that.

   Tommy shivered a little under the nice man's touch. "Yes, Mr. Moore."

   Henry ran his fingertips along the top of Tommy's right thigh as he
asked, "What is it, Babydoll?"

   Tommy gasped. "Mary Elizabeth." The poor little cherub was very excited.

   "Does anyone know that name?" Henry asked as he ran his fingers along
the inside of Tommy's left thigh.

   Tommy quivered, "No one knows. But you can call me that if you like."

   Henry was already having a good day. "OK, Mary Elizabeth. Thank you so
much. Has a boy or a man ever kissed you?" He kept rubbing Mary Elizabeth's
thigh.

   Mary Elizabeth blushed. He didn't want to answer, but he did. "A bad boy
at school. I didn't want him to. He forced me."

   That made Henry angry. No one should force this angel to do anything. He
asked, "May I kiss you, Mary Elizabeth?" He rubbed Mary Elizabeth's back,
just above his panties.

   Mary Elizabeth whimpered with desire. "OK," he said. "But don't hurt
me."

   "Oh, my Darling. I could never hurt you. I want to kiss you very
much. Thank you for letting me."

   Then, very softly, Henry touched his lips to Mary Elizabeth's.

   Wow!

   Mary Elizabeth saw stars.

   So did Henry.

   Mary Elizabeth's first real kiss. Not a forced one from a mean bully. It
was so wonderful.

   Mary Elizabeth kissed the nice man a second time and even gave him a
little tongue, just as they did in those naughty stories he wasn't supposed
to read, but did anyway. That made it extra nice.

   Henry was in paradise. This beautiful doll was surrendering to him
completely. Henry had definite limits on how far he would go on the sweet
baby's first visit. Limits that he had to observe or be fired -- a
catastrophe!!! But what he was allowed to do made him very, very happy.

   Henry broke the kiss. "Oh, you kiss like an angel, Mary Elizabeth!
You're the prettiest, sweetest little sissy we've ever had through here."

   Was that true? Maybe. It was close enough, anyway, and it made Mary
Elizabeth blush with the praise. And made the sissy princess even more
"cooperative."

   Mary Elizabeth smiled. The little powderpuff's teeth would look so good
taking little love bites on the head of Henry's cock, the man thought. But
that was way over the line.

   Henry looked deeply into Mary Elizabeth's lovely eyes, then said,
"Darling, I have to perform a couple of 'responsiveness' tests on
you. They're standard procedure here. You can ask any of the other little
pansies you meet today or on another visit. Do you trust me?"

   Mary Elizabeth held his head down and looked up at Henry through his
inch-long, lush eyelashes. He bit his bottom lip and slowly nodded. You
can't teach a heart-stopping, ball-draining look like that, Henry
thought. It has to be natural.

   "Good," Henry said. "I need to test the sensitivity of certain parts of
your body. For our records. I won't hurt you. In fact, I'm pretty sure
you'll enjoy it all a lot, OK?"

   That shy, sweet submission again. That alone almost made Henry cream his
boxers.

   Henry smelled the sissyboy's delicious perfume and the smell of his
soap-scrubbed skin. Then he reached into Mary Elizabeth's cotton panties
and touched his teeny pricklet. Mary Elizabeth gasped and wiggled his
perfect bottom against Henry's thigh. Henry knew how to make a sissy's
privates throb with pleasure. He asked Mary Elizabeth to stand, then gently
eased his panties down, just below the bottom of the angel's delightful,
pink, wrinkled bag. Helen held the little sack with the tips of his
fingers, then stirred them gently as he praised their beauty.

   "Perfect little pearls," he said to a very excited Mary Elizabeth. "Hard
and ready to make cream for a lucky man."

   Henry massaged the tiny spheres with just the pads of the fingertips of
his right hand. With his left hand, he began to work the thick hood of skin
off the head of Mary Elizabeth's vertical, four-inch jewel.

   The poor sissy's senses were on overload. Never in his life had he
enjoyed anything half as much. The man's gentleness and obvious affection
for Mary Elizabeth multiplied the pleasure.

   "Has your Daddy ever done this for you, Honey?" Henry asked the little
creampuff.

   Mary Elizabeth couldn't speak. He was too aroused. He shook his head
"no," but then an image formed in the sissy's mind, a powerful, delicious
image. In Mary Elizabeth's mind, Daddy was the one tickling the dollbaby's
tee tees and skinning his little jewel. Daddy was loving him, making him
about to do what he had to do.

   Mary Elizabeth didn't know if what he did next was the right thing to
do, but the little doll was powerless to stop it. He squealed loudly, then
groaned and began to frantically release all his sticky, girlish cream. Big
globs of it, into the air and all over the floor.

   It was the greatest moment of Mary Elizabeth's life. A nice man had made
him cum his gooies. And it was only 9:20!

   The man seemed as pleased as Mary Elizabeth was. He kissed the sissyboy
lovingly, right on the lips and said, "You need a man to do that for you
several times each day, Honey. For health reasons, even if for no other
reasons. I'll speak to your Daddy. He could do it or maybe an uncle or a
favorite teacher.

   "Unnnhhhh," Mary Elizabeth groaned as he thought of sitting on Uncle
Frank's lap as his favorite uncle held him and tickled Mary Elizabeth's
privates the way Henry did. Ohhhhh. Then he thought of Mr. Murphy, the
nicest, hunkiest teacher in the world, kissing Mary Elizabeth and skinning
the sissy's foreskin up and down slowly, over the sweet, pink, tender head
of his little sissy wee. And all the men who Mary Elizabeth knew and he was
sure would want to milk him. Even <gasp> Daddy!

   His little pricklet twitched and blood began to fill it once again.

   Henry kissed Mary Elizabeth, slipping his manly tongue deeply into the
little dear's hungry mouth. It was no surprise when the sissyboy's little
lovestick got all hard and drippy again.

   "I have other ways to suggest that the men in your life could make you
happy," Henry said. "May I show you?"

   Mary Elizabeth's heart leaped. "Yes, please," he said shyly.

   A delightful sissy, Henry thought. Most of them are, but this one was a
cut above.

   The nice man took a little tube and squeezed a glob of its slick
contents onto the pad of his right, middle finger. He asked Mary Elizabeth
to stand facing away from him and to just relax.

   Mary Elizabeth bent his arms at the elbow and pointed his little sissy
fists up. He knew something very nice was going to happen, but even he
didn't know how nice.

   The cutie pie felt Henry's lips on his bottom! Kissing his bottom
cheeks. Ohhhhhh. Then the man stopped doing that and reached around Mary
Elizabeth's hip with his left hand. He gently massaged Mary Elizabeth's
popsy with that left hand, causing Mary Elizabeth to focus on that intense
pleasure. Mary Elizabeth loved those feelings, but knew more was
imminent. Then it happened.

   Henry used his right hand to gently part the lower regions of the plump,
pink cheeks of Mary Elizabeth's bottom. Mary Elizabeth gasped, already in
some distress from the exquisite motions of Henry's hand on his little
peeny.

   Mary Elizabeth could have seen it coming, but he was still surprised
when the man's lubricated middle finger reached its objective -- the sweet
girlieboy's anal ring. Henry didn't even try to enter the divine
territory. He merely rubbed the outside of the ring gently, but mercilessly
with his slick fingertip. Mary Elizabeth's eyes widened. He looked over his
shoulder and his long, lovely lashes batted at the wonderful man who was
taking the little lovebunny on a guided tour of heaven.

   Feeling naughty, Henry used the fingertip to enter Mary Elizabeth's
bottom, though only to the depth of his fingernail. That did the lovable
boygirl in.

   Mary Elizabeth began to shudder and whimper. Then he felt his little
balls overload and erupt. The pleasure consumed him as his perfect bottom
contracted on Henry's fingertip and his penis juices flew into Henry's
caressing hand. Mary Elizabeth gave the sweetest little scream as he dumped
his guts. Was there really such pleasure in our world?

   Henry wiggled his fingertip all around its vise-like
enclosure. Simultaneously, he tried to catch as much of the beautiful
nancyboy's juices in his hand as he could.

   When the sissy's spermstorm was spent, the
naked-but-for-his-frilly-socks angel threw himself into Henry's arms,
smothering the man with the kisses that made Henry's job better than Li'l
Abner's one-time gig as a mattress tester.

   Henry was so occupied, he almost forgot to lick the delicious sissygoo
from his hand. Mmmmm. Henry also, at the first opportunity, licked the
fingertip that had been the first visitor to Mary Elizabeth's virginal
pussy. A musky taste, but yummy!!!

   Mary Elizabeth blushed when he saw how much Henry enjoyed the his sissy
juices. Men were crazy about sissies and Mary Elizabeth was seeing the
first evidence for himself.

   The doll blushed again, when, between grateful kisses, he asked Henry if
he could relieve some of that nice man's obvious pain.

   Yes, Mary Elizabeth was a keeper, Henry said to himself.

   "Let me sit and you sit on my left thigh, Sweetheart," Henry said. "I'll
show you my cock and you can milk me, but only because you were kind enough
to offer. You'll find that just about any man in the world will want to
milk you, but milking them in return is an act of kindness the men will
never forget. You're as close to perfect as any sissy who ever came through
here."

   Mary Elizabeth blushed at the praise. Then he gasped when he saw the
big, manly thing Henry extracted from his pants. The doll opened his mouth
in surprise! Were all men's things big and hairy and leaking goo like that
one? And his balls! Each one was more than twice as big as Mary Elizabeth's
whole pink bag!

   Mary Elizabeth was trembling with excitement. He used his left hand to
cover his pretty face in shame as he put the tiny fingers of his right hand
on the shaft. Henry groaned with pleasure. His was the first cock this
feminine masterpiece had ever touched. On second thought, Henry WOULD do
this job for free.

   Mary Elizabeth's feather fingers explored the vast territory of the
man's rammer. The dollbaby ran a girlish fingertip along a thick, blue vein
on the monster's right side. Henry groaned with lust. Mary Elizabeth
trailed another pretty finger all around the slick perimeter of the man's
plum-sized cockhead, watching shyly, but intently as the nice man's
"business" throbbed. Mary Elizabeth kissed Henry and gave him his delicious
sissy tongue. The pretty boy was in heaven. So was Henry.

   Poor Henry wanted things to go on forever, but there was an agenda to be
followed. So he didn't try to hold back his orgasm. Henry was startled by
its intensity when it arrived. He noted with pleasure how Mary Elizabeth's
baby blue eyes got wide as Henry blasted the air with huge, thick cummy
ropes. He saw the pretty boy blush when he licked a little portion of
Henry's cum from his delicate fingers.

   According to protocol. Henry had to get Mary Elizabeth moving to the
prettying station in about ten minutes. That was just enough time to show
Mary Elizabeth one more little procedure the dollbaby might want to suggest
to the legions of men who would be eager to milk him.

   First Henry kissed Mary Elizabeth and thanked him for the exquisite
treat he had just given him.

   "Thank you too, sir," Mary Elizabeth said. "It was a joy."

   Oh my. The angel was still on Henry's lap. "You'll need to get dressed
soon, Sweetheart," Henry said. "But I want to show you something else your
milkers can do for you that won't be too naughty for a relative to share
with his sissy."

   What could it be? Mary Elizabeth wondered.

   Henry bent over and placed a sweet kiss on Mary Elizabeth's puffy,
perfect right nipple.

   Mary Elizabeth screamed! A jillion volts of electricity through his
girlish body couldn't have slammed into Mary Elizabeth any harder. Henry
kept kissing and licking Mary Elizabeth's...oh. He was sucking the little
nubber, licking it with his tongue and his right hand had encircled Mary
Elizabeth's penis and "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

   Mary Elizabeth's balls erupted and the lava gushed out. He was sobbing
from the impact of a five-star cum and the surprise that a man's lips on
his nipples could thrust him into sweet agony.

   Mary Elizabeth had just experienced the 30 most thrilling moments of his
life.

   He hated to leave Henry, but knew that other delights awaited him that
day. And in the days to come.

   A tear came to Henry's eye as he kissed Mary Elizabeth goodbye, licking
the angel's cum from his fingers as he sighed sadly. Oh, well, he
thought. Let's see who else is out there looking for a "welcome."



   Chapter Three -- Daddy's Welcome

   Mr. Wilson wanted to worry about Tommy, alone with that man in the other
room. But he had the scent of the lovely Donna up his nose and a man has
priorities.

   Donna led an entranced Mr. Wilson to another "screening room," though
this one had only a couch, a wide-screen TV with VCR, and a small
refrigerator.

   He couldn't take his eyes off her legs. And her bottom. Nobody wore
shoes that sexy anymore. Or had legs that sexy. His wife would murder him
if she knew what he was thinking.

   Donna gave him a look that said, "I know what you're thinking," and that
made the nice man blush.

   Her facial beauty was even more powerful than her drop-dead-gorgeous
body. Why wasn't there more air in the room?

   Someone had to be the grown-up, so Donna assumed the role. She asked
Mr. Wilson to be seated on the couch. Then she wiggled over to the
TV. "We're very glad you're with us today, Mr. Wilson. Most Daddies who
bring their sissies here for the first time need to know some things about
their little angels that will make the creampuffs happy and healthy. So we
show new Daddies a video produced by the ASMA (American Sissy Medical
Association) that shows some medical facts in an appealing fashion. May I
get you coffee or a cold drink before we start?"

   Mr. Wilson had heard maybe every third word
"Most...bring...here...first...to...things..."

   Was he drooling? He hoped not. But he couldn't stop if he were.

   Donna smiled again. Was she trying to kill him? Men his age (37) can't
take too much stimulation.

   She started the video, then wiggled over and sat right next to him on
the couch. Touching! That whole couch and she sat against him!!! Oh my. He
could smell her perfume and feel her body heat. His poor cock was
outrageous!

   Then, shockeroo, she turned to him, kissed him right on the lips, then
said, "Be a good boy and pay attention to the video. If you do, I'll give
you a very nice reward."

   Why weren't there more stores like this one?

   Obediently, Mr. Wilson and his cock watched the video.

   It was called "The Good Daddy" and it opened with a shot of an achingly
pretty panty boy sleeping like an angel. He was wearing a filmy, pink
nightie through which we could see his pert, erect little
nipples. Suddenly, the sweetheart's eyes opened. They were blue and full of
sweetness and love. The lashes were long and fluttering as we saw the
camera slowly pull back to expand its view. The panty boy smiled and said
"Good morning, Daddy!"

   There, sitting on the pretty boy's bed, we saw a good-looking,
40-something man. He had raised his sissy's nightie to expose the boy's
sweet skin up to his belly button. Slowly, lovingly, the Daddy was stroking
the little sissycock to an eye-opening orgasm.

   Both sissy and Daddy were having a wonderful time. The angel scrunched
his pretty face. Then he cried out, "I love you Daddy!" and his little pink
bag ejected big strands of lovely sissy cream. All over the nightie,
sissy's tummy and Daddy's hand.

   Daddy leaned over and kissed the sissy on his lips. Sissy threw his arms
around Daddy and gave him a big dose of tongue.

   Poor Mr. Wilson's cock was about to burst, which would be mortifying in
front of the world-class babe rubbing her body against him.

   Once again, Donna took the lead. She stopped the video for a moment then
said, "It's really important that you learn the material in the movie,
sir. Maybe if I relieved your tensions a bit, you could concentrate more."

   What did she mean? Could Mr. Wilson be any more embarrassed?

   All those thoughts evaporated when Donna pulled down Mr. Wilson's zipper
and extracted his cock.

   That almost made him cum. The shame if he had!

   But it did get his attention.

   "Oh, Mr. Wilson!" Donna said. "That's a beautiful cock. And you're so
handsome. Could I suck it for you and <blush> swallow your manly cream?"

   Mr. Wilson's day had taken a turn for the better. Unable to verbalize,
he nodded at Donna.

   Donna squealed happily, then knelt between his legs and assaulted the
already-aroused rammer with great skill and enthusiasm.

   So there he was -- having his cock sucked by a once-in-a-lifetime
babe. Being nice to his sissy son instead of treating him like a piece of
garbage was already paying off for Mr. Wilson. Other fathers may take note.

   Donna knew just where the good spots were, almost as if... Was Donna a
sissy? Who cared? Mr. Wilson opened his mouth to warn Donna that he was
about to cum in her mouth, but he wasn't in time. The cumstorm was a
nor'easter. Yet the young beauty sucked and licked it all down, spilling
not a drop.

   It was the single most erotic moment of his life. That self-admission
made him feel guilty, since he and his wife had had a good life and he felt
he was insulting her. But facts are facts. That was a GREAT blowjob from a
four-star babe.

   Mr. Wilson leaned back. His chest was heaving. He looked down at a
smiling, happy Donna. Now what?

   "That was delicious, Daddy," Donna said.

   Daddy?

   "I see you're puzzled, Daddy," Donna said. "It's OK. Today's your
welcome to the true sissy community. We sissies need and love our
Daddies. That's right. I'm a sissy too. I'm 18 and I've been a sissy all my
life. My Daddy was loving and kind and he milked me sweetly, as I needed
it. We never did super-naughty things. That would be incest and we don't do
that. We sissies do love doing super-naughty things though. With 'other
Daddies' like you, Daddy! Did you like doing that super-naughty thing we
just did?"

   Poor Mr. Wilson could only shake his head in affirmation.

   Donna giggled. "I thought so. Now remember, sissies and their real
Daddies never take their things into each other's mouths and never have any
oral contact with the other's privates. And a real Daddy never puts his
'business' into his sissy's tight, hot, little pussy. Only his loving
fingers."

   Mr. Wilson's left-for-dead cock stirred at the thought of putting his
"business" into Donna's tight, hot, little pussy. Donna noticed and
giggled. "I know what you're thinking, Daddy, and the answer is yes. But
not until you watch the rest of 'The Good Daddy' with me."

   Omigosh. Did she just say he could fuck her when the movie was over?
That brought Mr. Wilson to a solid half-stand.

   Donna stood and shimmied down her sheer, white frilly panties. Then she
stepped out of them, one luscious, high-heeled foot at a time.

   "You're so handsome and manly, Daddy, that my panties were getting way
too wet and tight. You can milk me as we watch the movie if you want, but
you have to pay attention!"

   That sounded fair enough to Daddy. More or less, you know. Fair.

   Daddy sat on the left, Donna on the right. She started the film again,
just as he reached under her skirt to feel a hot, stiff, rather small, but
very sexy lovestick. Donna held her skirt up to give him access. Daddy
realized that he hadn't touched anyone else's cock since Tony Santino and
he dared each other when they were 12. This was better.

   The film picked up with Daddy and sissy kissing lovingly. They broke the
kiss and Daddy said, "You have to get ready for school now, Timmy. You
can't be late."

   Timmy gave an exquisite pouty-face and said, "But Daddy, I'll be sick
later if I don't feel your fingers in my pussy this morning."

   The medical facts on the matter may have been murky, but Timmy's ability
to twist Daddy around his sissy finger was clear.

   Timmy's eyes filled with tears and Daddy caved instantly. He handed
Timmy two pillows, which Timmy placed under his sweet hips. Then Daddy
kissed three fingers on his left hand and lubed them with a slick
ointment. Timmy was breathing heavily with anticipation of a good
fingerfucking and Donna was making very nice whimpers as Daddy Wilson
stroked her lovingly.

   In the film, Daddy said, "Here comes Mr. Wiggleworm."

   Timmy giggled, then gasped as Daddy slid one, then two, then three
fingers into the nicest-looking "pussy" Mr. Wilson had seen. For the first
time, he was more interested in the movie than he was in Donna. Until Donna
began squealing and cumming, just as the Timmy on the screen blew his
cummies for his Daddy.

   The film rolled on, but Daddy Wilson ignored it. He got on his knees
between Donna's perfect legs and began to lick her cum off her
privates. What possessed him? He had never tasted cum before, not even his
own. But he loved it. He also loved kissing and licking Donna's lush,
creamy thighs above her stocking tops. Donna seemed to be about to tell
Daddy Wilson to watch more of the film, but then he took over the lead from
her. Somehow, the nice man wiggled Donna into a position where, even though
she was seated, his tongue had access to her pussy. Daddy was licking a
panty boy's asshole. And he had never been never happier.

   Donna seemed pretty happy too. She was tired of being the boss. She
wanted this hunk to master her. To make her cum again and again.

   Still, duty pulled strongly within Donna. Even as Daddy's tongue licked
her bowels, she managed to say something approaching, "So, did you learn
the lessons of the video. Daddy?"

   Daddy removed his tongue for a moment, then said, "Oh, yes,
Sweetheart. My sissy needs lots of milking, but no oral or anal except
fingers. Of course I'm going to break all those rules with you. I think
you're wet enough for me to put my thick thing in you, don't you?"

   Donna groaned with satisfaction and lust. He got the messages, she
thought. She must be a good teacher. Then she squealed with sissy glee as
Daddy pushed his big cock into her warm, wet pussy.

   This one will be very popular at Sissy World, Donna thought, as Daddy
pushed and strained toward his orgasm. Very popular.



   Chapter Four -- Dressed

   Mr. Moore had kept sweet Mary Elizabeth up to the very limits of his
allotted time, which meant that the angel's time in the "Dress-Up Salon"
would be a bit hurried. Thank goodness the monitors in the control room
noted that Daddy Wilson and Donna were getting along well. Their time
together was extended by 30 minutes and that gave Mary Elizabeth a full two
hours of prettification.

   To Mary Elizabeth, it was like being in sissy Disneyland and he was the
fairy-tale princess. A platoon of hairdressers, cosmeticians, manicurists
and pedicurists did their magic, though they certainly had some good basic
material. And the princess who emerged to greet Daddy was the fairest of
them all.

   It would be a crime to describe the gorgeous Mary Elizabeth as anything
other than totally feminine, so we will now use feminine pronouns for her.

   The first thing that Mary Elizabeth noticed about Daddy when they were
reunited, in a room filled with newly dressed sissies and their Daddies,
was that he looked tired -- drained almost. What had he been doing for the
past two and a half hours? Oh well. He looked wonderful to Mary Elizabeth
nonetheless.

   The first thing that Daddy noticed about Mary Elizabeth was that the
last wisps of her masculinity were gone forever. Daddy's heart ached with
love and pride for his girl.

   She was in the outfit they had selected together -- a pink party dress
with white bows and lace. Lots and lots of petticoats! Short skirts with
lots of bare leg above frilly, white socks and pink, satin Mary
Janes. Panties almost, but not quite, showing.

   It seemed impossible after fucking Donna twice and blowing a load into
her sweet mouth, but poor Daddy had another "big boy" in his pants.

   He hoped Mary Elizabeth didn't notice that when they hugged and
kissed. They were so happy that they were both crying a little, though
neither wanted the other to see their "stiffness."

   Poor Mary Elizabeth had had to endure all that terribly exciting
primping without a milking and she was feeling a little woozy and very
needy. She wanted to ask Daddy for a milking, but how could she?

   It was so extra special when the newly trained Daddy
volunteered. "Tommy, Sweetheart. They, uh, told me about your, uh, 'needs'
and I want to help. Do you 'need' help now?"

   "Oh, yes, Daddy. <kiss> You're so sweet and wonderful. Please milk
me. And please Daddy, call me Mary Elizabeth from now on."

   Daddy's heart leaped. Mary Elizabeth! A beautiful name. For a lovely
girl. Whom he was going to be milking regularly. Out of medical necessity.

   Daddy kissed his girl, then said, "Where can we do it, Sweetheart?"

   Mary Elizabeth smiled and said, "Why right here, Daddy. Look."

   And Daddy looked. In the big room with ten sissies and their Daddies,
half of the little sweeties had their panties down and were gasping and
panting through a vigorous, paternal milking.

   Mary Elizabeth blushed. So did Daddy, but his dick got even harder and
drippier.

   <Gulp> "OK, Baby," sweet Daddy said. "Stand up and pull your panties
down and I'll see what I can do."

   Mary Elizabeth was trembling with lust as she stood in front of her
seated hero, her Daddy. He sure looked nervous. And his pants sure looked
lumpy. Mary Elizabeth began to realize the power she had over her
Daddy. And most of the other men in the world. That made her little peeny
even stiffer, which made getting her pretty panties off a little more
difficult. She had to ease the little pink, cotton teasers up and over the
skinned-back, oh-so-sensitive, pink head. Then down below her precious pink
bag of girlish tee-tees. Hanging there so invitingly. Hungry for
kisses. [Though not from Daddy, of course.]

   Daddy hadn't seen Mary Elizabeth's pretty jewels since she was about six
years old and learned to bathe alone. Daddy couldn't believe the funny
feeling he got in his stomach from looking at that lovely set of
privates. Was Daddy gay, he wondered? He had just porked the pooper of a
boy dressed as a girl. Twice. Now he was looking at the penis and testicles
of his own son and he was about to masturbate the child to a sticky orgasm.

   Well, Daddy thought again, putting things that crassly wasn't helping
things one bit. He righted his inner voice and then thought, "I'm doing
this for my sweet daughter's physical and emotional health. And if I ever
meet Donna again, I'm cashing in my IRA and buying her a mink. Then I'm
fucking her until both our cocks fall off."

   Thank goodness he was thinking rationally again.

   It was a comfort to Daddy that by then, every Daddy in the room had his
little princess's panties off and was playing with her pretty toys. Mary
Elizabeth's goodies were exquisite -- pink and girlish. Her little peelips
were parted and dribbles of some very tasty-looking goo were seeping
out. Daddy had seen the "Good Daddy" video and knew that he couldn't kiss
those tiny lips, but, as he looked around the room, he saw plenty of
gorgeous little sissies he would love to adore and devour.

   Daddy was pretty sure that at Sissy World, such things were very likely
to happen.

   Daddy held Mary Elizabeth's precious peanuts by the fingertips of his
right hand, just as Harry had. It was better with Daddy, the angel
thought. She could feel Daddy's love for her pulsing through his
fingers. With his other hand, Daddy gently, lovingly peeled back the
creampuff's foreskin. Up and down. Back and forth. "You're the prettiest,
sweetest little girl in the world, Honey," Daddy said. "And I love you with
all my heart."

   Daddy kept praising the babydoll's beauty, stirring her stones with one
hand, and skinning her peeny with the other. She was so happy. She was so
aroused. And then Daddy kissed Mary Elizabeth.

   That was all she wrote, ladies and gentlemen. The frilly
pretties. Daddy's love. The stimulation of nine other gasping, cumming
sissies in the same room. Poor overloaded Mary Elizabeth cried out, then
began to pump hot cum into the air. She squealed through a six-spurter,
throwing globs of sticky sissy juice all over Daddy's loving hand and
creating a messy blob on the floor.

   Daddy was delighted.

   Mary Elizabeth was delighted.

   Daddy kissed Mary Elizabeth and said, "Anytime you need that,
Sweetheart, Daddy's here for you."

   Oh, life was good.

   Mary Elizabeth blushed a little when she pulled her panties back on. She
was still drooling a little and there would be a wet spot on her little
pink teasers. She resolved to save those panties as a treasured heirloom.

   Mary Elizabeth also blushed when she saw the state of poor Daddy's big
Daddy thingee.

   Maybe Daddy will let me help him with that later, she thought.

   Daddy was thinking the same thing.

   Daddy wiped his hand clean with a towel (which he saved as his
keepsake), then said, "I think we're supposed to go to the store part now,
Honey."

   Mary Elizabeth loved shopping!

   A guide led them to the biggest, most expensive sissy store in the
world. There they were met by -- Donna!!!

   Oh my. Donna.

   Mary Elizabeth giggled when she saw Daddy's reaction to Donna. He was
very excited to be around her. Was she a sissy too? Had she and Daddy been
kissing or something? No matter, Mary Elizabeth thought. She wanted her
Daddy to be happy.

   Donna smiled at Mary Elizabeth. "You look incredibly gorgeous, Sweetie,"
Donna said. "We'll have to take lots of pictures of you and your Daddy. And
don't forget to buy the keepsake doll."

   Mary Elizabeth's heart fluttered at the thought of the doll all the
sissies on the Web site said was the best souvenir of the visit. It was
anatomically correct and dressed in the exact outfit that the sissyboy wore
that day. It had to be a good doll because it cost $500!

   When they were planning their wonderful day, Daddy was a little antsy
about paying that much for a doll. But now that they were having such a
great time...and Donna was selling it to Daddy...Mary Elizabeth knew the
doll was hers.

   Daddy signed the credit card voucher as Mary Elizabeth unwrapped her
dream dolly. She was perfect!! As promised, she had the exact outfit Mary
Elizabeth was wearing, down to the pink, satin Mary Janes. Mary Elizabeth
was in heaven. She threw her arms around her wonderful, generous Daddy and
kissed him senseless. Suddenly, $500 didn't seem like much to the nice man.

   Of course, by the time they got done buying doll clothes, sissy clothes
and other sissy items (such as "anal-visitor" accessories that every sissy
needs now and then), Daddy had spent close to $2,000. Mary Elizabeth
suspected that if Donna weren't there, Mary Elizabeth wouldn't have gotten
nearly as much loot. Was Daddy trying to impress Donna?

   Donna arranged to transfer several bags of purchases to the Wilson's car
while they went to the large, girlie dining room for lunch, but Mary
Elizabeth hung onto her dolly. Donna kissed them both goodbye and
departed. Mary Elizabeth noticed, though, that Donna had slipped Daddy a
folded piece of paper and that Daddy seemed VERY happy to get it. Mary
Elizabeth couldn't see what it was, but it looked like numbers. Maybe it
was a receipt.

   Lunch was next in a frilly room filled with sissies and Daddies. There
was happy chatter in the room, along with the squeals and grunts of sissies
being milked to delicious conclusions.

   There were two menus, a salad-and-girlie-stuff one for the sissies and a
burgers-and-fries one for the Daddies. Dolly, of course, got her own
high-chair, but no food.

   Mary Elizabeth and Daddy ordered. Then Daddy said, "I love your
dolly. What's her name?"

   Mary Elizabeth smiled broadly, then said, "Thank you, Daddy. Her name is
Amanda."

   "Very pretty, Sweetie," Daddy said. "Just like my girl. What do they
mean about her being anatomically correct?"

   "I don't know, Daddy," Mary Elizabeth said. "Let's see."

   So the sissyboy lifted the dolly's petticoated skirts and saw pink,
cotton panties, just like her own. Then she slowly removed the panties and
saw -- a little cock! And the prettiest little ball bag. She showed Daddy
and they both laughed. Then Mary Elizabeth rubbed the peener and the doll
moaned.

   Huh?

   Daddy and Mary Elizabeth were really laughing by that time.

   Mary Elizabeth rubbed the peeny some more and it got stiff as iron. Then
the doll spoke again, "That feels good, Daddy. Please keep doing that."

   Oh, my. Mary Elizabeth rubbed some more. The doll began to gasp and pant
and squeal out her love for her "Daddy." Then, wonder of wonders, the doll
screamed and began to spurt what almost exactly approximated sissy
cream. Goodness! No wonder it cost $500.

   That was some doll.

   Daddy asked to inspect the doll and Mary Elizabeth handed her over.

   Daddy flipped the doll over and looked at its soft, girlish
bottom. There appeared to be...no, it couldn't be. Daddy rubbed her bottom
with his finger. Suddenly, his finger found an opening at the doll's anus
and his finger entered her, to the depth of the first knuckle.

   The doll squealed and said, "Oh, Daddy!!!!! Finger me, Daddy. Finger
me. Your little girl needs it, Daddy."

   Wonder of wonders yet again.



   Daddy and Mary Elizabeth blushed a little at that "fingering'
stuff. Would Daddy really do that for his sweet babydoll? Well, Daddy
thought, it was in the instructional video. If "fingers in his sissy's
pussy" was on TV, it must be right, eh?

   Mary Elizabeth swooned a little at the thought of her Daddy's manly
fingers in her secret place. She wondered if he would do that when they got
home. Oh. That made her "little gentleman" get all hard again, tenting her
pretty skirt as she ate her salad.

   Daddy noticed.

   Daddy also noticed that other sissies and daddies around the dining room
were having a rollicking good time. Several of the daddies had their own
"businesses" out and their angels were stroking the paternal penis to a
rousing climax. Daddy's poker was being bad again when he saw that.

   Daddy was particularly distracted by the sight of the only girl in the
room who rivaled his Mary Elizabeth in beauty and sweetness. Her expression
was three parts innocent angel and one part street hooker -- the
combination that, through the ages, has driven men insane with lust. She
was a dark-haired beauty, with cherubic features, perfect make-up, and
large, red, pouty lips. Daddy estimated her age at about 14. She was
wearing a lilac party dress, with white trim and thousands of
petticoats. She was sporting a lilac bonnet with a large, circular brim and
a white ribbon. Unlike Mary Elizabeth, the lilac angel was wearing tan
stockings on her gorgeous legs, as well as lovely, lilac sandals with a
four-inch pencil heel. Her dress was so short that one could see her
stocking tops and garters. Even when her panties weren't down around her
ankles and her cock pointing at the sun, as it was when Daddy and she
locked eyes.

   The lilac doll was whimpering and gasping her way to a delightful orgasm
as her Daddy, a handsome man of 40 years, was stroking her pretty
peeny. Her Daddy was clearly in love with her as he kissed her sissy
lips. She loved her Daddy too, as one could see by the way she was skinning
the foreskin of her Daddy's monster as they kissed and grunted.

   Mary Elizabeth's Daddy almost hyperventilated when lilac princess made a
kissy face at Daddy from across the room, just as her little dazzler began
evacuating her cream in thick globs. She squealed so loudly that almost
everyone in the room looked. "Lilac's" Daddy was so affected by her ecstasy
that he spurted his own thick ropes of cum high into the air and onto the
floor.

   Mary Elizabeth noticed the little tramp ogling her Daddy and, as women
have done since the beginning of time, she stepped up to the
competition. She stood up, wiggled down her pretty panties, then sat on
Daddy's lap and began to kiss him with lots of tongue.

   Daddy liked that a lot. He especially liked when Mary Elizabeth unzipped
him and, for the first time, touched the pole that had brought her life.

   Oh. Daddy's cock was so hot, it almost burned Mary Elizabeth's fingers!
It was so naughty stroking Daddy's thick cock -- especially in public --
and Mary Elizabeth's ears burned in shame. Not so much shame that she
stopped skinning Daddy's foreskin up and down. Daddy's thick, manly peelips
were opening and closing so cutely and thin, sticky stuff was oozing
out. Mary Elizabeth had the naughtiest thoughts -- she wanted to kiss her
Daddy's peelips with her glossed mouth, then take Daddy's fat pork into her
mouth and down her throat. The whole thing! It would gag her! Maybe she
would strangle. And it was wrong. But the thought excited her so much that
she shuddered.

   Daddy moaned lustfully. There was a prominent blue vein running along
the right side of Daddy's monster and Mary Elizabeth's painted fingertips
could feel each throb as the blood coursed through it. Daddy's cock was the
most beautiful thing on earth as far as Mary Elizabeth was concerned and
for that moment, it was all hers!

   The little princess was in heaven. She was making Daddy happy and no
little lilac tart was going to be rubbing Daddy's business for him. She
could take care of her own Daddy, thank you. Daddy seemed to think so, all
right. He adored rubbing his sweet baby's popsy, smelling her perfume and
kissing her soft lips as her feathery fingers took him to heaven.

   And heaven was only a very short distance away. Daddy was soon spurting
thick strands of his special juice for his girl. Mary Elizabeth was
confident that it was all for her, not that purple cow across the
room. Although she did see Daddy sneak a look over in the competitor's
direction. And she saw the little smirk on "Lilac's" face when she saw
Daddy looking at her.

   Hmmmmm.



   Chapter Five -- A Lovely Afternoon

   After everyone in the dining room had had an opportunity to eat and
"empty their bags," the afternoon's activities began. The daddies were
escorted to a gathering room, where they could all meet and talk informally
about the joys and issues of raising a sissy. The girls were taken to
another room, where they could meet and exchange bodily fluids.

   Daddy didn't know anyone and, quite honestly, he was a little ashamed to
be talking to men who had just seen his sissified son stroke thick jets of
cum from his balls. He was especially reluctant to meet "Lilac's"
Daddy. So, of course, that was who came up to him first.

   "I'm David Platt," Lilac's Daddy said. "I saw you looking at Kelly."

   Oh, Geez. Was this Platt guy going to challenge him to a duel or
something? Please, not on the best day of his life, Daddy thought.

   Daddy extended his hand warily and said, "Joe Wilson. I'm sorry. It's
just, she's gorgeous."

   David smiled broadly. "I know. She's a great piece of ass the other
daddies tell me. I'll never know. Our own kids are off limits, except for
milking. Law and common sense. If you're interested in fucking Kelly's
tight bottom, just let me know. I'll introduce you."

   Some days, everything just works out. Joe stammered out a "Thanks."

   David saw Joe's discomfort and said. "This is your first time here,
right?"

   Joe nodded.

   "Kelly and I have been coming here for six months. The best six months
of my life. Hell, anybody's life. We're kind of a family here. The sissies
need the love of daddies, not just milkings from their own daddies, and we
need them. The daddies are a dating pool for the girls, both here at Sissy
World every Saturday, and whenever we can hook up in the real world. Most
of us make a real special effort to do so."

   A rush of excitement and joy rippled through Joe's body. Then his face
sank.

   David understood. "You just remembered you're married, right? Relax. We
all are. You just need to be a little...careful. Sissy World runs a lot of
free workshops for sissy moms. Stuff about raising sissies. Stuff women
like. When they're out at those and the numerous women's socials Sissy
World sponsors, we're free to cross-pollinate each other's sissies. Usually
two or three nights a week, plus Saturdays."

   Ohhhhh. Joe was trembling with lust at the thought. And he knew it would
be good for Mary Elizabeth as well. But even if it weren't, he was being
led by his Johnson.

   "Oh, yeah," David said. "One more thing. The wives think the social
stuff is free, but if you want them to be invited, you have to pay Sissy
World on the sly."

   Joe began to wonder how much he could get for his baseball card
collection on eBay. Or his house. It didn't matter. He knew what he wanted
to do with the rest of his life.

   David said, "The girls are getting acquainted now, then they'll change
into more age-appropriate clothes and rejoin us for 'free play' from three
until six o'clock. How about if we trade angels for that?"

   Joe almost creamed his pants at that. Kelly was to be his, without
restriction, for three hours? And all he had to do was let a complete
stranger fuck his sissy son?

   What a great deal!!!!

   In another part of Sissy World, 20 delicious angels were being
introduced to each other by Daddy Joe Wilson's new friend
Donna. "Sweethearts, many of you have been here before. A few are new. For
the next hour, we want you to get to know at least one other girl REALLY
well. Sissies need daddies, but we also need each other. Today, we're going
to play Spin the Bottle."

   Mary Elizabeth adored being part of this delicious gathering of feminine
beauty and girlishness. She was proud that she could hold her own among an
all-star team of princesses. But she was a little uneasy when they broke
into three groups and she was in the same bunch as that little tramp
"Lilac." Who did Lilac think she was, smiling at Mary Elizabeth after she
had stared sluttily at Daddy all during lunch? The little tart was pretty,
though. Even Mary Elizabeth admitted that.

   Well, fate played a weird trick and when Lilac spun the bottle, it
pointed straight at Mary Elizabeth! Lilac squealed happily, stood and
offered Mary Elizabeth her warm hand. Mary Elizabeth didn't want to break
any rules, so she stood up and took Lilac's hand. Lilac led Mary Elizabeth
to a special little room that had only a couch and a small desk in it.

   "I'm Kelly," Lilac said. Mary Elizabeth stated her name, rank and
service number, determined that she was going to resist this brief
captivity -- until Kelly kissed Mary Elizabeth. And reached under her
petticoats and into her pretty, pink panties. And rubbed and kissed and
cuddled Mary Elizabeth until the poor angel was squealing and cumming hard.

   Maybe Mary Elizabeth had been wrong about Lilac, or Kelly.

   Kelly seemed to really like Mary Elizabeth, because she had the sweet
baby's cum-drenched panties down and off in seconds. Before Mary Elizabeth
could ask Kelly where she went to school or which boy band she liked best,
Kelly was on her knees and had her mouth around Mary Elizabeth's cummy,
girlish penis.

   Well. Mary Elizabeth had never had her doodle licked before and I think
we'll all agree that it's a delightful feeling, won't we, class? The poor
dear thought she had left earth and was in heaven. Especially when Kelly
soul kissed Mary Elizabeth's little tee tees. Kelly knew a thing or two
about the magical art of fellatio.

   If you've been following along, you know that our delicious little
creampuff had been divested of her cream filling several times already that
wonderful day. Yet, the resources of the young are far beyond the powers of
us older folks, so dear Mary Elizabeth "dug deep" and gave her sissy lover
a nice big load of the sweetest goo on earth. Mary Elizabeth shook with
ecstasy as she pushed Kelly's head down on her girliepole.

   Mary Elizabeth's naughty little squeals and sweet cum load excited Kelly
as well. So when Mary Elizabeth re-entered the atmosphere, she proposed
that she gratify Kelly in a like manner.

   Mary Elizabeth was very excited, but nervous too. She had never sucked a
prick before. What if she did it wrong? How embarrassing that would be!
Kelly didn't seem concerned about that as she and Mary Elizabeth kissed
deeply, tongues dancing, with little grunts of passion.

   When Kelly skinned her pretty panties (lilac, of course) down and Mary
Elizabeth saw her beautiful pricklet and balls, Mary Elizabeth was seized
with lust. The novice cocksucker sank to her knees and began to kiss and
cuddle Kelly's privates with love and some pretty good beginner's
skill. She loved the way Kelly's balls dangled and the way she moaned in
response when Mary Elizabeth licked and <blush> sucked them.

   What would it be like to do that for a man's big, hairy ballsack? Yum,
Mary Elizabeth thought.

   Kelly hadn't cum since her Daddy kissed and caressed her in the
restaurant -- almost half an hour earlier! So she had a nice, thick potion
ready for little Mary Elizabeth. Kelly asked her sissy partner to just lick
the head of her popsy -- just like that -- yes!!! And a hot flood of sperm
leaped from her sissystick and drenched the sweet face of little Mary
Elizabeth.

   Mary Elizabeth felt extra naughty. Not only had she sucked another
sissyboy's tickler, she had made her cum. And the big, hot load of sticky
sissy gooies covered her pretty face. She giggled a little thinking about
what those mean boys at school would say if they saw her now. They would
probably want their cocks sucked too. And would want to spurt their cream
all over her face.

   Well they could just forget it.

   Then she thought about Uncle Frank seeing her like this. And her
favorite teacher, Mr. Murphy. And <gulp> Daddy. That made her shiver with
excitement and made her all stiff again, down there.

   Kelly was so kind to Mary Elizabeth. "You're stiff again? Wow. You're
beautiful. You're feminine. You're sweet. And you're the horniest little
newbie we've ever had come through here. You're going to make a lot of men
-- and yourself, of course -- very happy."

   Kelly and Mary Elizabteh kissed a lot and even fingered each other's
pretty pooties. Kelly taught Mary Elizabeth where the "special rubbing
place" was inside a sissy's pussy. Then she rubbed Mary Elizabeth's "place"
until the sissy sweetheart was once again helplessly ejaculating and crying
out.

   It was a good thing that it was time to change into "big girl clothes,"
because poor Mary Elizabeth's pretty pink dress and precious panties were
soaked in sissy sperm. She and Kelly had just enough time for Mary
Elizabeth to suck down one more, tasty load of her friend's girlie
juices. Mary Elizabeth sucked and licked as she ran two pretty fingers in
and out of Kelly's tight hole, rubbing the prostate just the way her new
sissy sister showed her. Kelly gave out the sissiest yell ever when she
spasmed hard and threw goo down Mary Elizabeth's hungry throat.

   The girls held hands as they skipped down the hall to the changing room
together.

   As they slipped out of their "souvenir' dresses, they chatted. It turned
out that Kelly was a freshman in the high school Mary Elizabeth would be
going to the next year. That made the adorable sissyboy very happy.

   "You'll adore it there, Mary Elizabeth," Kelly said, as she stripped to
her lilac wonder bra, cum-filled panties, lilac garter belt and tan
stockings. "There are TONS of boys and men there who love sissies. I've had
fun with half the football team and most of the male faculty already."

   Mary Elizabeth shuddered at the thought of all those males having their
way with her. Ohhhhh.

   "But, the real fun," Kelly continued, "is with the other daddies who
bring their sissies to Sissy World. We see them two or three nights each
week. And every Saturday."

   Then Kelly explained how Sissy World kept the mommies out of the way so
the fun and games could take place.

   Mary Elizabeth thought about some of the daddies she had seen at Sissy
World that day. So handsome. So manly.

   "You're so lucky!" Kelly said as she admired Mary Elizabeth's naked,
girlish body. "Your Daddy is the hunkiest man ever! I couldn't see his cock
very well, but what I saw was dreamy!"

   Mary Elizabeth's peeny jerked at that. Omigosh. Kelly was so
right. Daddy was dreamy. "But your Daddy is dishy too, Kelly," she said.

   Kelly threw her arms around Mary Elizabeth, kissed her and rubbed
popsies. "We have the hunkiest Daddies in the world, but we can't do
anything about it, unless..."

   Oh my. Mary Elizabeth was "on the verge" again. How many times could a
sissy cum in a day? Her curiosity was stronger than her randiness,
however. <Gasp> "Unless what, Kelly?" <Pant>

   <Whimper> "You're so sweet and beautiful, Mary Elizabeth. <Kiss> I love
you forever. Unless we 'traded' Daddies. Your Daddy would make love to me
and my Daddy would take you to sissy heaven.. The girls tell me my Daddy is
fantastic."

   The thought of being under a man, especially a hunk like Daddy David,
was too much for our heroine. She squealed and spurted all over Kelly yet
again. Kelly kissed Mary Elizabeth tonguily, then joined her in paradise.

   "Ohhhhhhhhh," Mary Elizabeth groaned. "That would be wonderful. When can
we do that?"

   <Kiss> "As soon as we clean this cum off and get into our stockings,
heels and tiny babydolls, Sweetie," Kelly moaned. "Their big cocks are hot
and hard and they're waiting for us."

   Mary Elizabeth set a new land speed record for dressing sexily and
fixing a pretty face.



   Chapter Six -- Penetrating experiences

   Mary Elizabeth's Daddy (Daddy Joe) was almost fainting from
excitement. At any minute, his sissy son and Daddy David's sweet baby Kelly
would be walking through the door and into their arms.

   David had told Joe about the lingerie the sissyboys wore for "Saturday
afternoon tickles," but it didn't prepare him for what he saw when the
doors burst open and 20 delicious, randy, erect, beautiful, scantily clad
nancyboys rushed into men's arms.

   Joe looked at his Mary Elizabeth. She was spectacular! She wore a
diaphanous, miniscule, black babydoll nightie with flared skirts; sheer,
silky, black stockings; and black, five-inch-stiletto, mule sandals. NO
panties concealed the prettiest four inches on earth and its attendant pink
bag of girlish nuts.

   Joe's heart ached with love and lust as he hugged his doll. She squealed
and kissed him, then broke the clinch. Both gulped and remembered the
rules. Thank goodness they had non-family partners to relieve their
anxieties over the next three hours.

   Joe and Mary Elizabeth looked at David and his Kelly. Joe almost creamed
his pants when he saw his "date" for the rest of the day. She was dressed
just like Mary Elizabeth and almost as pretty. But did she...oh my,
she...She had titties! They were small, but Joe could see them clearly
through the wispy fabric. They were the size of plums and mostly
nipple. But mama mia! Did they turn Joe on!!!!!

   Hormones. That had to be it. Mary Elizabeth needed hormones. Joe
resolved to look into it. Right after his bag was emptied several times. By
this Kelly angel before him. Who was smiling at him in a teasing pose.

   Mary Elizabeth noticed Daddy's aching need for Kelly and she was OK with
it. Kelly could do things for Daddy that she couldn't. All the really good
stuff. But Mary Elizabeth planned to do those "good stuff" things with lots
and lots of nice men over the next 60 years or so. So it was OK.

   She kissed her Daddy, said, "Have fun!" then held Daddy David's hand and
walked with him to a nice private room with a bed, chair and a bathroom.

   Mary Elizabeth was nervous. This man who was drooling on her was going
to push her head down on his big cock and cum in her mouth and on her
face. Then he was going to flip her on her back and <blush> fuck her. It
would be humiliating and totally emasculating. She could never hold her
head up as a boy again.

   Yummy!!!!

   Apparently, before he did all that, Daddy David was going to admire Mary
Elizabeth and praise her beauty. He sat in the chair and asked Mary
Elizabeth to turn around for him. The man was effusive with praise for the
cherub's beauty and docility.

   David was so complimentary that Mary Elizabeth couldn't stop blushing.

   "Your legs are the prettiest I've ever seen, Sweetheart. Those stockings
and big heels make you look like an A-list lingerie model. I love how your
heels are bigger than your little penis. May I touch it?"

   Well I'm not here to do quadratic equations, Mary Elizabeth thought. But
she shyly nodded her head and batted her inch-long eyelashes at her first
"all-the-way" man.

   Reverently, David peeled up the flouncy skirts of the black babydoll and
observed Mary Elizabeth's feminine penile masterpiece.

   "So pink and pretty," the man said. Was he falling in love with the
pretty virgin? It wouldn't be difficult.

   The small foreskin was all the way back, exposing the dark-pink head of
the half-erect bauble. If the pantyboy hadn't cum ten or so times already
that day, it would have been perforating her navel. She was extremely
excited to be exposing herself this way to a man.

   The pink popsy was so young and fresh and perfect, as were the pretty
pearls in their pink, silken bag, dangling at the root of pleasure's pole.

   David locked eyes with a quivering Mary Elizabeth and said, "You were
made for love, Darling. For loving nice, deserving men and boys. They will
worship you and adore you, body and spirit."

   Wow! Maybe she could manage just one more erection. Oops. There it was.

   She was sure David was going to kiss her pricklet, but he did
not. Instead, he kissed her tummy. Right below her belly button, then
lifted the angel's nightie up, over her head, and off.

   The young beauty stood naked, except for heels and stockings, before her
manly lover.

   David took charge. He was still seated and Mary Elizabeth was still
standing. He grabbed her hips and gently pulled her toward him. Slowly,
lovingly, David began to plant a chain of soft kisses onto her torso. His
hands massaged her bottom cheeks as he kissed and gently licked the skin
below the sissy's neck and between her nipples. Then he moved in for the
big prizes.

   David eased the middle finger of his right hand into Mary Elizabeth's
pussy. She screamed with surprise and lust. Then he put another finger in
for a "second opinion" on her loveliness.

   Oh, that felt good. He knew just where to... "Agggghhhhh" Mary Elizabeth
squealed. David was licking and sucking her right nipple as he fingered her
pussy. And he was doing both very well. His hands were so strong. He was so
skilled. He was so handsome.

   Mary Elizabeth couldn't cum again. It was impossible. But, as the Army
engineers used to say in World War II, "The difficult we do
immediately. The impossible takes a little longer.'

   The impossible happened. The babydoll sweetheart came in shuddering,
watery dribbles. She saw a bright light and walked toward it, but was
pulled back when she realized that she was on her stomach, on the bed,
David was on his knees on the floor, his long, hot tongue deep inside her
tight, scorching pussy.

   She was whimpering and incoherent -- consumed with girlish pleasure. The
wonderful man seemed to be licking her guts from the inside. Then the man
took out his tongue and replaced it with his finger. Lots of
fingers. Widening her. Opening her. She was almost senseless from the
intensity of her delight. All her dreams were coming true.

   And then a very big dream came true. Eight inches of dream, to be
exact. David put his full weight on her back, which she adored. She was
totally helpless, about to be ravaged by a man. Mmmmmmmm.

   She turned her head. He kissed the side of her lips, praised her again,
then put all of his big cock into her pussy with one steady stroke.

   The scream was one part pain, eight parts joy and one part exorcism of
her boyish life. The fucking that followed made her the happiest sissy
anyone could ever remember.

   When David told Mary Elizabeth he loved her, then drenched her guts with
a quart of hot manjuice, Mary Elizabeth had her last orgasm of that
wonderful day. A four-star illumination of the planet, that racked her guts
while only producing two drops of cum. The girl was completely milked and
happy.

   "I love you too, Daddy," the panty angel murmured. He wasn't really her
Daddy, but it was fun to pretend.

   Mary Elizabeth and her lover kissed for a good hour after that, and when
David was rampant again, Mary Elizabeth showed that, although a rookie, she
had major-league potential as a cocksucker. David made so much cum! And it
was so tasty.

   Finally, it was time to dress in teen-girl, street clothes, collect the
right daddies, go home and tell Mom a sanitized version of the day's
events. Thank goodness it was a 45-minute drive home -- time to get the
story straight.

   Daddy glowed with happiness. That Kelly must have showed him a really
good time, Mary Elizabeth thought. From their goodbye kiss, it sure seemed
like it. Mary Elizabeth was a little jealous, but then she realized that
Daddy would have to be the one to explain a $2,000 credit-card charge to
Mommy, so she guessed he deserved a good time.

   The goodbyes were a little sad, but Mary Elizabeth knew she and Daddy
would be back the next Saturday, even if Mommy had to go live with Grandma
for a few years. And there were those midweek meetings. And all the men she
knew and would know in the rest of the world.

   Were Mary Elizabeth's panties tenting again?

   At the door, Mary Elizabeth saw Mr. Moore, the "greeter," waving goodbye
to her. He had been so sweet and he looked so lonely.

   Daddy saw what the kind sissyboy was thinking and he approved. "Go
ahead, Honey," he said. "I'll wait.'

   Daddy was wonderful! Mary Elizabeth sissied over to Mr. Moore, kissed
him, went "trouser fishing" in his pants to find his cock, got on her
pretty knees, and sucked him to a spectacular spermstorm.

   This one was destined for the sissy hall of fame as far as Henry Moore
was concerned.

   Everyone who would meet Mary Elizabeth would agree.

   THE END


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