Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2007 09:05:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Victoria 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!"