A Submissive Sissy

Here you'll find my favorites Sissy & Femdom stories, the best one I've ever read over the net since many years and believe me, that's a lot ! I'm also a wool fetishist, so you may come accross this type of topic around here too... Hope you'll like it !


Sissy Therapy - Chapter 4

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The rest of the week didn't go much better for Billy. Billy had started changing into his football uniform in a stall in the boys restroom to avoid discovery of his secret. He prayed that Cindy and her friends would keep quiet. Some of the guys teased him about not dressing in the locker room, but Billy nervously tried to play it down.

At home, his mother and sister continued to press their newfound advantage. One night, his mother had demanded that he wash the dishes, a job previously done only by the women in the house. His mother had teased, "I know you've always considered dishwashing women's work, but considering your new taste in undies, I think the job's perfect for you, don't you? Now get to it!" Then Rachel had offered him a gaily-wrapped package. "Go on, open it!!," she insisted. Initially excited at receiving a present, Billy tore open the package and extracted a sheer, heavily ruffled, pink bib apron. His shoulder's slumped in defeat as he held it up. As Ms. Smith quickly placed it over the head of the stunned youth and tied the sash roughly behind him in large bow, she explained, "Rachel and I saw this apron and we both thought of you. Isn't that funny? There! Sissy boy is all set. Sissies just love to help in the kitchen, don't they dearie?" "Seeing that his mother expected an answer. Billy groaned meekly, "Yes, ma'am."

"Now don't be a grump. And remember to use the rubber gloves!! We must protect our dainty hands!!" After the females stopped laughing at their own joke, the two kept up a running commentary about Billy.

"Doesn't Billy look darling in his new apron? I knew he'd love it. Judging from his choice in panties, he'd like anything with ribbons and bows." "He does have extremely feminine tastes, doesn't he." "I always knew he was a big sissy." "Yes, it's so nice that he's finally `out'". At first, Billy tried to ignore his tormentors, knowing that they were deliberately trying to embarrass him. In no time, however, their barbs had found their mark.

When Billy could stand the torment no more, he exclaimed, "Shut up! I'm not a stupid sissy. I'm not and you know it!!"

"Whatever you say, Billy. By the way, I think your panties are dry," his mother smirked. Billy knew it was a losing cause. As long as Ms. Walker made him wear those damn panties, there was no way he could get his mother and sister off this "sissy" kick.

The following night, Billy's mother and sister approached him after he finished the dishes—the job was apparently his now—and he was hanging his mother's panties to dry after washing them. When he saw them, Billy backed away in fear, knowing that the two were up to no good.

"Brother dear, we know what a trying week it's been, admitting the truth about yourself, and expressing it in your most intimate garments." Billy heard his little sister snicker. "Well anyway, Mom and I both thought you'd have sweet dreams in this! Billy recoiled in horror. It was a floor length pink peignoir set with billowy sleeves and bows everywhere. "What do you think?"

"I think you're both crazy!! There's no way I'm wearing that get-up!! It's disgusting. Get it away from me, you twit."

Ms. Smith looked at her daughter in mock amazement. "Oh dear! I'm afraid we've made a huge mistake. How could we have been so wrong? We're so sorry, Billy." Billy's mother quickly snatched the wet panties from the shower rod and headed to her room.

Not expecting his mother's actions, Billy began to panic. He had to get those panties back. As he ran after her, he yelled, "Uh, wait a minute, Mom! I didn't mean to get upset. It's just .. that.."

"What ?"she demanded testily, wheeling around to face her son, her hands on her hips.

"Well, it's just that I'm not a sissy like you and Rachel keep saying. I just wanted to try wearing panties for a couple of days, you know..."

"Frankly, I don't know Billy. I think it's time to bring your little cross- dressing experiment to a close." She wheeled around as she continued to her room.

"Mom, no! I mean I'll wear the nightgown!!"

"Absolutel not! You had your chance! Now leave us alone."

"Billy's mind was reeling. If he showed up tomorrow without the panties he'd be toast! "Mom, please!! I'm really sorry. Please let me wear your nightgown. It's really ...pretty!"

"I don't know..." Ms. Smith bit her fingernail and appeared pensive. "This set is so frilly and feminine, no real boy would ever wear such a sissy thing. Anyone who would wear this must be a real girl at heart!!"

"N-No Mom! It's perfect! Really!! I can't wait to put it on," Billy pleaded as if his life depended on it.

Ms. Smith smiled victoriously. Rachel had guessed right. For whatever reason, her son was desperate about wearing her panties to school. He was already doing the dishes in a prissy apron. Now he was going to wear the most feminine garment in her closet. She didn't know how far she could push Billy, but she was certainly going to find out! She and Rachel were enjoying themselves way too much to let an opportunity like this go by—particularly after what Billy had put them through. Rachel decided to join in the fun. "Then say it panty-boy. Tell us what a sissy you are!"

Rachel and her mother looked at Billy expectantly. "Okay! Okay!! I- I'm a- sissy, Billy announced in a sing-song voice. Satisfied?!" Billy knew immediately that they weren't as they began to walk away. "Wait," he shouted desperately. "I'm a big sissy! I love to wear frilly panties and things. I've always wanted to wear a pretty nighty to bed!"

"Well, if you insist! Rachel, why don't you help your brother into his new nighty and meet me in my bedroom."

As Ms. Smith left, Rachel advanced on her brother like a predator approaching wounded prey. "Come on, Sissy dear. Let's make you all pretty."

"Oh shut up, Rachel! Just give me the stupid thing and get out of here!"

"Tut! Tut! Brother dear. Better watch your mouth before I call Mom back." Billy knew that she had a point and held his tongue. "That's better Sissy, . I can't wait to see you in this. As Rachel helped him into the peignoir and matching panties, she continued the assault on his fragile ego: "Well, Mr. Bigshot, don't you look just precious. Look at you! You're just a big soft girly! I can't wait to tell my friends. They won't believe me...especially Jane. She used to think you were cute. Wait until she finds out that you wear nightgowns prettier than hers!" Rachel dissolved in laughter. As Rachel led her sissified brother downstairs, he pleaded with her not to tell anyone. In no time, Billy found himself in his mother's bedroom.

"Oh how sweet!! "Ms. Smith exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight. Your father bought me that as an anniversary present one year. I can't imagine what he was thinking—it's ridiculously prissy. But it looks great on you, Billy!" she laughed. "See for yourself." Billy glumly looked in his mother's full-length mirror and cringed. He looked like some kind of fag, he thought ruefully. The nightgown was even worse than those awful panties of his mother's. It was floor length and both gown and peignoir consisted of layers and layers of sheer material held together by satin bows.. Billy had never seen his mother wear it—or anything like it!

Noting her son's sour look, Ms. Smith warned her son to smile pretty... or else. As Billy planted a fake smile on his face, his sister started with the camera again. More pictures!! As Rachel forced her brother into one feminine pose after another, Ms. Smith appeared with a pair of pink slippers with a slight heel and a large bow on the front. " Here Billy. These go with the set! "

Reluctantly, Billy slid his feet into the slippers. Even though the heels were only about an inch high, he had difficulty walking. "Just think!! Your first nightgown and your first heels, all in one night," Billy's mother enthused. Now let's get a pretty snapshot to send to Bill Sr. I'm sure that he'll be excited to see that someone's enjoying his gift, even if it's his sissy son!! The two women laughed as Billy begged them not to send the pictures to his father.

"Well, let's just see how coooperative you are during the school year," his mother threatened.