Father, I'm Mrs. Alexander and one of your students is staying with me over the holiday. It seems we left without his suitcase. Did you happen to come across it in the driveway last evening?” Alicia Presswell took a deep breath. "Well I suppose my next step in sending out your photos will depend entirely on you, Jason," she said; "on your perfect behaviour." I am so thrilled that you indulge my feminine (fantasy) life, and hope this satisfies your curiosity for the moment - I will think of sending you some pictures of my delicious lingerie collection. His natural tendency is to touch and feel when he is faced with another sissy. I can see you didn't suspect sissiness in him, but this kind of sweet feelings when he is with another sissy is a sign of pure inner girlishness."

Thank you very much for the reply. I am delighted to read that you are thinking about on further humiliating my fairy princess and adding her photos to the new Alice Room in your next issue. Public exposure is what every sissy needs and so does mine. I am really looking forward to that. Aren't they fabulous? My heart goes out to every girl in the Rose Room. What pleasure they bring us, and what an inspiration they are to all girls to know that they will be loved and admired if they bravely put their feminine foot forward. Put this Fairy-Tail harness on him so that I can keep him with me," she said, passing an armful of rose pink frills to her assistant. It seems we'll have a young lady joining us for dinner today, Carolyn, and not the almost teenage boy we were expecting,” the older woman quipped.Oh look, they're both as excited as each other," declared Andrew's mother, holding her son's petti-slip and skirt against the front of his blouse, and she stepped forward, forcing him to inch towards Jason, so that the points of their panties approached to within three inches of each other. "Isn't that sweet, Andrew darling... having your girlie panties exposed in front of another sissy's panties? You can see how lovely he is feeling about your excitement inside your pretty satin panty gusset. Tell Mummy and Miss Presswell how you are feeling in your panties, dear." Miss Presswell continued in complete calm, a smile twisting her carmined lips as she scrolled through screen after screen of the people who made up Jason's world. "You've got your dear mother to thank for giving me this effective means of turning you into a sissy, my boy. I can't have any half-hearted efforts at being effeminate and wimpish. But now it's just a question of exposing your prissy sexuality to everyone who knows you."

He found them so pretty as he drew them over Andrew's knees, up his smooth thighs and under his glossy slip. Another moan of hopelessness came from the boy as Jason made sure the waist elastic of both undergarments was evenly arranged all round his waist, but Andrew was in such arousal that Jason's hand inevitably brushed across the stiffened penis in its panties and slip.I loved all your photos: I see you also had a nice pair of doll's panties over your knoblet, and then the adorable sequence of dressing, from petticoat to dress, with the inevitable Cum showing us how deeply you felt aroused in penis doll-dressing. Those are very sissy feelings, sweetheart. Thank you for sharing them with us. I will make a selection of your photos to show everyone in my next Newsletter which should be in May.

Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel So practise a little curtsey for me, darling, then sit in my lap, and you can be the respectful sissy for each of the Mothers-In-Law in Prim's stories. He soon woke up when he saw where Miss Presswell was bringing him: to the other lingerie counter, where Kate was serving a woman and her sissy boy. He knew at once Kate had been watching him because she spoke to him as they drew near. Just one more lovely photo, darling: here is Emma in all her feminine charm. Is she inviting a cuddle, do you think?Carolyn smiled and nodded as she took my nightie and put it on me. She then helped me into my gown and slippers and then took my hand and led me from the room. We entered Aunt Mary's suite and Carolyn led me to the bed. The room was huge and had a huge four-poster bed against one wall. There were heavy velvet curtains, which could be drawn around the bed. At the foot of the bed there was an elaborate entertainment unit with TV, video and music players. Aunt Mary was not yet in the bedroom. Carolyn removed my slippers and gown and then helped me into the bed. I was in the middle of the huge bed. Carolyn went into the suite bathroom after passing me the TV guide and remote controls. She said she was to get changed herself and also help Aunt Mary. Hold your head up, dear,” she asked as she tied a fancy bow under my chin. “There now, you look just adorable, Honey,” she said, her hand straightening the flared skirt of the coat. Bending, she gave me a little kiss on the cheek and opened the front door. I've loved having you with me to read my Newsletter, darling. How sweet it is for all those girls to write in so that we can share their feminine thoughts together. I hope you join me to read another Newsletter next month, or better still you could join me inside the Wendyhouse where all my Newsletters are waiting for you in the Emma Room. Startled, I didn't know what to think. Had she really offered to end all of this? And, more to the point is this I really wanted down deep? Reflecting on all the events of the previous 24 hours, it didn't take long for me to stand and spreading my petticoats and skirt carefully, more gracefully took my seat again.