Carolyn said, “Chrissy my darling are you up to appearing in public dressed as a girl? We wouldn’t want you to give yourself away.” 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."

Wait for the Mistress to give permission to come in. Mince daintily to the Mistress, and curtsy once again. And look at his petticoats," she went on, lifting the light gingham material and frothing her pink gloves through one layer of net after another. "No wonder his legs look as good as any girl's." The soft caress of the silky fabrics on my powdered skin and the way the two women (especially Carolyn) pampered me was so wondrous and I could not help think of the weekend ahead in frillies. Let me tell you what I think of your lovely letter. No wonder you always used to feel so excited wearing Mistress Lady Penelope's dresses, because they rested on such a full spread of ultra-feminine petticoats, with frills flouncing softly all round your legs and swinging and bouncing as you mince and as you rightly say, as you curtsey to your Mistress. But maybe I am wrong there, because as all sissies know, when we dip into a most respectful curtsey, our duty is to hold our dress perfectly still and evenly spread out to the sides, with no bounce in our petticoats at all, just wide and humiliating exposure as a petticoated sissy. That's all for this Newsletter, hon, except that I want to show you a couple of nice pieces of Prim's art. Starting with this example of Sweetheart Styles, which appeared in Prim's Petticoat Pansies issue#12Serena bit her glossy lower lip as she took Jason's hand and gave him a sympathetic look. He felt a quiver in his legs as they followed the pink blouse frills and silver grey pencil skirt of the manageress into the staff suite. After that humiliating start to his day at Pretty Boy, what on earth did she mean by having him 'available'? Remember, boy," rasped the manageress as she held him from behind by his satin reins, " perfect sissyboy behaviour!. If I am not delighted with your performance in the boutique, you will become a dainty sissy friend to all the names in your facebook. Forward sissyboy." All finished, sweetheart,” she said, helping to straighten my petticoats as they floated down over my legs. Oh... oh pleeeease," gasped Jason, bursting to stop them but knowing he mustn't annoy Miss Presswell. There was a cot in the middle of them, into which they were peering in hushed attention, until suddenly there was a unanimous "Aaaah!" and "There's a good sissy!" and a round of applause as they all exchanged comments with smiles and giggles. A tingle of worry swept over Jason. There must have been a sissy at the centre of all this attention, and the way Miss Presswell was using him this morning, it could be...

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. Serena unhooked his bra and he was naked. "Probably that, yeh," she said in a hurry, and stood up as the manageress turned to them. Taking my hand while I was dressed delicately Aunt Mary beamed, “Come along, sweetheart”, and with my skirts bobbing we walked together to the car. This didn't help his nerves as she fastened matching ribbons onto his bare thighs a few inches below the lace edging of his panties. She took his hand and threaded a glove of powder blue satin onto his fingers. It buttoned round his wrist with glass buttons, which carried on up his arm: ohhhh! how long it was! The ribbon fastening wrapped over above his elbow, finishing with a press fastening under his blouse sleeve in the shape of a bow with a large blue button in the middle. His other hand was gloved too, and buttoned up to his elbow in the same way.As he knelt up, his face was a couple of inches from the wet penis, now half flaccid and glistening with its recent ejaculation. As she slid the silky panties up and down along my member, I began to shudder, “Yes! Yes! Make me your little girl!!” With that, my shaft erupted into the delicate little panties and I collapsed down onto the vanity seat. At this point I considered myself to be a girl. 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?”

I am please to tell you you can now look in the Rose Room and find your personal gallery: you are a sweet thing. Look in my Newsletter too in the Emma Room. Looking out to the car, the old priest smiled and waved to what appeared to him a pretty young girl. “Oh, I'm afraid that's not allowed; the academy is cloistered to women.”I'd like to see the two of them admiring each other's panties," she said. "Mrs Marchison, would you mind showing your son's pretty panties for my sissy boy to admire?"