"Lisette, isn’t it a beauty? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one so naturally feminine. The only shocking thing about her is that she has those awful things between her legs!
"Well, Ma’am, that’s always correctable," Lisette giggled while making a scissors-like motion with her fingers.
"Anyway, back to work.’ Eugenia said. "Thank goodness she’s a brunette with pale skin. What little hair she has should react beautifully to the treatment. We’ll shave her lower legs and underarms for today.
"I figure two hours here with the lasers and shaving, a half hour to clean her up, and then at least another hour in the chair for the rest. Let’s start with her backside. Then we can turn her over and get her chest so that we can attach the breast devices."
For the next ninety minutes, Lisette and Eugenia worked with skilled hands to remove all vestiges of body and facial hair from Peter’s eyebrows down. For most of that period, electric pulse patches on his breasts caused them to gently contact and relax. Over the patches were two large plastic vacuum cylinders that slowly suctioned his breasts in and out. Both women marvelled at the existing development of his nipples.
As they thoroughly sponged him off, Peter slowly came awake.
"My, Peter, you had a nice little nap," Eugenia cooed. "Did you have any sweet girly dreams?"
"Huh," responded Peter.
"Remember, dear, no speaking." Eugenia said. "Just be a good girl and do as you are told. We have to massage you with some creams and then get you over to the salon chair. Okay, hunny bunny?"
Peter just dimly nodded.
He loved it when they rubbed the oils and creams into his back and was only mildly troubled when they inserted something into his rectum. The massage about his derriere was just too divine a feeling.
When he was turned over, he noticed his breasts. “Oh my God,” he thought, “they’ve grown! Now that is something I really do NOT need!”
However, as Eugenia began to rub them with her ointments the pleasure trumped any of his concerns. He always had liked playing with his nipples, but never had anything felt this good. They seemed to have come alive.
His moaning was equalled by the swelling on his tiny peenie, which neither woman seemed to take offense at. In fact, Lisette took time to rub some oil all about his little boy tower.
Before the massage got the best of him, the two women had him brought him to his feet. Lisette had him step into his thong panties and raised them up his now smooth legs to his hairless crotch.
"Now, sissy, don’t they feel so much better now?" Lisette rhetorically asked.
Peter was again nonplussed by the constant use of female pronouns and new use of the word ‘sissy.’ Frankly, he felt like one - not only in looks, but also for being such a total ladies’ boy wimp!
Before he could think about it further, Eugenia held out a frilly satin dressing robe. Putting it on further assaulted his senses. Everything felt so much better now with his newly ultra soft skin. His nipples tingled under the robe’s soft embrace.
And that thing in his fanny almost felt pleasant as he moved about.
Things were coming at the boy very fast. Very, very fast!
The two women helped Peter to the salon chair and sat him down for the next phase. Peter let out a soft sigh as that ‘thing’ in his rear found new purchase.
Lisette washed and conditioned his hair while Eugenia assembled various things on a movable tray table behind the chair. Once his hair was done, Peter leaned back to have Eugenia apply various smelly lotions to his hair while Lisette worked on his nails.
His finger nails were considerable longer when Lisette turned her attention to his feet. About that time, Eugenia finished with her awful lotion and began putting his hair into tight rollers of varying sizes.
Once a net was stretched over his roller-covered head, Eugenia held his right earlobe in her hand, brought a device up to it and made something in it click. Peter felt a sharp pain and immediately realized that he had been pierced. Before he could react, Eugenia repeated the process on his left lobe.
"Bu-bu-bu-but," Peter began to protest.
"Hush, sissy!" Eugenia barked. "You know that you are not allowed to speak. If you say another word, I’ll double the piercings - and then tan your rear!"
Utterly defeated, and still a little out of it mentally, Peter slumped into the chair, which caused him to notice his coral pink toe nails.
"Oh my God," he sighed to himself. "What have I gotten into here?"
Eugenia attached a large bonnet over his head and powered up the dryer.
As Lisette turned her attention to Peter’s new quarter inch finger nails, Eugenia began plucking his eyebrows in earnest.
"Don’t you dare move, sissy. You already are more than half way to a spanking as is!" Eugenia cautioned. "And hold your hands still for Lisette, or we will have to secure them."
After completing his brows, Eugenia turned her attention to Peter’s face. She carefully painted a coral pink liquid over his lips and a thin dark brown line at the very end on his eyelids.
"My God, Lisette, come look at her lashes. We’ll have to curl them!" Eugenia exclaimed.
Lisette appeared with a curler and marveled at the length and fullness of Peter’s eyelashes. Peter was simply addled, so confused was he.
Sensations were running through his body that never before had he experienced. Eugenia quickly finished up Peter’s face with some blush, light hazel and brown eye shadow, a touch of mascara, and lip gloss.
Just then Theodosia Tellit returned carrying a large shopping bag.
"Ah, Miss Theo, you’re just in time for the comb out" Eugenia said.
Miss Tellit gleefully responded, “What fun! The birth of another sissy! Let loose, Ladies! I can’t wait to see the fruits of your efforts! Then we can see how she looks in her new outfit.”
Eugenia undid the net and curlers to reveal a mass of curls atop Peter’s head. As she tackled the mess with her comb and teasing brush, Lisette showed Theo Peter’s smooth skin and highly polished pink nails.
Peter submissively sat in shock as the two women gushed over how well he looked. Each time he became conflicted about his new image, the same tune came into his mind - “I feel pretty, oh so pretty…”
"Damn," he thought, "I cannot get that out of my head!"
But he was pretty, and he knew it! Worse, he was becoming prettier by the minute as Eugenia worked her combs and sprays.
At last, Eugenia finished her fiddling and directed Peter to stand before a floor to ceiling mirrors in an alcove just off from the main salon. She removed his robe and told him to pose in his bikini panties in various postions while Lisette took pictures with a digital camera.
"Don’t you dare resist, sissy, or we have pictures of you being thrashed with my strap!" she again threatened.
Pitiful Peter again meekly complied. However, the fact of the matter was that he was absolutely transfixed by his totally feminine appearance - those feelings being best expressed by the small tent in his panties.
But he was beautiful. His small slender body with long slim neck, soft slender shoulders, budding breasts with urgent nipples, lean limbs and gracefully long fingers were only part of it. Now, his head was also beautiful. His long brown hair, now slightly lighter with subtle auburn highlights, cascaded down his high cheek bones and pouty lips in a short Katharine Hepburn pageboy, complete with barrette on one side. In fact,he quite resembled a young Hepburn.
"Perfection! Or should I say ‘Prissy perfect!’" exclaimed Miss Tellit. "Now, ladies, let’s get her dressed. Her ‘thorax support’ has to be delivered later, so her tight lacing will have to be deferred until later."
The three women dug into Theo’s shopping and began dressing the hapless sissy.
A lacy bra, that just ‘happened’ to match his panties, almost undid the poor boy. The lace tickled his distended nipples in the most electrifying manner. The full cup bra gathered his flesh to accentuate his budding boobies in a way that he never could have imagined.
"You know, Miss Theo, I dare say she is almost a full ‘A’ cup. A most impressive starting point!" Eugenia exclaimed.
"I see," replied Miss Tellit. "Good job I bought several bras. It simply would not be proper for her to go without one from now on. Let’s get her knee socks and shoes on, and then we can complete dressing her."
Lisette bent down and pulled opaque sheer white knees socks up to just below her knees. Their tops were finished out in sweet ruffled fold overs with a sweet puffy white satin bows in the rears, which the poor boy failed to notice - at least for the moment.
Peter loved the feeling against his smooth legs and secretly wished they were real stockings.
Lisette marveled at the petit size-six size of her feet as she bucked up Peter’s black patent mary janes. They had one-inch heels and pretty charcoal grosgrain ribbon bows on their toes.
So enthralled with his lingerie was he, that he almost resisted covering it up until he saw the blouse. It was an old fashioned white polished cotton girl’s blouse with a round ‘Peter Pan’ collar. He loved it – it fit so much better than Mummy’s blouses. The neck was just perfect, and it fit perfectly over his bust and down his slim waist tightly, but comfortably. Its long sleeves were divine.
The poor sissy’s leggings came next. This time Miss Tellit, herself, did ‘the honors,’ which distressed the poor boy’s pulsing peenie even further.
The leggings were more engineered than designed. They were skin tight and made from elasticized charcoal silk gabardine. Miss Tellit slid them up Peter’s smooth legs and pulled them about high on his waist. It was going to be a very tight fit.
The fasteners were on his left side, leaving his front flat, but for the little ‘urgency’ in his panties.
"Good job his peenie is so small," laughed Eugenia, "or else I’m afraid we would have to milk the poor thing!"
"Let’s just hope she doesn’t squirt all on her own," Miss Tellit chuckled back. Moving to Peter’s side, she ordered, "Now, dear, breathe in deeply and hold it!"
With a fierce tug that almost pulled the disbelieving Peter over, she thrice hooked the wide waist band closed and tugged the zipper up.
The shorts were almost like a panty girdle from their high waistline down to Peter’s hips. His front was stretched taunt - causing some peenie discomfort, let alone ‘correction.’ He must have lost two inches from his waist. Their rear was cut in a manner to both lift his sweet sissy cheeks and accentuate the divide between them - yielding yet another sensation to that ‘thing’ up his bottom.
From the hips down, the shorts opened up about his thighs, coming to and end only a few inches below his hips.
Lisette approached with some jewelry and gushed how cute it would look on him. “We have a nice little pearl strand for under your collar with a matching bracelet. And just look at this cute gold ring with two pearls! See, it matches you cute ear studs!”
Peter stared into the mirror, not sure what he was looking at. It certainly was not a boy in any way, shape or manner! Nor, was it really a girl - close, but not really. The only thing it could be was precisely what they were calling him, a sissy! A total sissy, plain and simple!
Reading his mind like a book, Miss Tellit approached him and whispered in his ear, “Yes, Peter dear, you now ARE a sissy.” Pressing her bosom into his back, she added, “And you are MY little prissy sissy!”
"Prissy" rang a bell in Peter’s mind - or what was functioning in lieu of it. Then that tune came back into his head, "I feel pretty, oh so pretty…"
"And don’t you just ‘feel pretty, oh so pretty,’" Miss Tellit giggled as she stepped back to allow Peter absorb it all.
After allowing his mind a few choruses of ‘I feel Pretty,’ she again approached with a little prettily wrapped box. Again whispering in his ear, “Sweetie, I have a little present for you. Would you like it now?”
Peter nodded and took the proffered white box with a pretty pink satin bow. Carefully unwrapping it - a girly trait that greatly pleased Miss Tellit, he opened it up to find another strand of pearls with a large gold heart-shaped charm hanging from it. Written on the charm in bright pink enamel script was the word ‘Sissy’ over the word ‘Prissy.’
Seeing ‘Prissy’ almost set off another verse of ‘I feel pretty,’ but Miss Tellit pressed forward.
"Isn’t it so pretty?" Miss Tellit cooed. "Here, dear, let me put it on."
She took the bracelet and put it about his right ankle, making sure that she spent time to smooth out his knee socks and run her hands up his thighs to straighten out the flared bottoms of his shorts - front and back.
Lisette handed Miss Tellit a tiny white silk gabardine hand bag, which she opened to inspect its contents. Still standing behind Peter, who could not take his eyes off his reflected images in the long mirrors, she held the bag out in front of him.
"Peter, this is your bag, and you must take it everywhere you go when dressed in this outfit. Now look at what’s in it. Yes, sweetie, that’s your lips gloss, powder compact, some blush and shadow and a tiny little lace hankie. Everything a proper sissy needs!"
"Peter seemed to accepted everything with a weak smile, but held up the one item Miss Tellit had failed to mention - a small scarlet note book and fit-in pen that had a black script letter ‘P’ on its cover.
"Oh, sweetie, that’s your ‘P-Book,’ replied Miss Tellit.
His eyes questioned again, and she answered, “No Peter, the ‘P’ is not for ‘Peter,’ or even ‘Prissy,’ but rather for ‘punishment.’ When you are a bad sissy, I, or another of your superiors, will make a notation. That way I can keep track of things. Isn’t that just so practical?”
'Prissy' had started songs going off again in Peter's head, but 'punishment' brought them to a screeching halt. He looked at Miss Tellit with terror in his eyes.
"Oh not to worry, at least for now my sweet," she soothed. "See there is nothing in it."
Peter opened the book to find two notations for speaking made by Eugenia
"Oh, my!" sighed Miss Tellit. "And I overlooked your indiscretions at the doctor’s office. Well, you don’t have to worry about them until Friday evening anyway. Just try to be a perfect sissy from now on."
Changing the subject, she said, “Ladies, please take the pictures of her first school uniform and then we shall be on our way.
"Peter, please look at yourself in the mirror and think how pretty you look. I want you put on your prettiest poses for the pictures, or else I shall have to make one of those dreadful notations in your P-Book."
Peter absolutely vamped for the camera - actually getting quite carried away by it.
Completing the photos, Miss Tellit told Peter to bow to each of the ladies to thank them for all the wonderful things they did for him that afternoon.
After the goodbyes, she picked up a box of cosmetics and led Peter to her car for the return trip to Merstead Hall.
Peter was in such sensory overload that he mercifully failed to notice the astounded reactions of several passersby. Likewise, he took no notice whatsoever of the fact that he was in an open top car.
"Well, that was quite a day, wasn’t it, Peter," Miss Tellit asked after they were underway. "Maybe you would just like to hear some pretty music for the drive home.
"As you know Peter, stammerers rarely stammer when they sing, and some even do not stammer when they speak in a foreign language. One actor can even act without stammering, but can barely put two words together in conversation. So if you wish to sign along, please do. It’s good for the soul!"