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A GIRL'S PLACE IS IN THE MALL

INTRODUCTION

This is the story of Frankie a young man whose lack of initiative led to the ultimate lesson! He lives with his aunt Sinthia in Santa Cruz California, a town that is quite well to do and which is well developed. Its beaches are famous as are its many inhabitants with "eclectic" tastes. Frankie is a little rebellious and possessed of, as yet, hidden desires. Like most young people of his age, he is somewhat undirected about his future. While he has an arrogant manner about him, he is in reality quite insecure and easily embarrassed. His aunt Sinthia, lost her husband at an early age and at 35 is still quite active. Frankie's parents are dead and as a condition of his inheritance at age 25, some years away, he must live with and be under the complete supervision of his strong willed Aunt Sinthia. Sinthia is a stunning woman, in great condition and possessed of a strong sense of style. She feels women should always look their best, that they should be dressed for power and that they were meant to be in control. As you might expect, she is addicted to leather, fur, and the most outrageous provocative high heels. Better yet, she wears them with a style and skill that would make Alexis Carrington envious!

----- CHAPTER 1

"Frankie...Come here this minute", Sinthia called from upstairs in her bedroom! "Yes ma'am", I replied, "I'm coming", I said as I rushed upstairs. I always hate it when she has that tone in her voice. She had just returned from a two day trip to San Francisco. I had been alone in the house while she was gone.

When I entered the room, I could see she was upset. Even though it was late spring and getting warm outside, there she was dressed in a really beautiful leather suit. The skirt was at least three inches above her knees and it was skin tight. As usual she had on black stockings and I knew from the many times I had seen her dressing, I knew they were tightly gartered. As always she had on those unbelievably high heels she loved so much. Like her friend Kay, from Sacramento, she had hundreds of pairs of heels in her closet and all of them, including the boots had those very high tiny heels.

"Frankie", she said with a questioning tone in her voice, "Has someone else been in the house while I was gone"? I answered, "No one except for Grace the cleaning lady. "Well, someone has been going through my dresser drawers. This is the second time this has happened while I have been away", she said with a hardening tone in her voice. "I don't understand how you can say that Aunt Sinthia. How can you tell", I asked. She beckoned me closer to her and I began to get nervous.

She was a gorgeous woman and had a pair of tits I could not believe. Once I had seen her dressing through a crack in the door and I was staggered. They were massive, but, very firm and very upright. All I had ever seen in the magazines I looked at were breasts that seemed to hang down but hers were Šlike upturned bulging melons with huge nipples. She always wore bras with holes cut out in them so her nipples poked through. She said to me once when I asked her why that "she liked to leave no mistake who was in charge!".

I didn't really understand that, but I guess it meant that if she had enough guts to show them that way, she wasn't afraid of anyone. Actually she wasn't afraid of anyone at all. She had a black belt in Karate and more than once I had seen her throw a man for a nasty fall. When she worked out with another woman, especially her friend Kay, a strange light seem to come on in their eyes.

Her suit top was just like a mans suit with a deep vee opening, only she always wore just a black lacy bra underneath. Sometime she wore those beautiful silk blouses, but more often than not, just a very light camisole or only her bra. I could see the deep dark vee her breasts formed as I moved closer.

When she talked to me like this I was supposed to be standing almost at attention, like when I was in that military academy. I could smell the leather and her perfume and they were overpowering. "Frankie", she started off, "were you a good boy while I was gone she asked with a mocking tone in her voice. My face began to get red and I was embarrassed. She used this approach to overpower me and I felt so humiliated and weak. "What do you mean Aunt Sinthia?", I said hoping I was not in trouble. "Step over to my dresser and open the top drawer", she said pointing to it with her index finger.

Her nails were always done so brightly and she wore them so long they were like claws. I felt weak in the knees as I moved over to the dresser. "What do I keep in the top drawer of my dresser Frankie", she asked again with a mocking tone. "You you keep you panti... panties and bras in the top drawer Aunt Sinthia", I answered. I was trembling from the pressure and she was having a ball. "What did I make you do when you dropped that load of wash last month Frankie? What was your punishment for being careless?" I answered with a real tremor in my voice and I could feel my face turn beet red. "I became responsible for washing them and putting them away neatly every week" "What else were you told about that Frankie", she asked.

"I was told that they had to be folded very neatly", I answered. "Does the drawer look neat now Frankie", she continued. "Doesn't it look messed up....as if someone had been rummaging around in there? I wonder who could have been so curious? Was it you Frankie? Did you feel the need to rummage through my panties? I was turning beet red and I knew she could see it. I felt mortified. She reached in the drawer and took out a really silky pair that had lace all over them.

"Aunt Sinthia, I don't know what you could mean. You know that even handling them embarrasses me. Why are you being so mean to me now?" I whined. "I guess I just like to see a high and mighty male teenager really understand what women have to put up with and more than that I love to see a man cry real tears", she said. With that, she began to rub the panties all over my face. I began to squirm and blush even more. "Do they smell good Frankie", she said. Of course they did....all her clothes did. "Well I think you were the one in my drawers so your washing duties will now include doing my stockings and it is now also your responsibility to keep the drawer neat at Šall times.

"Now, I have been on the road all day and my feet hurt. Go get your stool, and change into those Speedo trunks I bought you. Bring the large basin and the foot care tray from downstairs. Oh wonderful, I thought to myself, now this. I hated taking care of her feet and she knew it. She had such lovely legs and wore only the barest of thong panties, that I was in a constant nervous state. The worst thing was that Speedo bathing suit. It seemed as if she took the utmost delight in embarrassing me at every opportunity.

When I returned with everything, she was stripped to her bra garter belt, stockings and the thong bikini panties. She had on a short lace robe, but it concealed nothing. "Unhook my stockings and roll them down as I taught you. Make sure that you do not snag them", she said. She stood in front of me and I kneeled in front of her to do as I was told. My head began to swim and I broke out in a cold sweat. Her aroma was overpowering and I began to get an erection. It was so embarrassing because that Speedo bathing suit revealed everything. "I didn't give you permission to do that", she said. She reached for her clothes brush and whacked the head of my penis. It shrunk and I almost began to cry. I was trembling all over.

For the next hour I washed and then massaged her feet and her legs. I finished up with a soft skin cream rubbed in clear up to the crack of her thighs. All the while she was talking to me in that sexy soft voice of hers. It was like she was trying to seduce me. I got excited several times more but each time I was rewarded with the hair brush. After a while I was so sore that I couldn't have gotten excited on a dare. While I was massaging her legs we talked...or rather she talked and I listened. "How were your grades for this last quarter?", she asked. "About average, I replied, keeping my head down concentrating on my work. I really didn't want to look at her and talk about grades. I had barely missed getting two D's and I knew if she found out she would be furious.

"I talked to Mrs. Johnson, the Girls Vice Principal, this morning by cell phone on the way home. She said you were not living up to your potential and lacked both direction and discipline. She told me that Mr. Doren, the Boys Vice Principal had given up on you and that she had been asked to take over in his place. What do you have to say for yourself young man?", she asked. "I don't have anything to say for myself", I replied with my head still hung downward. It was bad enough that she knew of this but to also be assigned to the Girl's VP was even worse. How could she understand my lack of motivation especially since all she ever dealt with were girls.

"I am going to get you an attitude tutor who will also work on your weak subjects during this off period. You have three months till you go back to school for your Senior Year", she said. But Aunt Sinthia, I don't know why I am so blah on school, how can a tutor help me? I won't cooperate with the tutor cause I don't believe in it." She replied in a very firm voice, "with an attitude like that you won't get anywhere. In fact I am so angry that I am going to motivate you in a special way. If you get your head together and start to cooperate in one month, you'll regret it in ways you never even considered.

Just then the door bell rang and I was told to go answer it. "Go just as you are, there is no need for a robe", she said. I was really embarrassed at how Šskimpy the trunks were. I answered the door to find Aunt Sinthia's friend from Sacramento. Ms. Kay, walked right past me and went on in. "Where is she, upstairs?" she asked. I said "Yes Ma'am", and followed her upstairs.

She went on in to Aunt Sinthia's sitting room and they greeted each other like sisters. I was told to clean everything up and went about my business. Aunt Sinthia ended up telling her friend Kay all about my problem and her threat. Kay said, "I have a great idea, why not put her, excuse me I meant him in a position that really forces a decision". Aunt Sinthia asked what she meant and Kay said, "why don't I just show you". Aunt Sinthia agreed and with that Kay grabbed my arms and told Aunt Sinthia to grab my feet. I began to struggle but realized how helpless I was between these two very strong and determined women.

I was taken into my bedroom, where they sat me down in a chair. Kay stripped the covers off the bed and reached into her purse. "I always keep a pair of old stockings and panties in my purse for training aids", she said. The panties were slipped over my head blocking my view. I was dumped on the bed and they proceeded to tie my wrists to the bed post. Aunt Sinthia went back to her room and brought out another pair of stockings. Kay had her tie my ankles to the bed posts as well. I was so embarrassed that I began to cry. "Oh look she has..oopps I mean he has tears in his eyes. Isn't that adorable. Now lets strip off those trunks and get to work", Kay said to Aunt Sinthia.

"I still don't know what you have in mind Kay darling but this whole thing has really excited me", said Aunt Sinthia. In fact I would love to play if you are interested", she said to Kay. "Oooohhh I would love to said Kay, here, unhook me and help me off with my clothes". They were going to carry on right in front of me. That would be mortifying. Kay was as well endowed as Aunt Sinthia but she was also wearing a full length corset. Her waist was squeezed down so small that her bosom overflowed. I started to get excited again.

"Go get me your nail tray and some cotton strips", she said to Aunt Sinthia. She left and returned with the tray. They were both standing there, Aunt Sinthia with only the thong bikini and bra on and Kay in that corset gartered stocking and heels. Her bosom was simply spilling out of her bra. I could see all of this and it had me very excited. Kay said, "you get his nails ready for painting on the right foot and I'll do the left. Can you imagine the sight of these two beautiful women bent over filing and trimming my nails. Their bosoms jiggled and swayed as they worked quickly.

"Here's the plot my dear Sin ( she always called Aunt Sinthia "Sin"). I am sure he has things to do and people to see on the quarter break and since its summer, they'll want to go to the beach soon. If he doesn't change his attitude in a week, this can stay on till he does. He will have the crappiest summer of his life because there will be no place to go. When it comes time in a month for his annual physical, which he will need to be readmitted to school, he won't be able to go if we haven't removed this polish". Aunt Sinthia said, "I love it and it gives me another idea for the rest of this week to really reinforce it. We will go shopping at that new mall in Santa Clara, only it will be a special shopping trip for Francie!"

They finished preparing my toenails and started in. "First lets put on two Šcoats, no three of ridge filler. Then there will be no way to miss the gloss of the actual polish", said Aunt Sinthia. Half an hour later they started with the real polish. I like this Fire Ruby iridescent red", said Kay. Aunt Sinthia agreed and they proceeded to put on two coats of that. After half an hour while it set, they put on an acrylic top coat. "This will keep the polish hard and on no matter what he tries to do.

Aunt Sinthia said, "You know for this trip I think she needs a light coat of very pale pink polish on her fingernails". Kay agreed and they proceeded to file and shape my fingernails. They actually made them slightly pointed. They put several coats of a pale pink polish on them and then the acrylic overcoat. "Now people who pay attention will suspect a real 'sissy boy' and pay a lot more attention", said Kay. They put their stuff back in the tray and began to fondle and kiss each other.

Kay was really hot and it was obvious that they had been together before in this way. Aunt Sinthia was moaning and mewing as Kay's fingers slipped under the front of the bikini thong panty. Soon Aunt Sinthia was racked with spasms as she orgasmed. Kay was there lapping at her shaved pussy while my Aunt Sinthia twisted her fingers in Kay's gorgeous blond hair. I was embarrassed and humiliated beyond belief.

They left me tied that way for several hours. About 6 p.m., they untied me and allowed me to have a light supper. I hadn't noticed it because I had drifted off to sleep, but now I could see that my closet was virtually empty except for a pair of jeans, some kind of black shoes and a T shirt. Aunt Sinthia brought me a sleep shirt and said, "get to bed early, as we have a full day tomorrow. The sleep shirt was a huge pink one with some kind of figure painted on it. It certainly didn't look masculine at all but I had come to learn in this household, you do what the Mistress of the household says-or else.

The next morning I was told to shower and come down for breakfast. While I was in the shower washing the color of my toenails hit me. They were a wild sexy hot red color. I was so ashamed and embarrassed that they had done this to me. I looked for my bathrobe but found only a short colored silk one and my regular slippers were gone. In their place was a pair of soft cotton slipons that had a single wide band across the instep. They were in red and pink silk to match the robe.

As I went down the stairs to breakfast, I was shocked to find they had a guest. It was another woman and when I entered the dining area, I could tell she was looking me over carefully. "Good morning Francie darling", said Aunt Sinthia. I nodded my head meekly. "See how full his hair is", said Kay to the other woman. "Why yes, there is a wonderful amount to work with", she answered back.

Aunt Sinthia said, "this is your motivation tutor, Francie. Her name is Mistress Danielle and you are always to address her that way. She will start working with you tomorrow. We are going to be busy shopping today however".

Kay and Aunt Sinthia were already dressed for the day. Kay was in a leather jump suit that clung to her body like glue and Aunt Sinthia was in a white silk blouse with a red leather skirt. Both of them had heels on I couldn't even believe. I wondered what they had planned being dressed like that. Š With that introduction, the woman finished her coffee and left. "Now Francie" Aunt Sinthia said and I interrupted her. "Stop it right now. My name is Frankie...You are all crazy..I won't put up with this". Kay reached over to me and grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward her. She backed her chair up at the same time and pulled me over her lap. She reached in her purse and pulled out a long handled ruler like thing. Aunt Sinthia pulled up my little shortie robe exposing my bare bottom. Kay proceeded to give me the whipping of my life till I thought my bottom would burst into flames.

I tried to reach back and stop her but the blows came even harder. I gushed tears sobbing out my cries of pain. That seemed to excite her even more. Then with my bottom in flames, she began to knead and pinch my bottom. I was actually getting excited by the whole thing. All of a sudden, my fanny cheeks were pulled apart and in horror I felt ice cubes being pushed up my bottom. One, two, three, four, five, six and more. I tried to wiggle out of the way, but the spanking resumed till I was in flames. "Poor dear", said Kay to Aunt Sinthia, "she might leak today, get me a Tampon". This was the ultimate humiliation, I thought. Aunt Sinthia came back saying, "I only have Supers". "That will do just fine till tonight", said Kay, "Push it in Sin dear". Then that horrible feeling I had never experienced before. They pushed it deep inside of me. I could feel the little string between my flaming cheeks.

I was given no relief however. I was led upstairs to my bedroom. On the bed I found what I described earlier. A pair of jeans and a skimpy T-shirt. I couldn't really tell much about the jeans except that they had no back pockets and no belt loops. The T shirt was kind of light weight and a had a little pink bow at the neck. The bow was real tiny but it was there. There were no sleeves on the T shirt. The shoes were like men's loafers but had a big kiltie flap on them and almost no heel. They were maroon colored and had little black patent inserts on the flap. I realized they were girl's loafers. There was a pair of multi colored nylon panties laying on the bed as well. I started to get very red in the face. "You don't expect me to wear those things do you", I pleaded. "Well, you could wear these skin tight jeans instead ", said Aunt Sinthia.

"We could make her wear pantyhose under the jeans", said Kay but Aunt Sinthia said no "she is going to shop for her own". I was told to take off my robe which I did but by now I was blushing beyond belief. "I just realized", said Aunt Sinthia, "He can't go around in that T shirt with that underarm hair. We'll have to shave his underarms immediately". I was dragged back into the bathroom and made to shave my underarms till they were smooth as silk.

Then I was taken back to the bedroom and told to put on the panties. i did and immediately got an erection from the smooth silky feeling. Once again, Aunt Sinthia's hairbrush was swung sharply and my erection died but my tears flowed. I was given the jeans to put on which I did. At least they were ok. Then I was handed a pair of little socks with a large lace ruffle top. "Here put these on and fold the lace ruffle down nicely", said Aunt Sinthia. I was in deep shock and blushing beyond belief. Tears rolled down my cheeks all the while. I slipped the loafers on and then the T Shirt as I was told.

I was led over to the full length mirror and almost died. The lower half from waist to foot was very natural for a young girl but only barely for a Šyoung man. From the waist up it was too easy to see sissy boy written all over me. I tried to protest and say no. First I was rewarded with a sever caning by Kay. My bottom ached by this time. I felt all plugged up with those ice cubes and the Tampon. When I asked about that, Aunt Sinthia said, "you can always go to the lady's room and 'change' your Tampon my dear, but I will inspect you at home and if you haven;'t replaced it, you'll get the beating of your life. Personally, I wouldn't go in a ladies room looking as unfeminine as you do however". Kay came over and began to tease and fluff my hair. Kay sprayed it and put some clear lip gloss on me. My natural color was crimson red and tears and that's exactly how I felt.

"She has no purse, no ID, nothing at all", said Aunt Sinthia. "That makes her just perfect for a day at the mall" said Kay. If she runs away from us she has no way to get home or anything but arrested! Unceremoniously, I was dragged from the house to Kay's red Lincoln Town Car. It was only 9:00 a.m. and we were on the road to Santa Clara. As we drove over the hill, I had time to think interspersed with comments from Aunt Sinthia. I realized I was totally at their mercy. In a moment I could be on my way to jail. I had no choice but to do exactly as I was told all day. I was so terribly uncomfortable with that plug up my bottom, but at least i wasn't leaking from the melting ice cubes.

Aunt Sinthia started off saying, "Francine, today you are going to have to exert some initiative today when we are shopping because if you don't, you will either be arrested for impersonating a woman or beaten up by men or both. If you are arrested, I will have to let you go to jail and there they like boy-girls. We are putting you in the position of having to make an alternate choice to how you have been living or you will live the way you end up today. When we tell you to do something today or we suggest it or ask if 'you wouldn't like to...', we expect you to accept our 'recommendation'. We expect you to smile nicely and say how happy you are to accept our coaching and ideas. If you don't we will take you someplace where the changes will be made more permanent and far more dramatic".

She continued, " I have your shopping list here and we will not go home till its complete. Kay and I have overnight bags in the trunk so we will be able to stay in Santa Clara for the week if necessary. Since you don't have any clothes with you, we will be shopping today and tomorrow for your whole week away. You'll need all kinds of clothes since this is also a vacation for all of us. We will not be returning to Santa Cruz until your shopping is done or you are permanently taken care of!" Kay added, "I absolutely delight in giving public whippings and nothing lights my fire like embarrassment and humiliation of 'boy toys' in public. Your tears and shame are my aphrodisiacs so be warned."

Aunt Sinthia started to cover the list with me. She read each item slowly emphasizing the words and licking her lips mischievously as she read on.

"Bras- oh yes dear you most certainly need bras", she said emphasizing the plural. "I think several with one in black, one in red and one in pink. You'll need at least three in white for school this fall". "Oh no I'm not wearing any girls clothes to school", I yelled out. I was rewarded with a stinging slap across the mouth. "I'm sorry ma'am", I stuttered with tears again flowing. "Well you know the colors that are needed, you'll have to pick them out yourself and for that outburst young lady we'll double the numbers!", she said. I was blushing again and they loved it.

"Next there will be panties and you'll need at least two dozen in assorted colors and styles". Kay chimed in, "I just love those high thigh cut French panties and we'll have to get her some thong style. I think the boys call them 'butt floss' panties don't they Sin?". I was beginning to tremble and twitch from all this and we had only been on the road for fifteen minutes. Were they going to torture me for the next two hours all the way to Santa Clara I wondered. What kind of women did this to men?

"My dear Francine, you'll also need garter belts, just like mine, stockings and pantyhose as well. I know, ... we'll stop at the discount mall and you can browse to your hearts content getting all these undies and stockings you'll need for vacation. The girls at the Hanes store will be very helpful, especially when they realize that you are a sissy boy shopping for yourself. Kay and I will be in the store but we won't get involved unless we have to", continued Aunt Sinthia. Kay said, "ooh I am getting squishy just thinking of her torment and embarrassment. We can stay in that store for an hour if necessary can't we Sin? After all we have all week if necessary and as I said, whatever Francie needs she can buy so we really don't have any time limit do we. Who knows maybe we'll meet some people and can also have some real hot social time".

Aunt Sinthia quickly read off the rest of the list and I panicked. "Let's see there's also makeup and a make over, blouses, skirts, shoes, purses, earrings, a manicure, wash, cut and set that you need. There is a great gay hairstylist who owns a shop in the mall. They specialize in new wave styling. You'll also need sweats and a sexy jogging outfit as well as a leotard and aerobic shoes, shorts and some of those hot shorts called 'Daisy Dukes', summer sandals especially those sexy ones with the pretty stones and very bare straps on them. We probably ought to get you some luggage and of course you'll need a new wallet for your new ID.

I began to tremble at the thought of shopping for those items and the words "new ID" made me crazy inside. The part that worried me the most was actually going through the act of purchasing them. I mean why would any guy be shopping for such things? I would be so embarrassed and humiliated each time I bought something feminine. Well, I thought to myself, all I had to do was go from store to store and order each thing delivered to Aunt Sinthia's home. All I had to worry about was the ridiculous clothes I was wearing. I was so embarrassed by the things they had me wearing. Thank god at least no one could see my toes.

Finally after more than an hour of emotional and verbal torture, we arrived in the San Jose area. We stopped along the way at one of those Road Side Rest Areas. I was told to use the men's room at which I panicked. I tried to argue with Aunt Sinthia. She grabbed me and pulled me over her lap. Kay unfastened my jeans in front, and pulled them down over my bottom. next she pulled the panty girdle down exposing my bare bottom. She took out a hair brush and paddled me viciously for more than ten minutes. My bottom was scorched to say the least and I was bawling like a baby. Kay pulled my panty girdle up and then my jeans. I was told to zip them and do what I was told.

"Why do I have to go to the men's room looking like this?", I cried. "I am so embarrassed and humiliated by all this. Why do you take such pleasure in torturing me with all this? I didn't do anything to deserve this". They would have no end of it. Aunt Sinthia said, "you have done nothing but screw off all year. Your teachers are at their wits end with your lack of direction. You can't figure out what you want to do. you are disrespectful to women and especially to me. Now do you want to hear more!"

Aunt Sinthia was furious and I could tell there was no arguing with her. "I don't know what I want to do or be for that matter", I cried with tears in my eyes. "I am so mixed up about life. I don't seem to have any success with girls and I really don't understand them". I was sobbing throughout this whole affair and so terribly embarrassed. There were people all around us. I could see some of the men and women pointing at me and laughing. "Please take me away from here, please please", I sobbed. Kay said to me, "come on with me to the ladies room, I have to pee and you can wipe me after I am done then we'll go on to Santa Clara and you can do your shopping.

I followed her into the ladies bathroom and went potty myself. There was no urinal and I realized I would have to sit to pee just like her. When I was done I flushed and left the stall. Kay called me in to her stall and had me wipe her pussy. "That's right Francie, wipe it with the paper till I am dry." We left the stall and went to wash. "A woman always washers her hands after going potty. Were not like those filthy me", she said. I smiled and nodded my agreement. "let me touch up your hair and lips", she said. I smiled weakly as she picked out my hair even more than it was before. She handed me a tube of lip gloss showing me how to extend it. I noticed it had a red tinge to it. "That's it... carefully follow the contour of your lips", she said.

As we got back in the car, Aunt Sinthia said, "I don't want another episode like that at any time. If you do, we'll just leave you to the mercy of the locals. As punishment for that outburst you will have something special added to your list. Now, what is your name", she asked. I knew she wanted me to say Francie. I tried to avoid her eyes in the rear view mirror but she had me. "Come on say it or get another punishment and another whipping .... NOW!", she barked at me. "My name is Francie", I said. She complimented me and said that I was making progress. Toward what I wondered to myself.

The rest of the ride to Santa Clara was pretty much in silence. I was deep in thought. The tight panty girdle was crushing me and cutting into my thighs. The jeans which were tight in the hips and tummy, made it impossible to breathe normally. I found myself breathing in shorter breaths using my upper chest. Finally we arrived at the Mall. It was huge and there were people everywhere. It was a Thursday but it looked like a Saturday from the business. I saw so many teenage girls and they all looked so attractive. The guys were everywhere and they looked normal, not like me.

Aunt Sinthia parked the car at the outside edge of the parking area. That only meant we had a long way to walk. "You know Francie, if you walk slouched like that everyone will notice how out of place you look. Try moving your hips more and push them forward so at least you won't be read for what you really are so easily. I did my best and there seemed to be a little change. Once inside the mall we went to the directory. "Well I see at least 20 or 30 stores I want to visit", said Aunt Sinthia. Off we went to our first stop a shoe store.

It was real high class and filled with lots of people. The saleswoman came over to us and asked if she could help us. Aunt Sinthia said, "yes..can you fit my "sissy boy" with a pair of those pretty sandals there?". She was pointing to a pair of flat sandals with very small straps and little chains and bright stones over the instep. " Let me measure her , oops I'm sorry 'him' and I'll try", said the sales girl. "Francie, sit down and take off your shoes and socks like a good sissy", said Aunt Sinthia. I was beet red but by now I was in no mood for another humiliating spanking in public. I sat down slipped out of the loafers and took off my socks. The bright red toenails flashed and glinted in the bright store lights.

"Oh what a hot color that is", said the sales girl. "I never would have guessed a 'girl' like you would have gone for that hot a color-at least not the way you are dressed". Aunt Sinthia said I had a lot of different sides to me. The sales girl measured my foot and it turned out to be a size 8. She came back with the pair and gave them to me to try on saying, "here try these and I'll be back. With a color like that, I have just the heels for this sissy to try on". Aunt Sinthia said to me, "Francie, slip those sandals on and buckle them". I did and then she said to walk around in them and go over to the mirror.

I did as I was told but I was trembling inside and blushing beyond belief. The sales girl came back carrying a box. "Those look great, but you really should have on some shorts with them , perhaps some really short Daisy Dukes, and a gold ankle bracelet for sure". She opened the box displaying a pair of high heels for Aunt Sinthia and Kay to see. "These have a 4 inch heel and this wonderful full open toe cutout. As you can see, it shows three full toes and a hint of the fourth toe. Not many women can wear this but I think your 'niece' would be smashing in them. Shall we try them on her", she concluded.

Aunt Sinthia said, "she doesn't wear many heels yet so she may have difficulty in that height, but lets see them on her. I realize we don't have stockings with us, but isn't that style often worn barefoot?, she added. The sales girl replied, "yes in fact it is said that European women wear these to allow a lover to worship their toes even when they are out for an evening". I tried the heels on as I was directed and when I stood I almost tripped. Slowly I was led to the mirror by the salesgirl. "See how sexy they look. These will drive a man crazy and I know you'll just love that" she said. Kay said, "look what they do to her ass and leg line.

Now That's the look I want on her, don't you Sinthia? Leave those on and keep walking in them Francie so you'll get used to them", she said turning to me. I was blushing so much that the sales girl said, "I'll bet she makes a pretty girl and I have just the male friend for her. He is 34 and he loves sissy boys but he is so horny I would worry about her if she went out with him. I mean he gets off three or four times and dumps a real load in a girl. He is so over endowed it is unbelievable". Aunt Sinthia said, "Let me have your name and number. We are here for a week and she may need a date for a movie or dancing". The sales girl gave her a piece of paper and showed her a picture of the guy. He was in a football uniform and looked huge. I'm sure it was just the protector that made his crotch look so big. I just began to tremble inside at the very thought of going out with a man. She had said his name was John and that he was 6'4 and "built like a brick you know what"

Aunt Sinthia said about the spike heels, "I wish we could have her wear them for the rest of the day, but we'll have her change into them when we need the effect". They paid for the shoes after telling me to change into my loafers and socks. I did as I was told when Aunt Sinthia said, "oh she needs a purse to go with those. I think something in a little shoulder bag with the long shoulder strap." The sales girl found just what Aunt Sinthia wanted and I had my first purse.

The next shop we went to was Frederick's of Hollywood where Aunt Sinthia wanted me to shop for undies. I wanted to protest, but the plug in my bottom and the hot red fanny I still felt, made me think twice. When we walked in a large, well dressed, but very severe looking, woman came over to us. "May I help you ladies", she said. Aunt Sinthia explained that she was here shopping with her 'sissy nephew' and how she expected him to make a large purchase for himself. This made me really blush but the worst was yet to come. "He is contemplating a lifestyle change and I want him to 'fully' experience what that lifestyle would really mean", said Aunt Sinthia. The saleslady responded with, "how wonderful of your new 'niece' to consider changing over to the real world of feminine life. I can't tell you how lucky you are that I am working today. I specialize in training sissies for their Mistresses", she concluded.

With a very warm understanding smile toward the woman, Aunt Sinthia said firmly to me, "tell the saleslady each thing that you want and ask her for permission to try each on. Ask her if she has other suggestions for you as well and follow her guidance completely. We will return in an hour to see the results. Here is your credit card Francie". I stammered, "where... where are you going? I can't do this alone, I don't know what to do". With that Aunt Sinthia handed me a short list. "You ask for each thing yourself Francie ... now show some initiative or I will think up something even worse for you!" With that she spun on her heel, saying to Kay, "let's go have coffee and see if that shoe sales girl can meet us tonite".

"My name is Ms. Amanda, and I expect to be treated with respect as well as obeyed without question", she said to me. "Your Aunt Sinthia is quite right to make sure you get the full experience, but I am pleased that this is something you want to do on your own". I responded, "well I'm not sure yet but I am truly bound to obey my Aunt Sinthia, without hesitation so let's get on wit it". I blushed badly as I started to read from the list, realizing that Aunt Sinthia would question Amanda about how I handled the requests and everything. it was so embarrassing.

"I need three white bras for school, a black one, a red one and a pink one", I said terribly embarrassed. Amanda said, "what size do you wear and what style do you like best". I had to reply and stammered, "I don't know I have never worn a bra". "We can solve all of that", she said, " lift up your T shirt and I'll measure you". "Right here in front of everyone", I whined, "they'll all realize these are for me. It will be so humiliating and I'm scared".

Amanda reached up under my T shirt and grabbed my nipple and pinched it hard pulling on it and said, "if you don't do exactly as I say, I will turn you over my knee this minute". The pain was intense as she twisted my nipple viciously. Tears came to my eyes but I lifted my T shirt. The one nipple was bright red and swollen from her treatment. "Hmm, we'll have to treat the other nipple to the same", she said. She placed the tape measure around my chest just about two inches under the nipple and said, "my dear 'girl' you are just a bare 35 inches and of course an A cup. "Follow me", she said.

We walked over to a set of drawers where there were many bras. I think you need several which are lace and cannot be seen through too easily, however, I think your Aunt Sinthia will want you also to have ones which are very sheer and revealing. I've met women like her before and they take great pleasure in tit torture to stimulate their playthings. She will want to see a truly red and rich nipple on you". She took several white bras from different boxes and told me to go in the dressing room and she would come in to examine me.

I found an open dressing room and went in. I tried fastening one on myself but I was all thumbs due to my trembling. She came in to the dressing room and said, "no silly girl, here's how you fasten a bra. I did as she showed me and stood up straight for her to examine me. After checking the first bra she had me do each of the white ones in turn. Then she said, "lets look at some of the colored ones and you can try them on also". I started to put my T shirt back on but she said no, just to follow her.

We left the dressing room with me in a state of nervous excitement. There were two young women in the store and when they saw me they started pointing and laughing. I was so mortified I tried to hide. Ms. Amanda pulled out several black bras and several in red and pink. She made me try all of them on and I ended up with three of each of them as well. Then Ms Amanda said, "how are you going to control your figure dear girl?" She took me to another area in the store and selected a white and a black corset from the boxes. Each had six garters on it and looked horribly severe.

I was led back to the dressing room and she placed it around my waist. "Those jeans will have to come off for this to work", she said. I was in shock but she would have no part of my protests. I took off my jeans exposing the multi color panties I had been made to wear. "Ooh, they are cute and so feminine", she said. "Are you sure you haven't done this before? By the way, is that pink polish on your fingernails? Why you really are the sissy boy aren't you. Those socks will have to go for this outfit however. Now put that black bra on the way I showed you"

What did she mean by that I wondered. She called out, "Jani, come here please and help me". A pretty woman about 24 appeared and looked in. "Oh" she exclaimed to which Amanda replied, "its ok we are just getting a bunch of goodies for this big sissy boy". Get me some white stockings and some black stockings about size 8, sheer toe in both and trashy heel style with seams in the black. See if we have some in pink and red also for the other outfits. He'll need them to make this corset fit properly. I felt like I was going to faint from embarrassment. Ms. Amanda told me to reach up high and grab the railing up on the wall. Then she began to lace the white corset around me; tighter and tighter she pulled. At one moment I thought I could feel her knee in my back. Good, she said, and tied the laces off. "There, now you have a proper figure for a woman". Oh god, I could hardly breathe and felt like I was getting dizzy. I was beet red and so terribly embarrassed at all this.

Jani came back with the stockings and exclaimed, "my my you've really changed her shape haven't you". I was told to sit down and slip on the stockings. When I said I had never done this before, Ms Amanda coached me through it. I felt humiliated and degraded that I couldn't even do this right. Then I stood up and she fastened the stockings to all six garters on each leg. "Did, you Aunt Sinthia have you bring any heels with you today", she asked. "There are a pair of red heels in that bag of mine", I told her quite afraid of what was coming next. "Put them on and model for me". I found the bag and did my best to slip into the heels. I couldn't bend over too easily and needed help from Ms. Amanda.

Finally I had them on. "Jani get me a white short slip, about 19 inches, with double side slits and a white lace camisole", she said to her assistant. Jani brought these to her and she had me slip both on. I stood in front of the mirror but you really couldn't see the full effect no matter how far I backed up. "Come with me", she said leading me out of the room. I cringed at the showing of myself in this condition but I was left no choice.

I was led to the large mirror in the back of the shop and told to stand straight, turn, walk and then to sit. "See how the slip shows the garters and stocking tops just a bit", said Amanda. Jani nodded and said, "but doesn't she look awfully wanton that way. Wow just think of how the black or red outfits will show her off. I'm jealous", she said. Amanda said, "You know, she needs that special fanny girdle, the one with the cutouts that expose the cheeks and push them up and out". Jani agreed and went to get ones in all the colors we were looking at. That was even more humiliating.

Amanda said, "Jani, take her back to the dressing room, get those panties off and squeeze her into the white panty girdle. Make sure it goes up under the corset so we get a full bare fanny" If you need help call me and I'll come in and help". Jani led me back to the dressing room. Now I was panicked as I had nothing on under the panties. I mean my puny dick would be exposed for her to laugh at. I was starting to tremble and ready to cry again. How could my Aunt Sinthia put me through such hell.

Once in the dressing room, I was told to unhook the garters and remove my panties. Jani busied herself loosening the corset. Finally I was given the special panty girdle with the fanny cutout and told to squeeze into it. That's putting it mildly. It was so tight and the fanny support bands were so strong. After a lot of struggling I got it on, but it nearly choked me in the crotch. "You'll have to reach in and tuck your privates under between your legs", said Jani. I did as I was told and was even more uncomfortable, but all of a sudden there was no male bulge.

Jani began to pull at my fanny cheeks forcing them out of the opening. I looked in the mirror and saw a very exaggerated fanny beneath the corset edge. It was very exciting and left me with a strange feeling. Then Jani started in again with the laces as Amanda had done again it was tighter and tighter as she pulled. Once again at one moment I thought I could feel her knee in my back. Good, she said, and tied the laces off. "There, once again you have the proper figure for a woman".

Just about then Aunt Sinthia and Kay returned and they had several bags with them. Amanda showed them in to the dressing room and they were overwhelmed. "My my Amanda, you have done wonders with my sissy boy. He looks very real and quite attractive just as he is". Turning to me Aunt Sinthia said, "We just came from coffee with the girl from the shoe store. She has made arrangement for her friend John to join us tonite for a drink and she has told him all about this fabulous new girl she met at the store. I'm sorry to say he's quite sexually active and very much into she males".

"Amanda", she said, "How are we doing on panties, nighties and other goodies? Oh and by the way, with that waistline, she can't wear her jeans out, do you have some really skin tight jeans that would fit her new shape. And while you are at it, I think she needs some bustline but not too much. I still like the hint of maleness in her so people are suspicious. The blush of embarrassment and shame are so attractive on Francie don't you think? Amanda agreed and sent Jani scurrying off for bast forms and some "sexy tight jeans or slacks". Jani returned with several pairs of jeans and one pair of stretch slacks with stirrups. Aunt Sinthia chose one pair of jeans and handed them to me saying, "squeeze into these dear girl".

I noticed that the jeans had very narrow legs and little pink stitching on the seams. I recoiled in horror as I noticed that the ankles had zippers. After taking off the half slip, I started to pull the jeans on but they were so skin tight they almost stopped my breathing. As it was the corset had me gasping for breath. The special cutout panty girdle had my cheeks completely defined but the jeans actually had fanny pockets in them. I had an ass to rival any girl's.. The jeans were short enough that the end of the leg left lots of room to see my stocking. Then they had me put the socks back on that had the ruffled cuffs. They zipped the zippers closed and had me walk over to the mirror.

Kay said, "now all she needs is a new top and some white flats. But first Amanda, do you have one of those little collars with the rhinestones on them like the rich people put on their dogs? Why don't we go back next door to the shoe shop and see what Gina can fit her with. In the meantime Francie, put the T shirt back on. Your bra side will show through the arm hole and that will excite some people". Aunt Sinthia said "ok" and that she would be there as soon as she took care of the bill here. As I left I heard Aunt Sinthia saying to Ms Amanda, I want full sets of all the items in each color-black, red, pink, white and a dozen pair of hose in each color. We'll take that nightie set and the peignoir. Let me have the fluffy mules in black and red. We'll be back tomorrow for a French Maid's costume as well". Amanda said "No we don't have collars but their is a pet shop here in the mall and I know they will have them in various colors". Aunt Sinthia said, "thanks we'll try that soon. I think we need to be sending that message to the right type of person who might recognize her value"

We went back to the shoe shop and found Gina. "Well hello and wow, what have they done to your figure?" she exclaimed. Kay said, "well we have finally gotten this sissy boy into shape for the rest of our shopping this week!" Gina responded, I should say so but you'll need some different shoes for that outfit. I think you should start her off in white kid pumps with the little sissy two inch heel for sure". Kay agreed and Gina went to get a pair. When she came back she had four boxes with her.

First she pulled out a pair of white kid pumps, with a little gold filigree at the toe and a two inch heel. I slipped them on and stood up. Oh they were so much easier than the four inch heels I had earlier been forced to wear. Gina brought out a gold ankle chain and fastened it around my left ankle. It glittered brightly in the lights.

"See there is just a hint of naughtiness in the chain. That will attract the male attention you need to train this sissy into a true submissive toy", she said to Kay. Then she took out a pair of pristine white and gold spike heels that were so high they scared me. They had to be five inches high but the worst part was the very tiny base. I mean how could any girl stand still in them. Her walk would end up so provocative and sexy, she would look just like a real tramp.

I was made to try them on but I could barely stand in them. Lastly, Gina mad me try on a pair of white bare strap sandals equally high and offering even less support. Then, she brought out a black pair with an even higher and thinner heel. I tried those on but was almost crippled. "Too bad, they are going to be yours for tonite", said Kay. Kay said we would take all three pairs. Gina said, "the white sandals are catch me come fuck me heels and even worn in bed by the hookers. It really excites their customers if a woman digs them into their legs while being screwed!". I had no idea what was coming next! Just then Aunt Sinthia came in and saw the sandals. "Oh yes they are hot and they say sex!", she exclaimed. We'll take all four pairs". I could see Kay smiling when she said that.

Our next stop was a shop that had really hot clothes, but Aunt Sinthia and Kay were worried that I still had not gotten the large collection of panties they felt I would need for "school". I could have cared less. The corset and panty girdle were killing me and the jeans were so tight I could barely move in them. Thank god the heels were only two inches. In reality they were a blessing. A sales girl came up to me and said what can we show you ma'am. Aunt Sinthia said, "tell her that you need some short denim skirts, some blouses and a white dress suit. Don't forget I want all your skirts to be at least six inches above the knee".

I turned to the girl and said "I was looking for some denim skirts- short and snug for summer wear and some bare tops as well as some blouses. My aunt says I should wear my skirts shorter than I like so that why we are here". The sales girl asked my size and I said, "you better measure me as I have lost some weight". She measured and said "I have just the things for you" and went to get them. When she returned she had half a dozen skirts, tops and blouses. Aunt Sinthia said, "go try each one on and model it for me Francie dear". Once again, I was starting to blush. I did what I was told and came out with the first skirt and top. It was really short and my stocking tops showed. "Well you won't be in garters and stockings all the time dear so those will do, especially for school. My your ass looks really great doesn't it Kay", she said.

The sales girl gave me more outfits and I modeled each one. The blouses were really silky and we took three of them. We ended up with three skirts and three blouses along with two tank tops all in very feminine colors. Then we went next door to Marianne's . They hadn't the right white suit at the other store but here they had a doozer. Tight, short straight skirt and wide lapel jacket. I was given a silk teddy to wear underneath and it was a perfect combination. "I think you'll wear that to cocktails one of these nights on our trip", said Aunt Sinthia, "We'll take it". The sales girl said, as she was wrapping everything up, "I don't know how you can be so tightly corsetted ma'am. I thought girls our age never wore such things". Aunt Sinthia said, "well I argue with her also, but she insists that she must have a perfect figure and that she will do anything for that... isn't that true Francine?" I had no choice but to agree.

Kay said, "I think its time for lunch and I need a stop at the ladies room. How about you Francie?" I knew what she was up to. "I'm ok right now I said in my best firm feminine voice. "Ok but don't say we didn't warn you or give you the opportunity", she said with a wicked grin. She went off to the ladies room and I cornered Aunt Sinthia. "How much longer is this going to continue and how much more do we have to humiliate me." She said, without batting an eyelash, "you've a long way to go Francine!"

"I told you that Ms. Johnson was very firm in her feelings about your lack of motivation and direction. For the rest of the summer we are going to work on your motivation and direction. You are going to have several alternatives to consider and when the summer is over you'll have to make a choice. If you haven't made a choice, then we will assume that you want me to make that choice. It is my intention to show you what my possibilities may be. What happens to you is really up to you, every day in fact, so pay attention to my words."

I tried to respond to what she said. "But do I have to continue like we have so far today? I am miserable in this corset and my fanny feels so odd. I am so humiliated by the way people are talking about me and the way they look at me. I'm not sure who thinks I am what? I mean, my face is obviously a man's face especially without makeup and those women in the stores made me feel like a total sissy after you told them". Aunt Sinthia replied, "well you are a sissy boy right now and will be till I let you be otherwise, but you'll have to beg and plead for more than this".

Kay returned saying, "oh there's nothing like a good pee when you really have to". Aunt Sinthia said, "I'm sure Francie will learn that in time. Let's have lunch why don't we. We went into a restaurant and were seated in a booth. When the menus came, Kay said, "I'll order for Francie". The waitress said fine and took out her pad. "Kay said, "She'll have half a grapefruit, some grapefruit juice and some salad with vinegar and oil dressing-light on the oil. Oh an water all around as well as coffee". She ordered a nice juicy hamburger for herself and so did Aunt Sinthia. I questioned her saying, "Why so little for me and isn't that much grapefruit a diuretic?". She answered that it was necessary to make sure my complexion stayed clear. The meal came and I ate what little there was for me. Aunt Sinthia said, "I want you to drink all that water and juice dear girl, its important for your body and especially your skin". I did as I was told and could feel myself filling up!

We paid for our meal and left headed for the next shop. It turned out to be Clothes Time and once again I was blushing. They picked out half a dozen party dresses and some every day "work clothes" as they called them. I was forced to try each dress on and to model it for them. Aunt Sinthia selected three dresses and then came the "work clothes". "I am arranging a summer job for you", said Aunt Sinthia, "so you'll need some clothes for that. We'll start off today with some skirts and tops and tomorrow and the next day we'll round out everything. I am sure glad your trust account is so fat!", she concluded.

We went over to the skirt rack and she selected half a dozen styles, all short and bare, for me to "try on". I went back into the dressing room and slipped out of my jeans. Aunt Sinthia handed me the spike heeled white pumps we had bought from Gina and said, "wear these with the skirt so I can see the leg and fanny line in proper proportion". I slipped into the skirt realizing it was a stretch skirt which clung to my body following every curve. It tucked way under hugging the bottom of my ass! I slipped on the heels and almost fell over trying to walk.

When I stepped out of the dressing room, I realized how poor the T shirt top looked. Aunt Sinthia commanded, "stand up straight and push your hips forward when you walk! That's better...Look Kay", she said, "it really shows her sexy ass and that bare fanny panty really gives her a lot of 'rumble seat'. The boys will love it... she'll always have a full dance card". I was blushing so badly from all this. The sales girls said, "I don't know how you can wear heels like that, I couldn't. What kind of work do you do that calls for that look?" Aunt Sinthia responded, "she's going to be a cocktail waitress at the bowling alley in Santa Cruz.

"Won't she be on her feet for most of her shifts?, asked the sales girl. "Yes, but she so much wants to attract men, as clients, and for that matter other women, that she'll do anything to attract attention. that's why we are after the really body hugging skirts and sexy tops", answered Kay. Aunt Sinthia added, "honey we're professional girls and she does tricks for me at $200 an hour. She gives the best head in the business.. .don't you Francie", she said as she turned to me. I was mortified, but because of the whipping I had received earlier, I replied, "yes".

The girl knew exactly what we needed and she proceeded to bring me hotter and hotter items to try on. It never seemed to end and the pile of clothes we were taking didn't end either. Kay said, "you know, we need some heels in other colors and some more casual clothes. I am also worried about body hair and the other things on your list. There's also the problem of tonite and our cocktail dates. We really ought to get on with things". We finally finished up at Clothes Time and headed for the car to store our purchases in the trunk.

Then it was back to the mall. My feet hurt from the way those low white pumps squeezed my foot. I dare not complain I realized, as who knows what they would do next. "I have to go to the bathroom Aunt Sinthia", I said. "Sorry dear girl, you had your chance. We can't spare the time". Our next stop was an earring place. I was told to look at different styles while Kay and Aunt Sinthia talked to the proprietor. Kay took my hand and led me to the back room of the shop sitting me down in a chair that looked like a barber chair. All of a sudden, my wrists were strapped to the chair by Aunt Sinthia and Kay. The girl who came in fastened a large belt around my waist holding me tightly in the chair.

She said to Aunt Sinthia, "you're sure you want triples?". Aunt Sinthia told her, "positive, but I want the bottom ones to be set up so different sets of actual earrings can be added to them and I want a loop firm enough that would take several pairs of much longer heavy ones!" The girl said ok and took out a bunch of instruments. She cleansed my ears and proceed to punch holes through each lobe. I squealed at the sharp pain and a kind of euphoria swept over me as she inserted the special studs.

"Ma'am, this first stud has a special loop on it that will allow you to hook as many as four pairs of heavy drop earrings on each side to create whatever effect you wish. This will give you the ability to send any message to someone you might wish to. The pain from the insertion was intense and then subsided. "You won't be able to remove these 14 karat studs, but the rings will be removable. I am afraid these studs will be with you for life, but that's what your guardian said you wished", she continued. "These next piercings are 1 carat CZ studs and they are removable. The last set of piercings are black and they depict two rings with crosses on them , the feminine sex symbols, intertwined to show the pairing of two female personalities. They are very popular with our lesbian customers, if fact they use them as recognition signs. I am sure you will be hit on by many a pretty lesbian and as well some really masculine women". She next pierced me for the CZ studs and then the sex symbol studs.

"You guardian has requested that these also be non removable so I have made them permanent", she said. I didn't know what to say. I was in shock. This had all transpired in a matter of 15 minutes. I was marked for life as a result. "These must be cleansed with alcohol three times daily for the next few weeks until the holes are healed and of course that will sting. Your guardian has selected this pair of drop earrings for today. They were metal, of course, with little wind chime like parts and I suspected that they made noise when a person moved. She has also chosen several other pairs. She showed them to me. They all looked so large and heavy.

She hooked the pair Aunt Sinthia had chosen onto the loops and released them. Their weight was a surprise. She held a mirror for me to look at myself. I had to turn my head to see the earrings and the movement made them tug heavily at my ear lobes. True to my expectation, they tinkled like wind chimes. Wonderful, I thought, more torture to endure and of course I new I would be getting lots of attention due to the tinkling every time I moved my head the slightest bit.

I was released from the chair and told to "Stand up straight and push your hips forward like I've been telling you!", yelled Aunt Sinthia. She reached in her purse and took out a leather hand whip. Savagely, she slashed me across the bottom. I yelped in pain as she did it. She turned to the girl and said, "you know with these sissy 'boys' , you have to keep them in line. They think being a woman is so easy... they have no idea what we go through!

The girl said, "I thought his face looked awfully masculine, but how did you achieve the figure?". Aunt Sinthia said, "he'll be happy to show you, won't you Francie. Take off your T shirt and your jeans and show this young lady how you are figure trained." I whined, "please don't make me humiliate myself any more, please!". The whip slashed again and I jumped in pain.

I lifted up the T shirt top exposing my bra and falsies. She began to snicker and giggle. I started to get a tear in my eye. "Now the jeans, you little slutty sissy", said Aunt Sinthia. I unzipped the jeans and let them slide to my ankles. Aunt Sinthia said, "don't you just love the way she drops her pants on command?". The sales girl said, "oh I love the corset, but isn't it too loose on him. I mean it seems to have at least an inch here in back that you take up". Aunt Sinthia said, "now unzip your ankles and take off the jeans and your socks. I want her to see your lovely pedicure through the white hose".

Turning back to the sales girl, who was exploring the garters and saying, "these garters get me all hot. Do you mind if I examine how well he is 'tucked'?". "Be my guest", said Aunt Sinthia at which point the girls hand explored my crotch. Her fingers probed, intentionally trying to excite me. She found the head of my sex and then to my great shock pinched it violently! I almost bent over double in pain. She said, "I hate men and I just love to inflict as much embarrassment and pain on them as it is possible to do". With that she pinched me again even more viciously. Tears gushed.

Then she reached up under my bra and started on one nipple. She pinched, squeezed and then her nail dug in painfully. "You know, we can arrange nipple piercing if you wish", said the girl. My poor member began to weep and a moist spot appeared on the panty girdle crotch between my legs. She switched to the other nipple and was even more aggressive in her treatment of it. Then she began to explore my tuck once more. "She's wet down here. Did you give her permission to enjoy herself", she said to Aunt Sinthia.

Aunt Sinthia handed her the crop and said, "those fluffy bare cheeks are yours to abuse and punish. Show Kay and I how good a job you can do and maybe we'll have you participate in our parties this week". Kay smiled as the girl started on my bottom. I couldn't move away as I still had the jeans around my ankles. I was trapped and got the whipping of my life. My fanny got so hot that I almost fainted. After more than twenty strokes to both cheeks, she stopped. There was gleam in her eye that I had never seen except when Aunt Sinthia and Kay played sexually. She actually had a line of small sweat beads on her upper lip and her nostrils were slightly flared. I would hate to belong to her I thought to myself. I was told to get dressed, which I did. The girl and Aunt Sinthia exchanged phone numbers and I overhead something about "night after next we'll play".

When I had myself all together, but still not composed, we left for the next shop. My fanny hurt so bad that I tried rubbing it to ease the pain and burning. That only attracted more attention from the men in the mall. Our next stop was the Hanes hosiery shop. There I was told, "you are to pick out a a dozen and a half styles and colors of panty hose, the same for stockings and a dozen or two pairs of their sexiest panties. We will observe from outside. If we don't like how you behave, we will intervene. When you are ready to pay for them, I will come in an pay", said Aunt Sinthia.

I went in and started going through styles and colors. I knew Aunt Sinthia like patterned hose but I new she also like sheer dark hose. The sales girl asked, are these for you ma'am. I mumbled "yes, for me". By the time I was through I had more than 18 different styles and colors picked out. "How much", I asked. Just then Aunt Sinthia came in and said, "Frank, do you have mesh and fishnet ones?" The sales girl said "Frank, are you a man?" I turned beet red as Aunt Sinthia responded. "Yes this male sissy is just that-a man, but in name only. He's a sissy boy who loves to parade around in women's clothing... aren't you", she said turning to me. Once again they had humiliated me beyond belief.

The girl brought out three pairs of fishnet tights and several pairs of fishnet stockings as well. Aunt Sinthia paid for everything and said as she left, "I don't know what we are to do with him, he such a slutty example", smiling mischievously to herself and Kay. Our next stop was a high class shop that featured Gianni Versace clothes. I begged Aunt Sinthia "please please don't be so cruel and humiliate me that way. I beg you", with more tears coming to my eyes. "Well if you really would try to act more feminine and would ask for some makeup or other help, perhaps I might not be so cruel. Again Francie, there is no initiative on your part!".

As we entered the shop a well dressed young sale girl approached. "May I help you ladies", she asked. Aunt Sinthia said, "we were interested in the outfit shown in the November Vanity Fair. You know, the "ultra short suit dress in pin stripes". The girl said she had that in and wanted to know if we were interested in the entire outfit or just the dress. "My nephew, oops I mean 'niece' here is interested in the entire look. 'She' is getting a complete makeover even to the point of that hair style and thinks the outfit is just what she wants for her better class johns". The girl smiled knowingly.

"Here it is, along with the fishnet white sockettes and the black patent spike heels". The outfit had a jacket that was double breasted in black with white pin stripes. "It comes with a very very mini skirt and shorts which are equally brief", she said. Aunt Sinthia said, "Go try it on with the skirt and jacket. Slip the heels on and we'll save the sockettes for later". I did as I was told and came back out. The skirt was so short that it fully exposed my stocking tops and showed all of my garters. She held up the sockettes for me to see. "See dear Francie, these are really little anklets that are fishnet. However, for every day wear you won't have the stockings and garters. Instead, you'll go bare legged and wear these little anklets. The skirt and shorts are so very short that almost everything will show except what t is covered by your panties. Since those will be a very high french cut or thong style, they won't show, but, the boys will love those thigh tops and cheek bottoms. They will flash as you walk or dance and I know you'll be dancing!", said Aunt Sinthia.

"She could actually wear it that way, with the stockings and garters, if she was 'trolling' or 'playing for pay'", said the girl. "All the undies should however be in black. Actually the really kinky set would love that look. There are bars here in town where she could really connect dressed like that". Aunt Sinthia said, "we have the full set of undies and corset in black and also a set in red and a set in pink." The girl came back with a similar outfit in pink and I was forced to try it on. The result was the same but then the girl told us she had the same styles in red and winter white. Each was brought out and I was made to model them. While this was going on I told Aunt Sinthia that I had to go to the bathroom. She told me I had to wait and by the way "say you have to go potty".

The girl said as she was ringing up the $ 2000 sale, "for a sissy boy, he's not bad, but he really needs makeup". Oh god I realized, she also knew. Once again I blushed a deep beet red color because of the humiliation and embarrassment. "With her figure and the clothes you are getting for her, I know just the man to eat her alive and she could probably make a $1000 in one night with him", she said. Once again, Kay and the girl exchanged addresses, numbers and the name of the man. Kay said to her, with a terrible grin on her face, "we just love to embarrass and humiliate our little sissy. He never has any ambition and motivation, so we'll just keep on doing things that amuse us, no matter how they humiliate and embarrass 'her' and no matter what 'she' thinks about it".

The girl also told Aunt Sinthia, "there is a special shop in San Francisco you ought to visit with your sissy boy. It's called Foxy Lady Boutique. Its in the Mission District and I know they cater to sissies and TVs. The owner really does provide a lot of service and they have all the sizes and paraphernalia to make him over completely". Aunt Sinthia took time to write that down and ask directions. "Perhaps we'll go up there later this week. I want to take her dancing at some of the gay clubs and of course I want to take to some of the Leather bars". The girl said, "a great idea but be sure and get her a submissive collar before you go". I could tell from the expression on Aunt Sinthia's face when the girl said that, I was in for more humiliation and embarrassment .

So far, we had been at this trip for only five hours but I was a wreck. Aunt Sinthia and her wicked friend Kay, had exposed me, embarrassed me, humiliated me and generally destroyed my self esteem in a dozen stores in this mall. I knew it had literally hundreds of stores for them to "play in". I was corsetted, stockinged (which were not generally visible), in little two inch heels, skin tight girls jeans, with my ears pierced three times on each side. I was wearing a pair of tinkly earrings which made noise when my head moved, a barely there T shirt that had no sleeves and a padded bra. They had purposely avoided any makeup for me so my masculine features showed through quite clearly.

That's how they were parading me through the mall from store to store. It was almost 5 p.m. and I knew they had night time plans to further humiliate me. However, we next stopped at an all girls store which featured all kinds of new wave clothes. "I want some Daisy Dukes for my sissy nephew", said Aunt Sinthia to the sales girl who approached us. She replied, "you mean this is a boy?", she said to Aunt Sinthia. "Oh yes, he's a real sissy too and I want only the most feminine things for him". I intervened, "Aunt Sinthia, I really have to go potty very bad!" "Too bad, you had your choice earlier", she responded. The pressure of the corset and the tight panty girdle were making me very uncomfortable but she would allow me no relief. I even felt like the Tampon might not be holding in the melted ice cubes from the morning. I felt so bloated and uncomfortable.

"Well you certainly have picked the hottest sexiest of items", the sales girl said. "You know, don't you, they show half the full fanny cheek and are a real invitation to play?" Aunt Sinthia responded, "of course I do. I want them in every color and style you have especially the most exaggerated cuts that tease the most. However, I also want 'her' to have some of those really skinny leg tight denim shorts the girls wear. you know the ones they call 'crotch cutters'". The girl took out a tape measure and checked my hips and waist, nodding approvingly as she made mental note of my size. She then picked out half a dozen pairs of the Daisy Dukes in different colors.

Aunt Sinthia approved of all of them and picked out two style that she told the girl she wanted in her size also. Now why, I wondered, would she want something like that for herself? I mean if she wore them it would really attract attention! She paid the bill and we headed for what she called 'one more shop for today". We ended up at a high class Pet Store and went in. She asked the owner, "do you have any large size rhinestone collars, "say in 14 or 15 inch length, but just covered in rhinestones". He said he did and directed us to the area they were displayed in.

He showed several colors to Aunt Sinthia and asked what type of dog it was for. Aunt Sinthia, in her most demeaning manner, said, "its for my sissy here. I want him always to wear a collar, even when he is in his most "she she" dress or...when she has nothing else on". He looked at me with total disgust and I was mortified. She tried on in red on me for size and when she found the right size, she ordered one in every color he had. I ended up leaving the store wearing one in red. I was beet red with embarrassment because she also bought several leashes in different colors to match or mix with the various colored collars.

With those little wind chime earrings and now the collar, I attracted so much attention it was humiliating. I was sure everyone could tell I was a real perverted sissy. We headed for the car and what turned out to be a big airport hotel-The San Jose Hyatt. They checked in with me waiting in the lobby in a chair. The bellman took our luggage up to our two room suite. Aunt Sinthia said, "we have this for a week and during that time you are going to learn what motivation is all about. We are going to change your so much that you will beg for one of two things, but in either case, you will be self driven to want more than you have now!

I was told to remove all my clothes and draw bath. I did what I was told and proceeded to strip, dropping my clothes in a pile. That's all it took for Aunt Sinthia to get furious. "You will have to learn to take better care of your new clothes as these are all you'll have. Yes, 'all you have'. While we were leaving today, I had the Goodwill people come and take everything you owned in the way of clothes. What you are buying is what you will own. If you ruin things, you'll pay the price of my anger". I still had the bare fanny panty girdle on when she grabbed my wrist and spun me over her lap.

I don't know where she got the ping pong paddle, but she proceeded to give me the whipping of my life. I mean I kicked my feet up and down and cried till I ran tears. My bottom got so red hot and was stinging so badly, I thought it would never stop. I actually found myself getting excited from it all and I started to get an erection. She felt it and rolled me on the floor. She reached down and pinched me so hard that I thought she broke the skin. I had an ejaculation in the panty girdle.

Aunt Sinthia saw the wet spot growing and said, "I never gave you permission to do that. Take them off and clean that spot with your mouth - completely!" I pulled off the panty girdle and began licking my cum from the inside. It tasted so strange and made my head spin at the thought of it. was this what a woman experienced when she gave head to a man I wondered? Just then Aunt Sinthia took a picture of me with her Polaroid camera. I turned beet red all over and she shot another photo. The prints showed an obvious sissy, earring, a flaming red bottom, limp penis and eating the crotch of a panty girdle. "I'm sure your fellow classmates, would love to see this and the ones Kay took secretly at the mall today", she said wickedly.

I was told to go take a soaking tub bath and that "Kay would be in to guide me in about 20 minutes. Oh wonderful, I thought to myself - Ms bitch herself. That woman had no humanity in her. Well she came in after about half an hour and said. "Stand up you big sissy". I wanted to hide my limp penis but she said, Arms out at your side and palms up". She took a can of foaming solution and said, "cover your body in this from you neck down". I realized it was hair removal product I had seen at home in Aunt Sinthia's bathroom.

While I stood there I felt a stinging on my skin and then Kay told me to shower off completely using a brisk scrubbing motion with a face cloth. I normally have very little hair on my body anyhow and after this I was satin smooth. Next I was mad to cover my body with a Lancome sun tan potion. I was told to not cover my genitals but everywhere else. As it turned out I left a triangle shaped patch uncovered by the tanning cream. As I sat there starkers, Aunt Sinthia said. While that sets up for the next hour, I am going to style your hair and do your makeup. You have a date tonite!

I sat on a white towel, with nothing on and I could feel the tanning cream beginning to dry. My skin was becoming a soft but deep golden color as if I was a nude sunbather. First Aunt Sinthia put my hair up in hot rollers. Then she started on my face. She started to gently shape my eyebrows saying, "I'll leave them full tonite so tomorrow, the technician will have something to work with. There was no doubt however, that they a decidedly non masculine curve to them. Then after going over my face with a magnifying glass and a razor, I realized that my face was also satiny smooth.

She started with a creme from Adrien Arpel, that filled in little lines and made my skin look more smooth. Then a moisturizer, followed by a glistener, and then a cream base. Then she began on my eyes before she did any more on my face saying, "we do the eyes at this point to make sure we don't have aced dropping onto perfect skin. That way we are not having to cover up a base with too thick a layer of powder. When that had set a little, the powdered my face carefully pressing the puff firmly into my skin. My complexion looked flawless when she said, "now we have a canvas to do some real art work on". My eyes were so smoky and sexy I was shocked.

I asked her, "what kind of date have you planned for me? Am I going to be humiliated and embarrassed all night as you did today? Is the person gentle? What am I expected to do?" She answered, "before I answer those questions, go look in the bag on the bed". In it I found a sexy black garter belt and some seamed stockings in sheer black. "I want you to put on the garter belt and then we'll do your stockings. It is necessary for your feet to begin accustoming themselves to those killer black 'hooker' heels we bought today as they are what you are wearing tonite".

I did as I was told and sat back down on the dressing table bench. I pulled the stockings on as Aunt Sinthia coached me and soon I was wrestling to get the seams straight. It was a terror but finally, I managed with her help to get them ruler straight. She warned me, "If I ever catch you with crooked seams, you'll get a caning in public, if appropriate, till you can't sit down. A girl never... never ...never ... allows herself to be seen in crooked seams. It says all kinds of bad things about you and it totally unacceptable to me or Kay!"

Aunt Sinthia found the box with the black stiletto pumps. These also had a cutout in the toe that showed a lot of nail color. They had done my toes in an iridescent red that showed unbelievably brightly through the black hose. She forced each shoe on the respective foot. "Now Francie dear, these will warm and shape to your foot, somewhat, but they will force your whole torso into an exaggerated hips forward posture. It will take every bit of personal concentration and self determination for you to keep from falling. That is one of their purposes - you will have to concentrate on an objective".

Once she had done that she started in working on and talking about my makeup. "Over the next week, you'll learn how to do this yourself and over the summer you'll become an expert at it. Then she sculpted my cheeks and outlined my jaw in a way that hid its masculine lines. She successfully camouflaged what little Adam's Apple I had till nothing showed. I found my eyes looking down at my feet in those exotic skyscraper heels. Even sitting down, they forced a whole change in my calf muscles. Thank god I wasn't blocky in my muscle structure due to my swimming. The shoes were squeezing my feet terribly but the pretty toes peeking through the cutout were actually exciting. I found myself hoping that my 'date' didn't think they were too provocative or that I was some kind of slut.

As the last step in the makeup, Aunt Sinthia outlined my lip line in a dark red shade of lip liner pencil. Then she put a lipstick base on my lips designed to close up the cracks in my lips. Then a color coat in a red Revlon lipstick that matched my toes. Next came a powder coat pressed into my lips and then another color coat. Finally she put a gloss coat on that looked like I had wildly wet lips.

The gloss had a slight mother of pearl to it and she said, "I know you won't like this, but the men say that this makes your lips look like they have a trace of cum on them. They are turned on wildly by it. However, if your date says something like that to you, be prepared as he will probably want you to relieve him by sucking him off! That is something you will not be able to avoid. If you are forced to relieve, you had better do a good job or he may beat you up. As for the others, you had better be prepared to spend a lot of time fending off undesirable suitors as you are too hot looking".

By this time my hair was ready, but Aunt Sinthia wanted to dress me before she finished my hair. Just then Kay came out of the shower and roared her approval. She is such a statuesque woman with a stupendous full bosom. Aunt Sinthia said she was going to finish dressing me and then she would shower and get ready for tonite. She asked Kay if she would do my nails when I was all ready and could sit still. Kay agreed but said, I took a little time today to have a special harness made for our girl so she won't be embarrassed by an accident tonight".

She went back to the other bedroom and brought out a small leather strip with a buckle and ring on it. "come here sissy girl", she said to me. I did my best to walk as Aunt Sinthia had described and didn't do too bad. "Now you stand there - absolutely still and don't you even move your hands", she said firmly. She took the small strap and fastened it around my penis, just behind the glans. She buckled it very tightly.

Then, she took a length of black nylon cord and divided it in half so there were two ends at one end and a simple loop at the other. She slipped the loop through the ring and then threaded the loose end through the loop. I was starting to get excited but the leather strap kept me from getting an erection. Then without any warning she pushed the long loose end between my leg and spun me around so fast I almost fell in those heels.

She held my hips while Aunt Sinthia forced each testicle up into my body cavity. The pain was total agony and I became very faint. "You'll understand in a little bit why I did this", she said almost apologetically. Then I felt her pull the cord ends so that my penis was pulled completely up between my thighs, completely out of sight. Without testicles to be in the way, I was very smooth and actually had a wide cleft and what might look like pussy lips.

At my back, about the point where my waist was, Aunt Sinthia tied a not and then she looped the remaining length around to the front of my waist and then again around to the back. At that point she tied the ends into a double knot. "Aunt Sinthia", I whined, "I'm scared and now I have to pee". She led me to the potty and said, "why my dear 'girl', sit down and pee, but be sure to wipe yourself when you get up as I am afraid, you'll be a bit wet". It worked and as she said, I was quite wet from the way things were positioned.

Aunt Sinthia said to me, "its time to change your Tampon honey. Find the string and pull it out by the string. Don't let it fall into the toilet however, as it might clog the plumbing. We girls always try to dispose of those things in a box you usually find in the stall". I did as I was told and had a really strange feeling as the bloated Tampon came out. I wiped off and then Kay said, "Now we are going to add a special sensation for you which you will do on a regular daily basis. This bulb syringe has a solution of Premarin cream and water in it. The tip of the syringe is long enough to go way up your bottom. Insert it and squeeze hard... again ..."

Oh what a strange feeling. It was as if I had someone in me and he came with a massive load. Kay continued, " Good, now here dear sissy, is a replacement Tampon for you. Go ahead, put it in...yes all the way". Oh my god I said as I plunged the Tampon in and my rosebud closed over it. Another incredible rush of emotion hit me. "Now dear girl, that will make sure you have no unseemly leakage through your evening.

As I stood up straight, I was told to walk to the living room and back. Those horrible heels made me sway and weave like a drunken sailor. The strong tug of the garters on my stockings was an evil reminder of how trashy I was. Worse however, was the effect of my thighs and stocking tops, rubbing on the tied down head of my hidden sex. I tried to walk without my thighs touching and that made my gait even more exaggerated. "Good", said Aunt Sinthia, "she is beginning to move like a real sissy. Kay had finished dressing and was in a hot leather two piece suit. When she came back Aunt Sinthia said to her, " I want you to get her undies on her and make her keep practicing her walk. You might also put a couple of coats of red polish on her nails to cover that high school pink and match her lipstick and toe nails. When I am dressed, we'll put the rest of her clothes on her and finish her hair. By then John should be here for her". For her???? What did that mean???

Kay helped me with the black lace bra and the heavy bust forms. They obviously showed a nipple through the sheer fabric. Then I was given a very brief thong bikini panty to put on and lastly the bare fanny girdle. Once again Kay, used the opportunity to force a lot of cheek out of the cutout space so my buttocks were very pronounced. The fabric of the panty girdle was doing a real number on my male sex. Kay checked and when she had me feel it, the entire crotch area was a deep valley with nothing even remotely indicating anything but a feminine body.

"Now let's do her corset", said Aunt Sinthia. "Oh no I pleaded, "can't you just do that waist cincher you bought and the wide leather belt you normally wear Aunt Sinthia", I whined. She replied, "you know Kay, we do want her loose for John and dancing and we can achieve the hourglass figure we want with that waist cincher. I can wear a gold chain on my waist tonight and that will send another message incase there are playmates here tonight.

She turned to me and said, "you know the line of your figure will actually be more exaggerated and will attract more attention in the bar and in the lounge where the dancing is. Are you sure you have the where with all to handle that?" "Oh yes", I pleaded, I am so shrunk already and if you want me to entertain this man properly, I must be able to move". Kay brought out the well boned and exaggeratedly shaped waist cincher. It was placed around my waist and they began to pull and tug at the laces. I felt myself being squeezed in at the middle and my breath becoming shorter and shorter.

Aunt Sinthia was right, the shape was definitely more exaggerated and it was obvious that I was severely figure trained. This way my hips had more freedom and I knew my ass would move more provocatively. I didn't care however as I was happy to not have the upper body restriction. My waist had been taken down almost 6 inches and I had to either sit upright or stand all the time.

Then Kay did my nails in the two coats of iridescent red polish Aunt Sinthia wanted and I was made to continue walking practice. My calf muscles were screaming in agony, but I was mastering the heels. I found myself saying, I hope this guy is worth the effort. Then I recoiled in shock at the essence of what I was saying, if even just to myself. What had happened to me since yesterday. Aunt Sinthia finished dressing and came out in a stunning champagne silk blouse with a deep vee neck and a black kid skirt that had to be mid thigh length. Her heels were as bad as mine!

Well lets show her the skirt we bought for her and do her hair. I want those nails really dry so if she has to undress tonite with she won't ruin the clothes with polish. Kay reached in a bag and took out a skirt that was at best 19 inches long. However, when she unfolded it it looked no bigger than a large "tube top". She put both arms in the skirt and stretched it in several directions saying, "dear sweet slutty sissy, this will hug every inch of that beautiful fanny and the shape of your upper thighs. It truly has a Latin fanny".

She also handed me a gold pair of long earrings that tinkled just like the silver ones I had on earlier. I hooked them to the loops in my newly pierced ears. They were much longer and more noisy than the daytime ones.

Aunt Sinthia added, "You will be so attractive that your date, that hulk of a football player, will be crazy about you. That way, you won't have to show any initiative at all and on top of that, he'll have to fight off every other man in the bar. You'll love the attention and as Kay said, earlier, you'll be begging for the right to have any initiative at all!" Now lets do your hair and get your skirt on (she giggled uncontrollably at that point).

I was so worried about everything. I felt so strange. There was no question I was hot looking. I bet they weren't even go to let me wear a slip under the skirt. They just wanted a totally sexual presentation and I wasn't allowed any initiative or freedom of thought. Its as if I was a property they were marketing to every sexually active man and woman in town. I had no idea what would come about this evening and also they had said we were here for a week.