CHICTRY Men's Sissy See-Through Thin Silk Stocking Stretchy Sheer Thigh High Socks Underwear

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It's nothing to cry about when you look so pretty, sweetheart," murmured Serena as she clipped a butterfly bow of pale blue silk into each side of his soft blonde hair. "The sissies who come into the boutique will want to hold onto you and feel your little peeny in their fingers."

Hello, Jason," he heard, and two women parted to allow the speaker to step through. "I - didn't know you were a sissy." Remember, boy," rasped the manageress as she held him from behind by his satin reins, " perfect sissyboy behaviour!. If I am not delighted with your performance in the boutique, you will become a dainty sissy friend to all the names in your facebook. Forward sissyboy." Why should I be patient with a worthless nancyboy who promises to do all kinds of things, then changes his mind when he is given his instructions? You are not worth my time, boy. You're a little maggot, like so many sissy wimps."

In a dress and lovely pink panties," grinned his friend's mother. "And just look at your heels, pet. You're... so feminine!" In part 3 poor Jason is fastened into a creaming chair for the pleasure of ladies, gentlemen and sissies.

Serena unhooked his bra and he was naked. "Probably that, yeh," she said in a hurry, and stood up as the manageress turned to them. Serena fastened the three large pink gingham buttons down his white bib, making him gasp. He gave his hips a tiny wiggle, and the dress swayed from side to side, increasing his girlish emotion. He got a fright when he realised he was being watched by Miss Presswell, who lifted her eye-brows as if to say: "I told you so." Her ruffled pink bosom swelled with a deep breath and she reached a hand forward for her sissy-boy to take. And look at his petticoats," she went on, lifting the light gingham material and frothing her pink gloves through one layer of net after another. "No wonder his legs look as good as any girl's." There was no response, so he went into the kitchen and saw his mom’s note. He went to the fridge and found the leftovers. Miss Presswell's face was a mixture of intentions. "Hm," she said, clutching his arm, "I'm beginning to think you have real sissy instincts boy. You will now help Kate to fit dear Andrew with his school panties."The boy's mother was in a high spirits after witnessing the sweet sissy kiss. "I want him in white satin," she declared, "with lacy prettiness at each leg. There's no point sending him to girls' school if he isn't as girlish as can be." She pointed to a pair of full cut panties in slipper satin with two inches of white lace at each leg. "There, sissy boy," she said to Jason, "put him into these."

Well you can see that Jason isn't suffering at all, Eileen," returned Mrs Mitchell. "He's not very happy, but he can breathe all right. I like the way his warm, soft flesh is so... unprotected. Can we touch him?" she asked. Aaaah!" cooed all the women. "He doesn't want his friends to know." "Isn't he sweet." "He's nearly crying, look." Miss Presswell," piped up the 20-year-old, "Jason has tried very hard to be a good sissy boy so far. I think I can promise you that he won't try to be a normal boy again while he's working with us at Pretty Boy." Serena opened the door, and Jason found himself tip-tapping out into the store. Oh horrors; from being as peaceful as a library half an hour before, the boutique had sprung to life. Jason saw Kate behind a counter, spreading a little party dress for an elderly lady to look at. Her hand gave a little wave but her smile changed into a giggle.Hurry up, Serena," said Miss Presswell, using a tissue to shape her crimsoned lips. "His place is in the boutique, not hidden out of sight. Give him two Paradise Bows in his hair, and once his gloves are on, put his hands into thigh ribbons." This didn't help his nerves as she fastened matching ribbons onto his bare thighs a few inches below the lace edging of his panties. She took his hand and threaded a glove of powder blue satin onto his fingers. It buttoned round his wrist with glass buttons, which carried on up his arm: ohhhh! how long it was! The ribbon fastening wrapped over above his elbow, finishing with a press fastening under his blouse sleeve in the shape of a bow with a large blue button in the middle. His other hand was gloved too, and buttoned up to his elbow in the same way.

This one will do to begin with," continued Miss Presswell as Jason tensed his arms in the grip of Serena. "Now, we just need... there we are." Alicia Presswell took a deep breath. "Well I suppose my next step in sending out your photos will depend entirely on you, Jason," she said; "on your perfect behaviour." The secret of school panties for sissy-boys," explained Miss Presswell as she supervised Jason drawing Andrew's wet panties down his legs, "is to show him how feminine they make him feel... in his sissy bits and pieces. If he experiences real girlishness inside them, he will grow more girly each time he wears them. Jason..." and she turned her attention to her sissy boy who was threading the wet panties over the client's sandals, "you need to attend to Andrew's penis." The sissy husband dropped his eyes as Jason's lips approached, and at the moment of touching, a quiver ran through the sissies, bringing a bleat of emotion to the lips of both of them at the same time.Of course," replied Miss Presswell with a gracious turn of the head. "Be my guest. Please treat our sissy as if he were your own."