Bulletin Board Sissy, Part Three

Stop number three was Glamour Girl, the clothing store. It was a small, exclusive shop with a single service counter. Brian sashayed to the desk and said, again, "I am Brenda Big Tits. Mistress Sarah wishes me to be beautiful for her."

The clerk, a young blonde with a spectacular figure and long, slender legs revealed by her mini-skirt and high heels, smiled conspiratorially and said, "Of course, Brenda. Come with me."

She was younger than he had ever imagined Mistress Sarah could be, but Brian realized that even young women could have a dominant soul. In a private room in the back, she showed Brian the collection of dresses, skirts, blouses and gowns his electronic mistress had already picked out for him. "Strip to your corset, please, Brenda...and bring out the lingerie you have already bought."

When he had complied, the clerk dressed him in the demi-cup bra and panty set (the pink one) and filled out the bra with a very realistic set of falsies. A little latex glue kept them securely attached to his hairless chest and makeup carefully blended the edges into his natural skin tone. "These will do," she chuckled, "until you grow your own."

Over this she placed a black velvet cocktail dress with a sweetheart neckline, revealing the top third of his ersatz boobs, and a hemline that stopped four inches above his knees.She carefully made sure it fit properly, slipped his feet into a pair of black patent pumps with five-inch heels, then turned him toward the mirror.

Brian grew weak at the sight before him. Even without makeup and long hair, he was a woman! He judged his breasts to be at least a 38DD (just as in his dream); they thrust out above his wasp waist and their creamy globes were displayed by the low-cut neckline of the dress. His legs looked like skyscrapers in the heels and minidress. He felt his cock grow within his tap panties and could not resist rubbing it surreptitiously.

The clerk slapped his hand away from his crotch. "None of that, Brenda!" she commanded. "We still have lots of clothes to try on." And so they did--street wear: skirts, blouses, sweaters; office wear: tailored suits worn without blouses, silk wrap dresses; more evening wear, including a satin bustier gown in hot pink with slit up the left side of the skirt, reaching all the way to his hip; and play wear, concentrating on halter tops and tight short shorts, worn with strappy sandals with four-, five- and six-inch heels.

Everything was designed, of course, to display his massive breasts to their full advantage. The final outfit was a tight denim miniskirt topped by a bright orange sweater that hugged his tits like a second skin. No man would pass this vision without looking twice. His shoes were patent pumps in a matching orange, perching him on six-inch spikes.

He presented his credit card and watched as the clerk packaged all the outfits and ordered them sent to his home. "But what about the clothes I'm wearing?" Brian exclaimed.

"Oh, you're to wear those out of here," she insisted. "Those were Mistress Sarah's explicit instructions."

"But I have another stop to make--the Lovely Lady beauty salon," Brian protested.

"Yes, I know," the clerk responded. "It's right next door--and they're expecting you any moment. Better hurry if you don't want to be late!"

She all but pushed the humiliated TV into the street. It was late afternoon by now and the street was not as crowded as it might have been. Still, Brian did not want to take a chance on being noticed. He hugged the wall of the building as he minced his way the few feet from the door of Glamour Girl to the entrance to Lovely Lady.

A uniformed attendant was standing in the doorway of the salon. "You must be Brenda Big Tits," she laughed. "Come in, dearie...we're all ready for you!"

The attendant, resplendent in her uniform of black satin miniskirt topped with red satin V-necked blazer (without any blouse, apparently), conducted the blushing Brian to the back of the salon.

There, other employees, similarly attired, bustled about. Brian was quickly seated in one of the salon chairs and handed a magazine to peruse while he waited for the beautician. Resigned to his fate now, he opened the magazine and glanced down at its contents. He nearly shut it at once. "Men into Women" the page declared. "Demanding mistresses feminize their males to assure submission," it continued. It seemed to be completely devoted to stories of how dominant women were turning their husbands, boyfriends--in some cases, even their bosses!--into submissive, pliant, feminized slaves.

Brian was both drawn to and horrified by the prospect that he could easily be a case-study for the magazine. He had nearly worked up the courage to leave when the attendant escorted a stunning redhead in white patent leather to his chair. "Here's our Brenda Big Tits," the attendant giggled. "Make her adorable!"

The redhead leaned over, allowing her well-formed bosom to jiggle in Brian's face. "Oh, I'm sure Miss Big Tits will be a real vixen when I'm done," she advised. "By the way, Brenda, I'm Sarah."

Brian gulped. Sarah? Mistress Sarah? All day he had wondered which of his several tormentors in the various shops he had visited was his mysterious Electronic Mistress--now he knew.

Sarah allowed her hand to stray over Brian's artificially massive breasts, down over his tummy and into his lap, where his enormous erection was barely concealed by the feminine garments he wore. "Well, Brenda Big Tits, you're certainly well named," the dominant laughed. "Perhaps some day we can see to it that your figure is truly your own." And she laughed again as she felt Brian's cock pulse at that taunt.

She beckoned one of the assistants, who came over bearing a pair of earphones--the little button kind that fit inside the ear--and a blindfold, like the type women sometimes wear to cover their eyes at night. "I want you completely relaxed and in control--my control--while I finish your transformation, Brenda. These will help." She fitted the blindfold snugly over Brian's eyes and he was suddenly sightless. Next, he felt her settle the earphones into his ears. Now, he couldn't hear anything, either.

But somewhere a switch was flipped and soft, almost tuneless music began to play through the 'phones. Under it, Brian thought he heard a feminine voice (Mistress Sarah's voice?) speaking, softly but surely--but he couldn't be certain. The combination of the utter darkness and the music (and the voice?) soon had him floating in a reverie. In time, he was completely unaware of anything happening around him.

"Wake up, Brenda Big Tits." The soft, pleasing voice of Mistress Sarah brought the transformed Brian to consciousness. "Keep your eyes closed. I'll tell you when to open them." Feeling strangely obedient, he complied, as she helped him from the chair and guided him, in the unfamiliar heels, to another part of the shop.

"Stand there, Brenda," Mistress Sarah ordered, "and put your hands on your hips. Pose pretty, now." He did as asked.

"Open your eyes."

He blinked a moment from the long period of darkness and then his eyes focussed on the reflected image before him. His--or rather her--image.

The transformed body was as he remembered it--absolutely sexy with the orange sweater outlining the 38DD tits and the tight denim miniskirt hugging his hips and revealing his legs to mid thigh.

But the face--the face was new! It was framed by shoulder-length, chestnut-colored curls; the eyes seemed huge, with long, dark lashes, dramatic shadows and exotic curved eyebrows; the cheeks were a blushing pink; and the mouth was a cupid's bow of bright red. Brenda Big Tits was every bit as gorgeous in reality as in the dream.

Brenda felt her cock grow in her panties. Her own image was a powerful turn-on. She grew weak in the knees, wobbling on her six-inch heels.

"You're mine, Brenda Big Tits," she heard Mistress Sarah announce. And with those words, Brian felt a strange alteration within himself. The pose of femininity ceased to be a facade and became more real. His devotion to Mistress Sarah and longing to obey her became not a voluntary act, but a mysterious command.

"Yes, you're mine, Brenda," the dominant repeated. "While you were in the chair, the earphones fed your mind with the subliminal desire to be Brenda at all times and Brenda is mine The sight of your final transformation and my words activated the new you!

"Now, come, Brenda Big Tits," Mistress Sarah continued as she locked a collar and lead to the TV's neck. "We have a lot of fun ahead of us."

THE END