Bulletin Board Sissy, Part Two

Brian awoke the next morning with an immediate compulsion to call the Electronic Mistress. He once again found a message from Mistress Sarah, addressed to "Brenda Big Tits":

Did you enjoy your dream, Brenda dear? Believe me, it can come true. Just follow these instructions--as if you had any choice.

Dress in your most androgynous clothes, and make the following shopping trips. The clerks in each store will be awaiting you; each is a dominant woman familiar with me and my BBS--one of them may even by me!

1. The Lace Boutique: You are to buy three complete sets of lingerie--panties, bra, garter belt, hose. The clerk will know the sizes I have specified for you. You will present yourself to her with the following words: "I am Brenda Big Tits. Mistress Sarah wishes me to be beautiful for her." Speak loudly and clearly, dear, no matter who else is in the store.

2. Tight as Can Be: This is a corsetierre. Present yourself in the same way and be fitted for the best cincher in the shop. It should lace you to at least 22 inches (20 would be even better.)

3. Glamour Girl: The clerks in this exclusive woman's clothing store will have already picked out a full wardrobe for you--everything from lounging wear to street wear to evening clothes. Your visit is for fitting purposes only.

4. Lovely Lady: This beauty salon has a section that specializes in feminizing sissies such as you, dear Brenda. The girls there will also have their instructions--see that you behave properly...here and at all your other stops.

Now--go get dressed. The folks at The Lace Boutique expect you at 9:00 sharp.

He logged off. Deep within, Brian knew he should be fighting Mistress Sarah's commands, but somehow, his mind and body would not obey his will.

Thirty minutes later, dressed in a satin man-tailored blouse with deep pointed collar, a bright satin scarf knotted at his neck, and raw silk pegged pants, all over panties, hose and garter belt, Brian left for what he knew would be his transformation into the image from his dream--Brenda Big Tits.

The first stop Brian was commanded to make was at The Lace Boutique, a shop specializing in lingerie of the sexiest kind. He walked in hesitantly and said, as ordered, "I am Brenda Big Tits. Mistress Sarah wishes me to be beautiful for her."

Fortunately, there were no other customers in the store; but the clerk--a lovely young lady in a blue satin blouse with a plunging neckline--turned to the back room and announced: "Helen, Sarah's little sissy is here. Bring out the sets she selected."

Brian blushed to the roots of his hair. Mistress Sarah had warned him that the staff of the various stores would know of his fantasy and would be prepared for his requests--still it was embarrassing for these attractive women, whom he had never met before, to know so much about his secret life.

The other clerk, an older woman with a severe but attractive mien, came out with several boxes in her arms. She directed him to the dressing room. "We must see that these fit properly, Miss Big Tits," she smiled.

Was this Mistress Sarah? She said she might be one of the women he met on this excursion. Afraid to disobey for fear this was his electronic mistress--who might cut off his entire adventure if he did not follow instructions--Brian removed his androgynous outer wear to reveal the beige bra, panties and garter belt, as well as the suntan nylons on his smoothly shaven legs, he wore beneath.

The two clerks began to pull out the lingerie sets from the boxes. Each was more lacy, sexier, than any bra and panty set Brian had ever dared to purchase for himself before. There were underwire cups of satin, demi-bras designed to reveal his massive breasts (whenever he actually got them) in low-cut blouses, tap panties of satin and lace, lacy bikini panties and garter belts to match them all. The colors spanned the gamut of sex-inspiring moods: black, red, pink, virginal white.

After determining that they had, indeed, chosen the correct sizes, the two clerks picked out the red set with the bra meant to make his breasts seem like torpedoes beneath a tight sweater or blouse, the pink set with demi-bra and tap panties, and the virginal white with underwire bra and bikini panties.

They packaged them all into a pale pink bag with the store's name proudly emblazoned upon it, and sent Brian on to his second stop: Tight As Can Be, the corsetierre.

At the corset shop, he was not as lucky. There were three other customers being waited on, all of them middle-aged matrons. Brian moved quietly to the counter and motioned to a clerk who was not attending another customer. She stepped over and he said, quietly, "I am Brenda Big Tits. Mistress Sarah wishes me to be beautiful for her."

"What was that, dear?" the young clerk asked, smiling. "Speak up." She spoke loudly enough that all the customers and clerks turned to the newcomer.

Brian blushed again. He knew the girl had heard him the first time--she simply wanted to add to his embarrassment and humiliation. With his cock swelling in his panties, he said again, louder this time, "I am Brenda Big Tits. Mistress Sarah wishes me to be beautiful for her."

The clerks all smiled knowingly; the matronly customers snickered. "Well, Brenda, if you'll step into the fitting room and strip down to your panties, we'll start you on the process of having a beautiful wasp waist," the girl helping Brian said, pointing to a curtained area at the rear of the store.

Brian did as instructed and moments later, clad in just his panties, he was joined by the clerk, who introduced herself as Mandy, and an older woman. The older woman did not introduce herself, but Mandy called her simply "Madam." Is this Mistress Sarah? Brian wondered.

"Isn't he cute in those panties, Madam?" Mandy giggled.

"Yes, but I'll bet he has lots prettier ones in that pink bag from our friends at The Lace Boutique," Madam smiled in return. "Now, lower the lacing bar."

Mandy untied a rope in one corner of the room and a bar--rather like a trapeze--dropped down toward Brian, stopping about six inches above his head. "Grasp the bar with your hands, Miss Big Tits," Madam ordered. He reached up and held the bar, his arms stretched to their full length. Now Mandy and Madam pulled on the rope, as Brian felt himself pulled off the floor, until only his toes touched ground.

"What is this?" he cried.

"Why, this is the only way to get a proper fit for a corset, Miss Big Tits," Mandy replied.

Madam brought out a tape measure and placed it around Brian's waist. "35 inches," she noted. "She has a way to go before she gets down to the size Mistress Sarah wants. Mandy, go get number 95, in a 24-inch model."

Mandy returned with the wicked-looking black satin and lace contraption in a moment. "Didn't Mistress Sarah request lacing to 22 inches?" she asked.

"Yes, but she must not have realized how completely out of shape Miss Big Tits has allowed herself to get," Madam answered. "We'll settle for 24 now--and whittle her down to 22 inches by her next visit."

Hanging helplessly by the lacing bar, Brian stared at the corset. They were going to use that to take 11 inches off his waistline? Impossible!

Mandy hooked the corset around his waist and then began tightening the laces. After several minutes of work, with Brian already gasping for breath, she called, "Madam, there's still a good two inches of space back here."

"That will never do," Madam replied. "Suck it in, Miss Big Tits," she ordered Brian. Then she walked behind him, took the lace ends in her hands, braced her knee in the small of his back and pulled! Brian grunted with the strain and felt the air rush out of his lungs. He came close to passing out--but in the end, Madam announced, triumphantly, "There! All done!"

She and Mandy lowered the bar to the floor, while Brian tried desperately to adjust to his new shape. Madam produced the tape measure and wrapped it around his waist again. "23 and a half inches," she said proudly. "Better than we could have expected." She turned to Brian. "Well, Miss Big Tits, you're well on your way in your transformation. Get your clothes back on and come out front."

"But...but I'm still in this corset," he protested.

"Of course you are," she responded. "And you'll stay in it until Mistress Sarah releases you. Look!" She turned him toward a three-way mirror in which he could view his reflection from the rear. The laces had not only been tied off--a tiny padlock had been passed through them. "Mistress Sarah has the key," Madam confided. "You will get out of that corset when she is satisfied with the size and shape of your waistline. Now get dressed!"

Moments later, with his blouse, pants and scarf back on, Brian presented his credit card to pay for the corset (and was shocked by the expense), picked up yet another embarrassingly feminine package and left the corsetierre. As he exited, he noticed a new problem--his now 24-inch waist had a good deal of trouble holding up his 35-inch pants. They kept slipping to his hips.

And there was something else: It seemed to Brian that with each purchase he felt a shift in his personality--more submissive, more demonstratively feminine. He noted that his walk had altered subtly, was more graceful; that his hips swung as he walked, though his hands did not. Was this another part of Mistress Sarah's secret, subliminal commands--or just his unconscious mind reacting to the femininity of his surroundings? Would he ever know for sure?

More to come