Even thinking about it now, his cock was growing.
But he couldn't recall at all changing out of the girly clothes or getting home. He got up and went to the closet to pick out his clothes for the day...and found that delightful pink dress hanging in the closet...and the shoes that went with it on the floor. He opened the hamper outside the bathroom--the frilly lingerie he'd worn beneath the dress was there!
Had he somehow come home still dressed as Star Sissy?
And that question only increased his arousal.
An arousal that increased even further when he acted on his strange compulsion to again wear the frilly panties beneath his normal male attire. Once dressed, and struggling to keep his raging sissy-cock under control, he drove to the mall.
He wandered through the stores, gazing longingly--in a way he never had before--at the myriad of feminine clothes available...especially drawn to the frilliest, most feminine, sissiest of the attire. He was sure his erection was clearly visible to all who passed him by, so he went to the food court and sat, hoping to hide his excitement beneath a table.
He buried his face in a newspaper, trying to fight his new-found urges, but even the ads for female clothing heightened his arousal.
"Hello, Stanley," the voice purred from above him.
He looked up--and there stood Madame Sapphire! "I'm so happy to find you here. It means that at least one of the post-hypnotic suggestions I gave you last night is working." She gestured to the chair opposite his. "May I join you?"
Gulping, he nodded. She was dressed stylishly--not in the full domme mode she had worn for her show, but still with a clear hint of her dominant personality. Her hair was worn down this morning, so that her earrings were hidden. "You are surprised to see me, aren't you? Were you also surprised when you discovered you couldn't dress without your pretty panties?" She smiled at him. "You are wearing your frilly sissy panties, aren't you?"
Still too embarrassed to speak, Stanley nodded again. "Good, then all my little suggestions are working...including this one." She brushed back her hair, revealing the entrancing star sapphires in her earrings, and said, "Sissies are forever." With that magic phrase, Stanley dropped into trance as he had last night. His posture changed--his legs crossed at the ankles, his hands gracefully folded at his knees.
"Hello, Star Sissy," Sapphire said.
"Hello, Mistress," Stanley answered quietly.
"Once again, you are in a ten-deep trance, my pet," the domme explained. "In a moment, I will awaken you, and you will be compelled to obey my every request. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I will obey you."
"Excellent. Now, tell me, did you enjoy your experience last night?" He nodded.
"Come now, darling, you can speak--and in that lovely sissyish voice I taught you. Answer me, did you enjoy your experience last night?"
Stanley answered in a breathy contralto, "Yes, Mistress, I enjoyed last night."
"And are you aroused now, knowing how completely I have transformed you and control you?"
"Yes, Mistress, I am aroused."
"Very good. Now, I am about to further your sissyhood. Every step you take toward feminine slavery will arouse you further, no matter how humiliating it might seem," Sapphire instructed. "In fact, the humiliation is a major cause of the arousal."
"Yes, Mistress," Stanley replied.
"Very well--on the count of ten, you will open your eyes and act completely awake, but still be completely under my control. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!" Stanley's eyes fluttered open, but his sissyish posture was unchanged.
The mistress leaned into his face and brought out a cosmetics case from her purse. "Now, Star my sweet, it's time to make you look as sweet as you are." She brushed his cheeks with blush, extended his lashes with mascara, dusted his eyelids with a light shadow, and finally darkened his lips with a deep pink lipstick. She noted as each of those administrations caused his breathing to shift as he became more aroused.
The first of those appointments was at a shoe store, where Stanley's sneakers and socks were exchanged for a pair of white thigh-highs and black patent Mary-Janes with four-inch heels. The second was at a shop for teen-age girls, where the clerk--clearly a friend (or slave?) of Madame Sapphire--was eager to supply the new sissy with a full wardrobe of suitable clothing. Sapphire picked out a range of girlishly frilly outfits...and Star Sissy left the shop in a blue school dress with a starched white pinafore over lacy crinolines. The dress left his long legs showing all the way to the tops of his thigh-highs.
The final stop was the mall's beauty salon. Again, Madame Sapphire was clearly known and expected. Star Sissy was placed in a styling chair, while a number of different wigs, in a variety of styles and colors was tried on her. They ranged from a dark pageboy to a blonde frizz of permed curls. At the sight of it on her new sissy's head, Sapphire grinned. "That's the one, darling. It's so glorious sissy and so completely unmasculine! It will do you wonderfully until your own hair grows out and we can have it colored and permed in exactly the same style!"
Moments later, they were out of the mall, and Sapphire pulled out her camera, having Star Sissy pose prettily for a number of snapshots.
And then, with Star Sissy in the most sissyish of poses, Sapphire suddenly said, "Sissies must end," and Stanley stumbled in the unfamiliar heels....but his arousal didn't change a bit.
He smiled shyly. "Thank you for giving me this, Mistress...but I have a question. You said you were going to change my real hair to this style?"
"Well, of course, darling," Madame Sapphire answered. "I fully intend for you to be my little sissy--whether in masculine or feminine clothes--at all times. After all, you did volunteer for this, didn't you? And as I told you, Sissies are forever."