And more, he remembered all the time his mother, Janet, spent with Mary on her hobby--sewing clothes for the little fashion models, seeking out just the right fabrics and colors for the array of dresses, skirts, blouses and gowns she made for them.
Geoff's father, on the other hand, was frequently absent. On the road as a salesman, he never showed up for Geoff's baseball games or, later, for his triumphs on stage in the high school musicals.
And then the worst happened--Janet divorced her husband, after discovering that many of his "sales trips" had, instead, been liaisons with another woman in another state. Geoff was alone in an otherwise all-female household, one in which the only other male figure was not only in disgrace but spoken of in the worst of derogatory terms.
He was 16. He was alone. He was lonely...and angry. He was searching through the attic for some of his old stuff when he came across the chest filled with Mary's doll things. He opened it--and the sight of all those little clothes and figures flooded him with rage at the neglect he felt. He began pulling the stuff from the chest and systematically ripping it to shreds. He had the fateful Saucy Suzie doll in his hands, prepared to pull the head from the statuesque body when he heard:
"Geoff! What are you doing?" Mary screamed and pushed him away from the chest, carefully packing away the articles he hadn't already destroyed and crying over the remains of those he had.
Geoff looked to the attic stairs, and saw his mother staring at him.
Over the next two weeks, neither Janet nor Mary spoke to him, but they spent a lot of time whispering together and in secretive phone calls.
Then, just two weeks after the incident in the attic, Geoff awoke to find them both standing over his bed. "Wake up, sleepy head," Janet urged. "We have a lot to do today."
Mary pulled something from behind her back. It was one of the dolls, dressed in its "original" bathing suit outfit.
Mary held the doll before his face. "This is my old Saucy Suzie doll, Geoff," she said. "Isn't she just beautiful?" Geoff looked at the plastic face, with its high arched eyebrows, pert nose and red pouting lips. Then something odd happened--the eyes of the doll began to glow and Geoff discovered he couldn't look away from them. "That's it, Geoff," Mary urged him. "Keep looking at her eyes, stare at her eyes, fall into her eyes....."
Geoff awoke, and found himself looking at the doll again. But it wasn't the doll, he realized. Despite the eyebrows, the lips, this was real. This face lived and breathed. The eyes blinked, the lips parted, the cheeks blushed.
"Oh, my god," he thought. "That's me!"
He was staring into a mirror, his image reflecting a life-sized replica of Saucy Suzie. A pair of feminine laughs came from behind him and Mary and Janet stepped into his view in the mirror. "You're just beautiful, Sissy Suzie!" his mother announced. The comment caused him to look down at his body, clad in a duplicate of one of Saucy Suzie's outfits, right down to the high spike heels that forced his feet into what should have been a painful arch.
He tried to step out of the shoes. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you," his sister advised. Yet he continued...and discovered that he couldn't get his heel to the floor. It hurt like hell when he tried.
Mary explained. "We've placed a hypnotic block on your muscles, darling. You're incapable of walking or standing in anything less than a five-inch heel." She smiled mischievously. "Don't despair, Sissy Suzie. It makes your legs look so sexy!"
Geoff found his voice. "Mary, Mom? Why have you done thith to me? I don't want to be a thitthy!" Was that his voice? It was so soft and breathy--and what was wrong with his tongue and teeth?
"Oh, Mom, you were right!" Mary exclaimed. "The lisp makes him sound so much more girlish!"
"What have you done to me?" Geoff pleaded. "Whath going on?"
"After your father left us," Janet explained, "Mary and I decided we were never going to deal with males again. Your destructive attitude toward her beloved dolls simply gave us a way to make the changes we wanted.
"Simply put," she continued, "you are no longer my son, Geoff. You are now our plaything, our doll, called Sissy Suzie. Yes, I said doll. You may occasionally be permitted to act and seem like a normal teenage girl, but most of the time you will simply be our full-size dress-up model. Let me demonstrate."
She looked him straight in the eye and said, "In the box." Instantly, Geoff felt his body go rigid, his arms held to his sides with bent elbows and wrists, his legs stiff and straight on their six-inch heels. It was a perfect imitation of the pose a Saucy Suzie took when displayed in her box.
"There are other commands you have been hypnotically conditioned to follow, too," Mary said. "Some of them are quite funny, some quite sexy. And you can't disobey us in anything. If you do, we just put you 'in the box' and give you a hypnotic trigger."
"Off the shelf." With those words from his mother, Geoff regained some control of his body, though he quickly discovered that every move he made was a parody of utter femininity. There was nothing he did or said that seemed masculine.
Now the two women went into high gear, pulling out a selection of clothing, all of them full-sized versions of famous Saucy Suzie outfits. Using a variety of triggers, they had their Sissy Suzie wear and model them.
It started with a bright yellow sundress with four layers of starched petticoats beneath, its halter neckline displaying Suzie's outsized boobs. Next was an imitation of a '60s style suit, with a hem that fell four inches above Suzie's knees and a jacket cut tight into her wasp-like waist. The final item was a figure-hugging gown with a slit up the side that revealed her long, sleek legs perched on seven-inch platform sandals.
Seeing herself in this last outfit, Suzie came to a revelation. "My boobth! They're real!?" she cried.
"Not exactly--but they might be in the future," Janet replied. "Those are the most realistic semi-permanent glue-on prosthetics money could buy--nothing but the best for our little Suzie doll! Of course, you can't tell they're phony...you're hypnotically compelled to see and feel them as real. Very real. Watch."
She reached forward and began to play with Suzie's nipples. The dollboy wriggled in response and felt a stirring at his crotch. "Ahh, is our sissy-clit getting big when I play with our tits?" his mother asked. "Excellent! All your sexual responses are now tied to your feminine attributes. Of course, in full 'doll' mode, you'll feel the sexual heat but your body won't react to it at all. Pose, Suzie."
Geoff felt his body become stiff but still movable. And though he still wriggled with pleasure at his mother's touch to his nipples, he no longer felt anything at his crotch. Like any Saucy Suzie doll, below the waist he was now sexless.
They left him that way until bedtime, when he was dressed in a fullsize version of Saucy Suzie's famous babydoll nightie and maribou mules. "Off the shelf,," Mary said, as she placed him into the new ruffled poster bed in his room. Immediately, his sissy-clit, as they called it, sprang back to life, bulging the satiny confines of his panties. "Need some relief, sweetie?" his sister asked. "Get saucy, Suzie." His come filled his panties...and his sister left.
He awoke promptly at seven AM and felt compelled to remove and wash out his sticky panties. He donned just a new pair of panties and a bra, followed by his maribou-trimmed dressing gown and minced into breakfast.
"Good morning, Sissy Suzie," his mother and sister greeted him.
"Good morning, Mother; good morning Thithter Janet," he lisped in response, as they had programmed him. After a light meal, Mary met her dollboy's eyes and said, "Pose, Suzie"...and they began to dress him once again, aided by his stiff, plastic-like movements.
This time, he wore one of the doll's '70s outfits--a form-fitting jersey knit minidress in a Mondrian-like pattern of color blocks. The hemline was incredibly short, ending six inches above his knees and the shoes he wore with it were neutral colored pumps with five-inch heels.
They led him to the car, where Mary coached him in the ladylike way to sit in such an abbreviated outfit. "Off to the mall, now, Sissy Suzie!" Janet announced. "There's a specialty shop there that has been working for weeks on a new outfit for you!"
Once at that mall, the tall figure who looked so much like a Saucy Suzie doll attracted a lot of attention, particularly when it became clear that the dollboy--still under the "pose" trigger--moved in a stiff, doll-like fashion.
Mary was delighted when they met a group of her schoolfriends. "Yes, we really did it," she advised them. "This is Sizzy Suzie," she introduced her transformed brother. "Say hello to Sarah and Stephanie, sweetie."
"Hello, Tharah, hello, Thtephanie," Geoff was forced to lisp. "Pleathed to meet you."
"So where are you off to?" Sarah asked.
"It's a surprise for Suzie," Mary said, then leaned in to whisper in her friends' ears. They giggled in response.
"Can we come along?"
"Sure, the more the merrier. Come along, Suzie."
They moved off down the mall, coming at last to a small boutique, Ms. Frill's Frocks and Gowns. Janet and Mary guided their charge into the shop, lined with silks, satins, tulle, and other fabrics meant for elegant formal wear. The walls of the store were covered with pictures of Ms. Frill's many gown designs.
"In the box," Janet ordered, and Sissy Suzie froze into her "packaged" attitude, while Sarah and Stephanie giggled again. "She's completely entranced that way," Janet explained, "so we can discuss our plans without her knowing."
Together with Ms. Frill, they laid out a program of action. In time, Geoff was again in a new dress, a fateful one that was destined to permanently change his life. And Janet encoded new programming into his mind, strengthening the doll-like femininity imposed upon him.
"Off the shelf." The words brought Geoff back to consciousness as he stared at the full-length mirror before him. Sissy Suzie had been transformed once again, this time into the image of every little girl's dreams--the Saucy Suzie wedding ensemble! Her hair was pulled back into a bun and atop it was a big white satin bow with a short veil attached. Her dress had a sweetheart neckline and little puff sleeves. The skirt was a knee-length A-line atop six layers of rustling petticoats, a sash around the cinched-in waist with another satin bow on the left hip. Wrist-length gloves, whitre kid pumps with six-inch heels, and bouquet of white roses completed the ensemble.
The girls gathered around him, an informal circle of "bridesmaids". "Oh, it's darling, Suzie. You make such a lovely bride!" Stephanie exclaimed.
"Thank you, Thtephanie," Suzie lisped in reply, curtseying as well. The programming had worked. Deep inside, Geoff was still humiliated and embarrassed by his plaything appearance, but outwardly, his only persona was a sissyish dollboy. And he felt his sissy-clit grow as his inner conflict grew--he was intensely turned on by both his appearance and his humiliation!
"Well, time we let this little doll have her fun," Janet decided. "Get saucy, Suzie!"
Laughter filled the little boutique as Sissy Suzie shuddered with the most explosive orgasm of her life, the first of many in her new doll existence!
THE END
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