The three female joggers ran past me in the opposite direction. They looked strong, powerful, but still beautiful and feminine…and I wondered if they’d noticed anything odd about me. I glanced behind and saw they had stopped running and were looking back, whispering and snickering.
Finally, one of them, the redhead, jogged back to me, followed by the other two. She pointed at my feet. “I was right,” she said to her companions. “He’s wearing patent-leather mary-janes! And I think those are pink tights I see as well!”
The blonde came up to me from the front and ran her hand over my chest. “Got a bra on, too,” she announced.
The brunette was boldest, as she passed her hand over my crotch. “He’s excited…bet he’s wearing panties!” Now the three of them circled me, looking me over. Finally, the redhead said, “How about it, sweetheart? How much of a sissy are you?”
I gulped. “I’m just a guy who likes girly things,” I tried to explain…but she cut me off. “You mean you’re a sissy, a pansy, a nancy-boy, right?” I looked at her blankly. She grabbed my ass. “Right?” she repeated in a louder voice.
“All right, I’m a total sissy…I wear panties and stockings almost every day.”
The blonde looked closer at my face. “Lip gloss, too, girls…very pink!” She looked me in the eye. “You like pink, don’t you, sissy? Your bra and panties are pink, too, right?” I stammered….
“Answer her, sissy!” The redhead demanded, grabbing my ass harder.
“Y…Yes, they’re all pink,” I replied. “Answer her correctly, sissy,” the redhead said, now grabbing my crotch. “What do you call a woman who knows you’re a sissy?”
“Yes…Mistress…they’re all pink,” I said, hanging my head in shame and humiliation.
“Hey, the more we tease him, the harder his little thing is getting!” the redhead announced. “He’s getting off on this!” She beckoned them to her and whispered. Then she said, “I think we should see just how girly he can be. Grab his arms, girls, and we’ll take him home!”
They were far stronger than I and, anyway, I was afraid they would strip me right there in the street. So I let them escort me to the house they shared nearby. Once inside, they did strip me to my bra, panties, tights, and shoes. “Very cute, sweetie,” the redhead complimented me, as the other two nodded in agreement. “Hey, Julie,” the redhead, who was named Holly, went on, addressing the blonde, “he…or maybe she…looks to be about your size. Let’s find our sissy something more to wear!”
Julie led me into her room and began looking through her closet. “I don’t want you to be too feminine, sweetheart…I like the idea of an obvious sissy!” She came out with a one-piece romper—in pink—and held it in front of me. “This should work!” She thrust into my hands and said, “Get dressed, honey!”
I unzipped the back of the romper and stepped into it. She helped me zip it up. “Almost ready…” she said, as she balled up a pair of socks and stuffed them into my bra. “Just a cute pair of teeny titties,” she snickered. Then she led me back to the living room, where her two roommates waited.
I stood before them, the first time anyone had seen me in feminine attire. “Nice choice,” the brunette, whom the others called Tracy, said. “But I think she needs a little more.” She took me by the hand into her room and pointed to the vanity. “Sit there, sweetie.” She wiped off my lip gloss and then dusted my eyelids with a pale pink color, added a touch of mascara, a little very pink blush, and a bright pink lipstick. She brushed my hair into a sort-of feminine style and then pinned a big pink bow in it. Then we went back to the living room.
Holly was waiting with a pair of shoes…pink pumps with three-inch heels. “These should complete the picture!” she said. She pushed me into a chair and handed me the shoes. “They may be a little tight…I’m only a size ten!” They were tight, but I managed to squeeze them on.
They pulled me to my feet and ordered me to pose while they used their cell phones to take dozens of photos. “These go on the neighborhood Facebook page if you don’t do exactly as we say,” Holly advised. “We want you to go out and buy some nice girly clothes,” she said, “then report back here next Saturday…and every Saturday from now on…for some sissy fun with us!”
She pointed to the door. “Now, go!” I hesitated. “What about my clothes? Can’t I change back first?”
“No,” Hollyreplied. “You walk home just as you are…and when you come back on Saturday, you better be just as pretty as you are now.”
I left, mincing in the tight heels, uneasy about being seen…but aroused and happy that I had found three strong, beautiful Mistresses!
THE END?
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