Sissy Sorority, conclusion

Next Saturday, Jeremy stood outside the location, known as “Vera’s Pansy Palace”. For this excursion, he decided to be a bit more obviously feminine; he wore blouse with lace-trimmed collar and cuffs, and pink leggings. His shoes were patent-leather ballet flats. He took a deep breath and entered.

“Hi, sweetie!’ said the woman behind the counter. “How can I help you?”

“Ms. Vera recommended I come here to try and look more girlish,” Jeremy began.

“Oh! You must be Jemma,” the receptionist replied. “Ms. Vera said to expect you.” She spoke into a microphone and her voice rang throughout the building. “Attention all staff! We have a ‘newbie’ at reception. His name is Jemma. Will guest services please send someone to escort him?”

In just a few moments, a pretty young woman in a gleaming white jumpsuit arrived. “Hello, Jemma, I am Ms. Clarissa. Follow me.” She led him through the door into the main part of the facility. Gesturing to the right, she said, “over there, we have the boutique, where we stock a full range of attire, from undies to shoes to dresses and gowns of all kinds—and all sized and designed to fit a male body.” A few more paces and she pointed to the left. “And here we have the salon. This is where your time with us will begin.” She called to another staff member, similarly clad. “Ms. Teresa, Jemma is scheduled for his first full makeover. I leave him in your capable hands.”

Ms. Teresa, equally as attractive, took Jeremy by the hand and led him to a styling chair. “Excuse me, Ms. Teresa,” he said, “but am I right that you, Ms. Clarissa and all the other staff here are biological women, unlike me and your customers?’

“Absolutely true, Jemma,” she replied. “And we are all members of Phi-Delta-Phi. We get immense pleasure from dominating and feminizing little pansies like you!” She finished with a laugh.

Jeremy looked around the salon and again recognized many of the boys and men being worked on…but he was confused when he saw one very young customer (no more than 13, he guessed) who was secured to his chair with straps on his arms and legs. “Oh, I see you’ve noticed Peggy,” Ms. Teresa explained. “You see, some Phi-Delta-Phi members have sons and brothers who need to be…well, convinced…to be transformed. Until they accept their revised appearance, they are kept in restraints.”

“He is wearing a set of headphones, too….” Jeremy noted.

“Oh, yes,” she continued. “We sometimes find it necessary to use mild hypnosis to complete the process. In fact, some of our regular customers enjoy the experience as well.” She looked down at her clipboard. “It says here, Ms. Vera has recommended it for you.”

Jeremy gasped. “Really?” He’d never considered it before, but something about the idea of using hypnosis to improve his ability to simulate femininity intrigued him. “Sure, why not?” he exclaimed.

“Then step over to my station and we’ll begin.” Ms. Teresa adjusted the chair and then turned it so it faced away from the mirror. “I always find it works best when my subject can’t see the transformation in process.” She slipped the headphones over Jeremy’s ears and flipped a switch.

Jeremy’s ears were filled with a soothing music and Ms. Teresa’s voice, gently lulling him into a light trance. In a short time, he became completely unaware of anything happening to him. And in that time, Ms. Teresa completely changed his appearance, from a somewhat handsome young man to a very pretty boy.

When she was done, Ms. Teresa turned the chair back to face the mirror and carefully lifted the earphones from Jeremy’s head. “Oooooh,” he sighed. “I look beautiful!”

“Yes, you do,” Ms. Teresa agreed. “Now you are ready for the next step.” She flipped a switch and her voice came over the loudspeaker: “Will Ms. Clarissa please collect Jemma for her clothing shopping?” Moments later, Ms. Clarissa returned.

“You’ve done a marvelous job with him,” she gushed. “Now, don’t dawdle, Jemma—we still have a lot to do.” As she led Jeremy to the boutique side of the facility, she explained, “I’m sure you have a good deal of typical ‘co-ed’ styles in your wardrobe, but Ms. Vera has decreed that tonight’s gathering at the chapter house will be a formal affair! So we need to find you an elegant evening gown and all the accessories to go with it!”

On entering the formal wear department, Jeremy was astounded by the sheer abundance of choices: Floor-length A-line dresses, tight-fitting mermaid styles, column gowns…and all with a variety of bodices—spaghetti straps, bare-shoulder, halter, bare-back. And the colors! Black, white, red, and every pastel shade he could imagine! But first, came the measuring. Another staff member, in the requisite white jumpsuit, stripped him to his foundation garments and began wrapping a tape measure around his bust, his waist, his hips, and stretching it from his crotch to the floor. “Jemma is a perfect size 10,” she announced. “And pink is definitely her color!”

Ms. Clarissa began looking through the racks, pulling out a gown and holding it before Jeremy’s body. She repeatedly shook her head and chose another, going through a half-dozen before finally announcing, “This is the one! Go to the fitting room and try it on, Jemma.” She gestured to the other staff member to assist.

It took a while to get him into all the necessary things, but eventually Jeremy emerged wearing the selected gown: A pink one-shouldered column gown with magnificent ruffles on the bodice. “Yes,” Ms. Teresa exclaimed. “No one but a truly submissive sissy would be seen in such an outfit!” Jeremy smiled at his reflection in the mirror and the compliments. “Now, I have one last request of you, Jemma,” Ms. Clarissa said. “May I have the honor of being your escort tonight?”

Jeremy blushed and smiled shyly. “I am the one who would be honored,” he whispered. Ms. Clarissa took him in her arms and gave him a deep kiss.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

At 7 PM, Jeremy was all set. He was wearing his sexiest lingerie, sheerest nylons, highest heels and, of course, that gorgeous pink gown. He could feel his arousal grow as the moment approached; his sissy-cock grew and twitched at the memory of that kiss! The doorbell rang. He answered the door and there stood Ms. Clarissa, in a sexier version of the Phi-Delta-Phi uniform—low cut and all in a domme-appropriate black.

“Hello, Sweetie,” she said, a broad smile on her face. “My, I’m going to be the envy of all my sorority sisters with you on my arm this evening!”

Jeremy gave her his arm and they went out to the limousine she had rented for the night. She held the door as he slid in, then took her place at the wheel. She steered with one hand, as the other stroked and caressed his burgeoning member. “So big, so eager,” she laughed. “Will I need to lock you in a chastity cage to avoid embarrassing moments?” The thought of being so encased made Jeremy’s sissy-cock twitch once more. “Well, you like that, do you?” Jeremy blushed and nodded. “How would you feel if I added a butt plug…so I would be the only one with access to you?” He squirmed in response to that suggestion. “All right then, the ladies room will be our first stop on arrival!”

And so, a few minutes later, Jeremy discovered the fascinating feeling of being locked in the front and filled in the back…and fell in love with the idea of being so totally controlled by a beautiful woman who preferred him to be beautiful as well. “Ms. Teresa,” he whispered, as they close-danced, “I believe I am falling in love with you.”

Ms. Clarissa smiled. “Exactly, my plan, Jemma dear. Tomorrow, we can begin planning on moving in together.”

Six weeks later: