Go FISH, part 2

Amanda found the details of the FISH program intriguing, so much so that she decided to ask Flossie about the experience. She pulled a seat up to the receptionist’s desk and inquired, “Flossie, are you happy in your new role?”

“Happy, Miss Amanda?” she replied. “I’m ecstatic! Somehow, Ms. Allison realized I was never meant to be a ‘normal’ male and FISH helped her change me into the sissy I should be.”

“But what is your life like now?” Amanda continued to probe. “Tell me of a typical day.”

“Well, from Monday to Friday, it works like this,” Flossie began. “I wake up in my sissyish nightdress, having spent a lovely time sharing Ms. Allison’s bed. I am always up before she is. I put on the maid’s uniform I wear at home and lay out her clothes for the day. I gently wake her and while she dresses, I prepare breakfast. I bring hers on a tray and then retreat to the kitchen for my own.

“Once we have both finished eating, I do the washing up and then change into something like you see me in now. We drive here to the shop and I begin my duties. After lunch, we generally close for an hour and Ms. Allison provides me with an erotic interlude…I do love to taste her pussy! We generally end the day here around six and then return home for a light dinner. At bedtime, I assist her into her nightie and crawl into bed beside her. We often have a vigorous make-out session and then fall asleep in each other’s arms.”

“You’ve said that’s Monday to Friday,” Amanda observed. “I gather the weekends are…different?”

Flossie blushed. “Oh my! On Friday night, Ms. Allison first masturbates me—or as she calls it, ‘milks’ me—until I have come three or four times and cannot come again. This leaves me feeling quite weak and submissive, as If having all my male juices drained has made me feminine and very juvenile. Then she puts me in a diaper, takes me in her arms and I nurse at her breasts, like a baby.

“When she feels I am sufficiently infantile, she places a pacifier in my mouth, dresses me in a delightful ‘onesie,’ and puts me to bed. On Saturday morning, she wakes me and puts me in a high chair for breakfast—a baby bottle of warm milk, mixed with the cream she pumped out of me the night before.”

Amanda gasped. “She feeds you your own semen?”

“Oh, yes,” Flossie replied, smiling and licking her lips. “It’s very tasty! I remain as a baby until Monday morning, when she again allows me to dress as an overly frilly feminine male!” She looked at the clock. “I suspect Leah is done with her makeover by now. Would you like to see her?”

“Yes, of course,” Amanda said. Flossie escorted her to the chair where Ms. Allison had worked on the young sissy. “Goodness! What a change,” Amanda remarked. Leah’s hair had been bleached to a golden blonde and then tightly permed into a cap of curls. Her complexion had been smoothed into a girlish glow, her eyes done up to make her look very young and innocent, a look accented by her pink lips. Her nails had been filed and shaped into feminine ovals and painted to match her lips.

Leah looked at Amanda with pleading in her eyes. “Please, sister, may we go home now?”

“Not quite yet, Leah,” Amanda replied. “I want you to thank Ms. Allison for the lovely work she has done on you, by giving her a deep curtsey. I know you can do it, dear.” Leah stood and did her best to make the feminine bow requested. “Well, we’ll work on that at home,” Amanda laughed. “For now, I want you to give both Ms. Allison and Flossie a sweet good-bye kiss.”

Allison stepped forward, took Leah’s face he her hands and gently kissed her. Flossie, on the other hand, took Leah in her arms, pressed her lips tight to Leah’s and then thrust her tongue deep into the other sissy’s mouth. Leah staggered under this erotic assault….and Amanda noted an obvious twitch in Leah’s pantied crotch. She also observed the satisfied grin on the sissy receptionist.

Amanda took the FISH pamphlet and waved it as they left. “This will come in handy,” she called.

TO BE CONTINUED