Mrs. Demanden recognized the chief protestor immediately. “Mitchell, one more outburst of that kind, and you will spend the next week in detention,” she admonished the speaker. She then turned her attention to the newest contingent of students. “FISH Academy attendees, will you please stand to be acknowledged.”
Around the room, 30 sweetly attired sissies rose, their pretty dresses and petticoats rustling. At a nod from Mrs. Demanden, they curtseyed in unison, and the crowd applauded once again. “These little darlings are with us to learn how to be proper femboys and nancies, as their parents and guardians have requested. They will be attending some of the regular classes, such as English, history and mathematics, but the bulk of their time will be spent in practicing sissy behavior.” There was another rumbling of discontent from the rear, but Mrs. Demanden silenced it with a sharp look.
“Miss Leah, pay no attention to that loudmouth,” she said. “Mitchell, one more word from you and I’ll see you in my office!” Mitchell began to speak, thought better of it, and stomped off, surrounded by his rowdy friends. Ms. Stricklace turned her attention to the sissies. “Follow me to the sewing room for your lesson in embroidery.”
As Leah sat and carefully sewed her name into a pretty pair of satin panties, a new friend, Rosamund, commiserated. “We’ve all had run-ins with Mitchell and his pack of rowdies,” she told Leah. “I wouldn’t worry about him—he seems to be all bark and no bite.”
“Thanks, Rosamund,” Leah replied. “What really bothered me was that my sissy-cock got very aroused when he insulted me that way.”
“That just proves you’re a real sissy,” Rosamund noted. “We all get turned on by being humiliated.” She leaned in and gave Leah a sweet sissy kiss on the lips.
That evening, Leah told Amanda about her run-in with Mitchell. “Don’t worry about any of it, darling,” her sister advised. “Some boys will never understand the joy of being feminized until they experience it for themselves.” And I’d bet Mitchell will very soon, if I know Mrs. Demanden, Amanda thought. “Now, let me help you feel better—how about a nice milking?”
Leah smiled and threw her arms around Amanda. “That would be so lovely, Miss Amanda! Will you save my cream for my bottle in the morning?”
“I have something even better in mind, sweetie,” Amanda said. “Let’s have cake and milk and I’ll use your cream as extra icing on yours!” Leah licked her lips in anticipation of the special treat.
One month later, things had seemed to settle down at school. Auditions were announced for the annual play and Leah, in a surprise move, was selected to play the ingenue role. Unfortunately, Mitchell would be playing the villain, so they would be somewhat thrown together during rehearsals. Leah kept her distance and the girls and sissies in the cast protected her from Mitchell’s abuse…but they couldn’t be around all the time.
On the afternoon of final dress rehearsal, Leah found herself the last to leave. As she packed her things, Mitchell burst into the dressing room used by the girls and sissies. “Finally got you alone, pervert!” he shouted. “Time you paid for the trouble you’ve caused me!”
Leah backed away from him. “Any trouble you were in was your own doing,” she replied through trembling lips. “I didn’t start anything!”
“You and all those other little pansies started it just by being here,” Mitchell protested. He advanced on her, grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms around her and fondled her crotch. “Huh! They don’t trust you—you’re all locked up!”
“No, they don’t trust you and your friends,” Leah answered, trying to pull away from him.
Mitchell ran his hands over her body. “Shame you haven’t got any real curves, nancy-boy! I’d love to play with a pair of sissy tits!” He grabbed her bodice and ripped it away. Leah screamed with all her might and just then, Mrs. Demanden came through the door with some of the school security.
She pointed to MItchell. “Get him out of here and take him to the discipline office!” Then she took Leah in her arms and comforted her. “That lout will never bother you again. In fact, come with me and you can help see to it!”
Moments later, Mrs. Demanden and Leah walked into the discipline office, where Mitchell sat, guarded by two of the school security officers—two female officers, who looked very formidable. Leah gazed at them in wonder. “Yes, we have a special cadre of women guards, assigned to any incident involving the sissy students. I call them the 'Amazons',” Mrs. Demanden explained. She looked over at Mitchell and said, “Strip, young man!”
Mitchell scowled and didn’t move a muscle. “I’m not undressing in front of that fairy pervert,” he snarled, indicating Leah.
“Very well,” Mrs. Demanden said. “Guards, remove his clothes!” Instantly, one of the Amazons moved behind Mitchell and seized his arms, holding them tight. The other took up a sturdy pair of shears and began to cut away his clothing. In a short time, he was naked. “Ha! Look at the bully, Leah!” Mrs. Demanden laughed. “Our big manly boy has hardly any hair below his chin…and not much there, I’d guess. No wonder he doesn’t want to be seen in the nude!” She went to a dresser in the corner and pulled out a set of pink, frilly lingerie. She handed them to Leah. “As his principal target, dear, you have the honor of putting him in his first panties and bra.” Leah hesitated. “Oh, don’t worry, darling. I’m sure the guards have him quite cowed now!”
Leah approached with trepidation, but Mitchell remained calm under the watchful eyes of the Amazons as she slid the panties up his legs and over his genitals. Then she took the bra and wrapped around his chest, hooking it tightly. Mrs. Demanden and the guards smiled at their captive’s discomfort. “Sit down, Mitchell, while Miss Leah assists you with your hosiery,” Mrs. Demanden directed. Leah knelt and glided the sheer white stay-up stockings onto Mitchell’s legs, taking time to ensure they were straight and secure.
“Nicely done, dear,” Mrs. Demanden complimented. “Now, why don’t you do his makeup?” Leah pulled a chair close to Mitchell and began, starting with foundation. Then she dusted his eyelids with a pastel blue and did his eyeliner. Next came a set of false eyelashes. Blush was applied to his cheeks. Finally, Leah carefully did his lips with a sweet shade of pink, followed by a shiny gloss. “Wonderful!” Mrs. Demanden said. “Now, he’s almost ready to join the sissy class!”
Mitchell’s eyes began to tear up at that. “Oh, no, Mrs. Demanden—I can’t be one of them!” he protested.
“But you are, aren’t you?” she teased. “You can feel that pathetic little thing rising and twitching in your panties, can’t you? That’s a sure sign that you are and always have been a sissy at heart!” She turned back to Leah. “Go to the wardrobe and find our Mitzi a suitable frock. Yes, that’s your name now, sweetie—Mitzi!” Leah found a lovely dress in pale pink with three tiers of skirts and pettis, and lots of ruffles and bows. Realizing he—or rather, she—was better off in the dress than just the lingerie, Mitzi didn’t fight being dressed in this childish manner. The next addition was a pair of shoes in the same shade of pink, with three-inch heels and bows on the instep.
Mrs. Demanden took a long curly blonde wig from its stand and settled it on Mitzi’s head, being sure it was combed out properly. “Oh, Mrs. Demanden—one more thing,” said Leah. “The dress comes with this delightful bow!” Leah fastened the accessory to Mitzi’s curls. It was enormous and, indeed, the most sissy thing anyone in the room could imagine.
Mrs. Demanden opened the door and said, “Lead her out to the school courtyard.” The Amazons each took an arm and guided Mitzi’s mincing steps outside. A crowd had gathered, having heard of the school bully’s come-uppance—even the school newspaper sent a photographer.
The next day’s edition had this headline over a lovely photo of the new sissy:
MEET MISS MITZI, THE NEW STUDENT IN FISH ACADEMY
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ommy read the story to me. It was very exciting and a little scary! I'm so glad everything turned out ok!!
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