Go FISH, part four

The next day, the following note arrived in the mail:

Dear Amanda and Leah:
You are cordially invited to join me and my sissy friends, Briony and Betsy, for afternoon tea at the English Tea Room on Monday, at 2:30 PM. They are very eager to meet you. RSVP at 555-0011.
Mrs. Vera Demanden

Amanda immediately accepted the invitation.

And so, on Monday, Amanda put together a very formal, but decidedly juvenile, outfit for Leah’s first public appearance. The dress was white with pink hearts and a two-tiered flaring skirt. Leah’s accessories were white wrist-length gloves, a white headband, frilly white socks, and white shoes with big bows on the instep. She carried a cute wicker handbag and a parasol that matched her dress.

“Miss Amanda, couldn’t I have a dress that would attract less attention for my time out?” Leah asked, in a pleading tone.

“Definitely not,” Amanda insisted. “I want you to make a good impression on Mrs. Demanden’s nancy-boy companions. You wouldn’t want them to appear more feminine and child-like than you, would you?”

“I…I suppose not,” Leah whimpered. “But I do hope I will not be terribly embarrassed in this dress!”

No, you don’t hope that, Amanda thought. I know you better…you will revel in your feelings of humiliation and submission, just as a good sissy should!

Moments later, with Amanda clad in a simple black sheath, sheer black hose and black patent stilettoes, they took a cab to the restaurant, in a fashionable part of town. Entering, they were greeted by the hostess who, recognizing Leah as a sissy, immediately knew why they were there. “Mrs. Demanden and her party have not yet arrived,” the hostess told Amanda. “Let me escort you to the table.” As they made their way to their seats, it was clear many of the other diners also knew who they were meeting. Amanda saw lots of eyes follow them and heard whispers of “Demanden” and “sissy” throughout the room.

As she had suspected, Leah beamed with pride at the attention and, before seating herself, gave a cute smile and curtsey to the whole room. A group of older women at the next table tittered and giggled at the sight. In a short time, the hostess brought Mrs. Demanden and her charges to the table. Leah rose and curtseyed, and the two sissies with Mrs. Demanden did likewise. Mrs. Demanden indicated her companions should be seated and she began the introductions.

“Miss Amanda, this is Betsy,” she gestured to the figure on her left, “and this is Briony,” indicating the pretty thing on her right. “As you have no doubt noticed, they are twins. They were born 17 years ago as Robert and Brian. Their mother, a good friend of mine, decided—when they reached the age of 11—that she could not bear to have two boys in her home any longer. At my suggestion, she began their feminization. Under the care of Dr. Magda Madchenmacher, they have been treated with a regimen of puberty blockers and female hormones. You will note that the latter have resulted in a quite lovely breast development in them both, while the puberty blockers have meant that the usual signifiers of maturity—a deepening voice, hair growth in specific places—have been arrested.”

“I see they are dressed, not as typical teens, but in a more juvenile manner,” Amanda commented.

“Yes,” Mrs. Demanden continued, “just as you keep your little sister in the sissy-ish clothing of a toddler. It reminds them that they are not true females. Oh—have I mentioned that they get a good deal of attention from the girls at the high school? In fact, Briony is engaged to marry the senior class president after graduation. Her mother has planned an elaborate ceremony, with Briony in the most delightful of gowns.”

As she finished speaking, three elegant middle-aged women came to the table. “Oh, Vera!” the first exclaimed, “it is you! I thought no other lady would be surrounded by so many sweet pansies!”

“Hello, Stella!” Mrs. Demanden replied. “You already know Betsy and Briony….and this is Miss Amanda and her feminized little brother, now known as the sissy Leah! They will be joining the FISH program in the fall.”

All three sissies rose to their feet and curtseyed. “How wonderfully girlish they are,” another of the women remarked. “Vera, can see them kiss and hug? It is always so stimulating to see a little femboy behave that way!”

“Of course, Helena,” Mrs. Demsnden agreed. “Briony, why don’t you give a sweet sissy kiss to Leah? And when you are done, Leah can demonstrate the same with Betsy.” Briony minced forward and placed her gloved hands on Leah’s cheeks as she pursed her lips and gently kissed them. Leah began to pull away, but Briony held tight and thrust her tongue deep into Leah’s mouth, as she rubbed her crotch against Leah’s. Leah shuddered from the erotic action.

Briony stepped away to give her twin sister space. Betsy smiled at Leah, who—in the thrall of the pink fog all this activity had created—grasped Betsy tight and emulated Briony. As they broke apart, all three sissies sighed rapturously and sank back into their chairs. The three visitors each chose a partner from among them and applied a long, erotic kiss.

The women giggled as they completed their arousing assault and left, sharing details of their feelings with the others.

TO BE CONTINUED