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It's nothing to cry about when you look so pretty, sweetheart," murmured Serena as she clipped a butterfly bow of pale blue silk into each side of his soft blonde hair. "The sissies who come into the boutique will want to hold onto you and feel your little peeny in their fingers." Put him in these shoulder petticoats," she said, "and I want him in Snow-White knee-highs and crystal pumps to match this dress." Serena held a petticoat over his head and it dropped onto his bra cups in a silky bodice, spreading outwards in paper nylon stiffness from his lower ribs. He tightened his fists to prevent a shiver of embarrassment: the skirt of his petticoat flared from well above his waist but was only 12 or 14 inches deep. What kind of childish little skirt was he going to be put into? Jason's pulse was throbbing as he forced himself to look his partner in the eye. "I... feel so precious in front of you, darling," he said, pausing and pressing his lips together to control their tremble, "I simply have to plant a loving kiss on your sweet lips." If you want your whole look to have that irresistible touch, you need each garment to match. If one of them does not match, you might not be so tempting in your lover's eyes. For example, sissy panties go great with a good bra. Both pieces complement each other and multiply the seductive effect they would have separately. Of course, choosing the right combinations will take you a bit of time, but the result will be worth it. Just look at our catalog and let your imagination run wild. Choose the ideal material for every occasion

Miss Presswell, held Jason by short ribbons so that the ruffles of her bust pressed into the ruffle at his shoulder. "You will help ladies to select pretty lingerie for their sissies and of course you will show suitable feminine sweetness towards any sissies we meet," she said. "A sissyboy always shows the same affection for all sissies, regardless of their age, since they are all sweet little girls by nature." You know what to say, boy," she said, her face twisted as if she had a slice of lemon in her mouth, and she took the older sissy's hand to wrap Jason's fingers round it, then the other. Their faces were six inches apart, both blushing a deep red. Jason shook with shivers as Miss Presswell held her arms round him, preventing his interference, and turned up the front of his paper-taffeta skirt and crisp petticoat. His panties had hardly been covered at all, but now it was obvious to the three women that his penis was tightly stiffened into the satin gusset, so that the double dome of his knoblet was pointing upwards in an eager erection. Good morning, Janet; good morning ladies," said Miss Presswell, moving Jason up to within arm's reach of the sissy. "Who have we here?"

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Remember, boy," rasped the manageress as she held him from behind by his satin reins, " perfect sissyboy behaviour!. If I am not delighted with your performance in the boutique, you will become a dainty sissy friend to all the names in your facebook. Forward sissyboy." An "Aaaahhhhhhhhh!" of admiration mingled with delight escaped every woman in the circle as every pair of crimson lips seemed to be close enough to reach down and kiss his exposed helmet. "Isn't it dainty?" "A little sweetie!" "I've never seen such a girlish penis, have you?" "No, it's a girl's penis, I'm sure." And four or five pairs of fingers, some of them gloved, held his stiffened organ by the shaft, the helmet, his testacles and the most sensitive parts of his legs and groin.

He soon woke up when he saw where Miss Presswell was bringing him: to the other lingerie counter, where Kate was serving a woman and her sissy boy. He knew at once Kate had been watching him because she spoke to him as they drew near. Let me tell you about Jason," she said in an excited voice. "Jason Boothroyd, to be exact. He can sometimes be quite rude and... pig-ignorant, in my opinion, but seeing Jason wearing a little summer dress with those dreamy white puffed sleeves and a lovely girls' white collar changes all that, don't you agree?"Jason was all ears. Surely she wasn't going to tell his stepmother about the duties he had performed this morning? His mouth fell open. They were all pictures of him in his sissyboy suit, a line of them showing him in his short pink skirt and dozens more catching him in unforgivable intimacy with the boy in the petticoat slip. The boy's mother was in a high spirits after witnessing the sweet sissy kiss. "I want him in white satin," she declared, "with lacy prettiness at each leg. There's no point sending him to girls' school if he isn't as girlish as can be." She pointed to a pair of full cut panties in slipper satin with two inches of white lace at each leg. "There, sissy boy," she said to Jason, "put him into these." Jason lifted his free satin glove to prevent a tear from leaving his eye, and then the other. His glove cupped his face as his blushes overcame his cheeks, and in a moment of panic, he turned to Miss Presswell and buried his face into the satin frills of her blouse.