Turnabout Gurls; It All Started At The Sissy Store

My wife and I were out shopping. It was hot outside, and the mall was cool with places to look at and food to eat. We had been window shopping for just over two hours when Nina spotted a display of clothing that caught her interest. I looked to see what the items were, then smiled as they seemed like dresses for young girls.

Nina and I have talked about having children recently, but our careers make it difficult right now. I walked into a few stores while Nina stared at the window display. I turned and walked back, since she had not moved since I walked away. Once back, I hugged her, and she leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

A few minutes later, we were inside the store, and she was going up and down the racks looking for the perfect dress. I raised my eyebrows, since we had no children yet, there was no need for a dress. I looked around the store, the dresses seemed large for a young girl, the designs were very frilly and dainty as befits a young girl, but the size was more along what might fit Nina. The light had not come on upstairs until I reached the back of the store and saw the sign on the back wall.

Turnabout Gurl Salon Sissy Boutique, where new sissies are clothed and made pretty. The image to the right of the sign was of a male, his hair short, wearing one of their dresses, his hair all curly with a massive bow in it. No shortage of makeup applied to his face, in bold colors and very evident.

I looked for Nina, wanting to round her up and get her out of the store quickly. Too late, as she was talking to one of the sales assistants and looking my way often. The look on her face was more like a smirk, devious and anticipating lots of fun here.

After a lengthy discussion with the saleslady, Nina agreed to something and headed in my direction. I tried to make my escape to the mall, but was caught at the entrance to the store and dragged back to the rear of the store. I protested, dragged my feet, and did everything in my power to deny her whatever she was planning to do to me.

I am sure what she had in mind was not something I would like, but in the end, I found myself in one of their dressing rooms, Nina busy removing my clothes from my body. As I tried to hang on to my shirt, she would release my belt, my pants falling around my ankles. When I tried to reach down to retrieve them, my sweater was eased over my head, trapping my arms in the body of the shirt.

After that, it was useless. I was now stark naked, my hands over my groin, trying to preserve some modesty. Nina then left the room, my clothes going with her. I tried again to stop her, but she just smiled, then kissed me on the lips, the passion of the kiss making me forget what I was trying to do. Her hand brushed over my male organ to make sure I know the predicament I am in.

Of course, junior reacted. Now, along with being naked, I had the start of a massive erection. Alone in the changing room, with nothing to cover up with and feeling incredibly frustrated and cold, I awaited my fate.

The saleslady, along with Nina, reentered the changing room with Nina reaching for my male organ and holding tight. She had me in place as the saleslady coated the rest of my body in a whitish cream. Then she let go for a minute, returning her hands to my member as she slid on a silicone sleeve over my erect penis and balls. It slid right over my penis, the sack at the end of it fitting over my balls. I presume it had some lubrication inside, since it slid on so easily. It felt funny at first, then it seemed to be getting tighter on me, theoretically a physical impossibility.

In the meantime, Nina and the saleslady each had one of my hands slipping them into a glove with fingers that were open-ended, allowing my nails to be seen. The gloves seemed stiff at first, and in a matter of minutes, I could not flex my fingers. Now my fingers were splayed out and rigid, rendering them impossible to use. I looked at Nina for some explanation or for some help in escaping this scenario. Still, alas, there would be no rescue for me, her huge smile implying I was soon to be her sissy toy.

The cream was wiped off, my body hair coming with it. Now the feelings my skin was creating were assaulting my mind, goose pimples springing up everywhere. I leaned over, something slippery, pressing against my anus, and in one quick push, it was embedded in my rear hole. I felt it stop at the narrow part of the butt plug, now knowing what had been unceremoniously shoved up inside of me.

We had played around with butt plugs during the early stages of our married life, so I knew what one was. From the stuffed feeling, I presume it was of considerable size, certainly larger than anything we had played with before.

I stomped my feet, trying everything I could to get her to stop, but to no avail. With my fingers stiff, I felt helpless. Then you have the butt plug stuffed up my rear, and I really didn't know what to do.

A short chain was hooked to a ring that was attached to my silicone sleeve that surrounded my penis and pulled back, apparently now connected to the butt plug. I could feel the plug move as the chain pulled my penis snugly back between my legs. It seemed the sleeve my penis was encased in was still getting tighter, I have no idea how, but the pressure continued to gradually increase.

Now, hairless and somewhat restrained clothes were next. Nina's perfect dress was brought over to me. It was slipped over my head, and the back buttons secured. I tried to move my hands back there to stop her buttoning me up, but my splayed fingers were useless now for anything. I received a pair of heels to wear, then some oily substance was rubbed on my legs, making them shine. The oil disappeared almost immediately, but the shine remained. The heels were only a couple of inches high, but they did affect how I walked.

A glimpse in the mirror of the dressing room showed a larger than life sissy, her male head and boyish haircut the only things not matching the sissy image.

Nina to the rescue as I was led out the door of the store and to another establishment right next door. I had a sinking feeling as soon as I saw what they did. Sure enough, I was led to one of their styling chairs, and soon I was lying back as they washed and conditioned my hair. As I was pushed down on the chair, I felt my rear intruder move about, causing all kinds of unusual feelings to assault my mind.

Another lady started working on my nails, since my fingers were stiff, there was nothing I could do to keep her from doing so. I tried to withdraw my hands from her, but one look from Nina, and I allowed her to continue on. As the first tech worked on my hair, my nails were painted with a pink polish, then several coats of sealer to guarantee it remained in place.

My hair was worked on with curling tongs; now my dark blonde hair is a mass of curls, and it looks so juvenile. Of course, a cute pink bow was added, way out of proportion to my head, and oh so feminine. There were tendrils of a smaller ribbon in the bow, those draped loosely over my ears, adding to the sissiness of my image.

As if that was not enough, Nina reached under the short skirt of my dress. She attached another bow with the same color tendrils hanging from it to a ring on my sleeve surrounding my penis. The skirt would barely cover it when I walked, so it would be on constant display if I didn't walk demurely.

They finished my hair and pronounced me done. I sat up in the chair, hoping Nina would take me home. Instead, she kissed me again, this time with tongue. While my mind was trying to figure out what was happening, a collar was fastened around my neck; it fit snugly with no space between my neck and the collar. I heard a click and presumed another item was now on me that could not be removed. Nina appeared in front of me, attached a leash to the ring at the front of the collar, and led me off, not to the car, but to further explore the mall.

My head was on a swivel as I tried to see what people were looking at. I knew it would be hard to pass up a close look at a sissy; sure enough, no one looked anywhere else but at me. I was soon red-faced, not sure any more blood could get to my face.

It was humiliating to be led around the mall on a leash, dressed as a juvenile sissy in a most feminine outfit. With my fingers stiff and unable to bend, I was not able to resist her intentions. The heels made it almost impossible to not follow her, as I stumbled along behind her.

Nina eventually tired of it, and we headed to her car. I let out a huge sigh, home at last and finally able to get out of this ridiculous costume. When we did pull into our driveway, I swallowed hard, since my parents' car was parked there. I tried to slide down in the seat, since I heard my Mom talking to Nina as she approached the car.

The passenger door opened, and Mom was looking at her son, now dressed as a sissy. No laughing was heard, but soon I was being pulled from the car as she had the end of my leash and was tugging on it. I was still unsteady on my heels, so it took me a few moments to get to where I could stand by myself. Then another tug on the leash, and I was being led into the house.

It was bad enough to be seen by my Mother, but now Dad will get a good look at his now sissy daughter. I averted my eyes as I was led up to him, not wanting to see his disgust at seeing me. Imagine my surprise as he pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek, a feat never bestowed on me in the past. I did look at his face, making sure it was not someone else who had kissed me on the cheek. The one slim chance that he might step in to save me from a sissy life is now seemingly gone.

Nothing more was said, Nina and Mom setting the table for dinner, Dad setting out the take-out containers that they had brought to eat. As we sat down at the table, I was left standing since there was no place set up for me. Nina insisted I sit on her lap, as she pulled me close to her. Settled on her lap, I felt so ridiculous.

I tried to pick up a fork to eat with. My stiff fingers kept me from feeding myself; I couldn't even hold a fork in my hands, much less have a glass or cup to drink out of. So now humiliated, helpless, and highly frustrated.

Nina told them of our shopping trip, implying that as soon as I saw the dress I was wearing, I just had to have it. She tried to talk me out of it, but I wanted it so bad. Then, to make the outfit look right, I begged for my body hair to be removed and pink polish on my nails. Once those were handled, I just had to have curly hair, so to keep me from having a fit in the mall, she took me to have it curled.

I wanted pierced ears too, a lovely pair of earrings that I saw were a must-have, according to me. She put her foot down and told me no, maybe later in the week.

According to Nina, I pouted all the way back to the car. I took in the conversation, but knew better than to deny her version of it. Mom agreed to take me shopping later in the week, making sure I got my ears pierced and buying me the earrings I wanted. After I had eaten what I wanted, I lay my head on her shoulder, since I doubted she would let me up from her lap. I almost fell asleep, as Mom and Nina talked about other activities for me next week.

I did think of my work coming Monday, but I was not looking forward to it with the changes that had already been made in my appearance. I wondered what sissies do with their days, but as soon as my mind focused on that thought, I developed a severe headache.

My parents did leave later, with Mom promising to pick me up on Wednesday for a day of shopping and pampering. I did not miss the word pampering, but tried to not think about what that would mean. Nina left me at the table as she finished putting the rest of the food away, then approached, leading me to the living room. She sat on the couch, with me lying on it, my head on her lap.

She explained her thoughts today and thanked me for going along with her wishes, although reluctantly. She knew it was not something I ever dreamed of participating in, but you have made me so happy. I now have a combination of a younger sister, a baby to nurture, and a life-size doll to play with.

I will let your work know you have quit. I would never embarrass you with your workmates, although parading you through the mall on a leash was so much fun. I make enough to take care of all of our expenses and still be able to dress you in some of the latest sissy attire.

No questions now, please try the lifestyle for a while before you condemn it. I have arranged with one of my girlfriends for you to attend daycare, where you will be among other sissies and be watched over to make sure you behave in a proper sissy manner while I am at work.

Then once I get out of work, I will pick you up and take you home. I will see to your activities for the rest of the evening. Weekends, you can expect to be out and about, as I get to show off my pretty sissy.

Now time for all young sissies to go to bed, you have a busy day tomorrow. I was helped off the couch and taken to our bedroom. I wanted to be out of the dress and slip into my old pajamas.

No such luck, I did get out of the dress, but instead of my old pajamas, I received a sleep shirt, one that would look appropriate on a young female. Pink in color with pictures of unicorns all over the material.

Much to my dismay, the butt plug was left in for the evening, after she ascertained if I needed to do number two tonight. According to her, I walked so sexily with it inserted, a necessary part of my sissy life as far as she is concerned.

I closed my eyes, trying to think of other things, having a butt plug inside of me all day and most of the night, not something to look forward to.

I was cuddled and played with for several hours, as she manipulated my male organ inside its sleeve. I did eventually manage a few minutes of sleep, although they were not all at one time. I kept waking up when I squirmed on the bed, my butt plug shifting around inside of me, causing my penis to be stretched by the cord attached to it.

I did finally manage a little more sleep, small tidbits here and there. The next morning, I was far from rested. Taken from my warm bed, I was dragged to the bathroom, my butt plug removed, and sat on the toilet.

Meanwhile, she was getting ready for work. Once dressed, she appeared in front of me with a folded-up piece of cloth in her hands. I was told to wipe, then dragged to our bed where she had me lie on top of the comforter. My butt was raised up off the comforter for a moment, then the piece of cloth lay underneath it. Doused in baby powder, the piece of fabric was pulled up tightly around my waist and pinned at my sides.

Oh my gawd, she just put me in a diaper. I protested, waved my feet in the air, and tried to get up off the bed. With my hands in the mittens, and now diapered I was essentially helpless. Another sissy dress, and then I was led out of the house by the leash attached to my collar.

When she pulled up in front of a daycare, I panicked. As she dragged me in by my leash, I was crying, muttering no over and over. She handed my leash to one of her girl friends, kissed me on my nose, and left. She did tell me to be a good sissy for Glenda before she disappeared out the door.

Glenda disposed of the leash and grabbed my wrist. She patiently led me to one of their playrooms, towards the back of the building, then waited as I walked the remaining few steps. I was introduced to the others, all sissies apparently dressed similarly to me.

One sissy with long pigtails came over and hugged me, telling me not to cry anymore, you will like it here. She then led me over to a group of her friends sitting and playing with their dolls. She made sure I had a doll of my own, then sat next to me. I watched as they played with their dolls, looking at mine sitting in my lap. They were feeding them bottles, changing their clothes and diapers, and having them kiss each other. Before I knew it, I was starting to do the same, although I was severely hindered by my stiff fingers.

Some disturbing thoughts flashed through my mind during the day, but I tried to push them aside. A grown man playing with dolls while wearing a diaper, I must have bottomed out somehow, most likely not able to return to my former status. Glenda checked on us during the day, right before lunch, then as we lay down to take a nap a while later.

When she discovered I had wet my diaper, well, flooded it might be more appropriate, I was taken to a low table and she changed my diaper. I just lay there, knowing what she was doing, but trying to rationalize my peeing in my diaper as if I were an infant. Once back on my mat, I was soon asleep. Playing with dolls can be so tiring. We played hopscotch after our nap, hugging and kissing each other as we hopped around the room.

That is where Nina found me after arriving at the daycare. I was taken home, made to sit in the kitchen as she made us some supper. I got a hot dog smothered in ketchup and some French fries. She had to feed me, the mittens making my fingers useless. She had to clean me up, ketchup on my face, and a few drops of it on my dress. Then to the bathroom and a hot bath. It smelled of flowers, once out of the tub and dried off, I smelled the same.

My little fella had shrunk, the sleeve still tight around him, the whole package now just a fraction of the size it was before all of this started.

Of course, another diaper, since Glenda told my wife of my use of the diaper at daycare, I will be kept in a diaper from now on, apparently. Tucked into bed after another juvenile sleep shirt was slid over my shoulders. This one was silky to the touch and slippery as it was pulled down my body. It was much longer than the one last night, bunching up around my knees and legs.

Mommy gave me a kiss on my nose, then tucked me in. Just like that, my mind considered her my Mommy, the wife part a thing of the past.
I spent a few minutes trying to figure out a way out of this mess I found myself in, but it was like my mind was switched off; no logical thoughts were possible anymore. I remembered playing with the other sissies, being changed at the daycare, and my smelly bath tonight. Then, just like that, I was out to the world.

When Nina came to wake me, she felt my diaper, soaking wet, according to her. I was beyond humiliated, but she seemed happy, a huge smile coming to her face. Two days, and I could not control my bladder anymore. I imagined I would soon be pooping in my diaper very soon also.

With a fresh diaper pinned on me and another new dress to wear, it was off to daycare for me. My fingers were still stiff; I imagined the stiffness might be permanent, along with the sleeve that was still tightly around my penis. At least, the butt plug got removed every once in a while.

At the daycare, I joined in right away with the other sissies. My doll was hungry and needed to be fed. Then her dress changed, one of the other sissies helping me with the buttons on the dress. I could barely hold the bottle to feed my doll, but I managed somehow. The doll's clothing, however, was too difficult for this sissy.

Each day was a continuation of the previous. Mom did take me shopping and got my ears pierced, something I could have done without. The earrings were cute, though, with little pink bows hanging from a delicate silver chain.

On the weekends, I got taken to the mall, according to Nina, I needed lots of new dresses. Why she had to drag me through all of the other stores was troubling, then I remembered her saying she wanted to show off her pretty sissy to everyone. I am sure almost everyone saw me, since we were in the mall for four hours, walking back and forth. Add in two more hours at the sissy store to try on all of my new dresses.

I was worn out when we got home, the combination of all that walking and my rear intruder had taken everything out of me. I fell asleep sitting in the chair as she tried to feed me, then she helped me up to get me to the bedroom to change my diaper and put me to bed. She did lie next to me, cuddling me tightly to her body, not letting me budge an inch. Lots of little kisses, a few on the ear, but all of them greatly appreciated. My Mommy loves me, the thought making its way through my mind, as I drifted off to sleep.

I did have a few moments of lucid thought every once in a while, now realizing that I am a full-time sissy, now, every day is a repeat of the previous one. I am alright with it, not what I had dreamed about, but since Nina is so happy, a life I can put up with.

My parents get to babysit me a couple of times a month. Mom is quite happy about that, looking forward to each and every time. She takes me out shopping, more sissy dresses, my usual gifts, and I probably now have more than the sissy store.

Dad tolerates me, but I do get a lot of hugs from him and kisses on the cheek when it is time for them to go home. He helped Nina fix up the second bedroom for me, baby furniture along with a sissy motif, the room just oozing sissiness. Nina sleeps with me till I get tired on her bed, then I am taken to my room for the rest of the evening.

A bigger-than-normal crib was my eventual home for the evening. The sides pull up so that I will not fall out of the crib. Of course, a changing table, since I am totally incontinent, is a necessary requirement for changing my diapers.

As my nails grew out, the mittens were done away with, my fingers with the long nails still somewhat stiffer than they used to be, but still almost impossible to do anything with. I presume I still have a penis somewhere, but there is no feeling down there, and I never see it, since it is always pulled back between my legs. I am not sure I even remember what its function was; it has been so long ago. It is only at times that I remember some of my past with Nina, but fleeting thoughts are seldom thought of again later.

It is my birthday today, and there is a party at the daycare for me with all of my sissy friends. I, of course, received a new sissy dress yesterday, and a visit to the salon where extensions were added to my hair and curled. Now I have curls all the way down my back, my image so pleasing to my eye, a true sissy girl that is loved by her Mommy and parents. Along with all of that, I received the name DeeDee, a name fitting my sissy nature. Now to the daycare and more presents, a wonderful life for sure, life as a sissy girl.

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