SISSY

The Next Day

I was up early, and called to set up a surgery for Lucy's breast enhancement. The hormones were working but his tits seemed to have stopped growing at a B cup. I wanted him really top heavy. At least a D cup, maybe a DD. I let the exhausted sissy sleep.

As I was finishing up my third coffee after breakfast, Lucy entered the kitchen, dressed to the nines as a very pretty lady. But this was Friday, and he should have been dressed as a sissy.

Lucy said as he walked in, "Good morn..."

I faked rage, saying, "What the fuck do you think you're doing, sissy? This is Friday, damn it."

His face went pale with fear as he stood just inside the dining room, balanced on his five-inch high-heeled pumps. "It's... its Fri... Friday?" he stammered.

"Fucking right it's Friday. You have earned some serious correction, you stupid ass," I bellowed, suppressing my glee at catching him in error. "Now, you have 30 minutes to correct the situation, and then go to the rec room and lie face up on the pool table. Go!"

***

Lucy hastily ran to the bedroom to redress. He stripped the makeup from his face, disrobed, slinging his feminine attire across the room, some landing on the bed, the rest on the floor. He carefully placed the expensive blonde wig on its form, and began digging out some of his sissy attire. Fishnet crotch-less pantyhose in off-black, low heel open toe patent pumps, and an off-black training bra with the cups cut out. He had to search for the ball spreader, but finally found it in one of Chloe's drawers.

As he began to attach his gaudy imitation gold dangling earrings, those that almost grazed his shoulders, he discovered that he was still wearing his precious 2ct. diamond studs, and hastily removed them. Then he noticed that his fingernails and toenails were all wrong for a sissy. They had to be pale pink, not the ruby red he had on. He quickly removed the offending color and replaced it with pale pink. He matched that with the same shade of lip-gloss, followed by just a hint of rouge on his cheeks. Matching rouge on the nipples peeking through the cupless bra. Then just a light application of mascara, hardly noticeable to the untrained eye. But he knew Chloe's eyes were trained, and heaven forbid she find anything else to criticize. He was already in enough trouble as it was. Before he donned his pumps, he pulled on a pair of fancy ladies socks with a red bow in the back. "Garish," he thought, "but I do what I must to please Chloe."

He was finished in just under the 30 minutes allotted, and he was wearing all he was allowed unless he was going outside, when he could wear unisex slacks (no front zipper), and a see through white shirt that buttoned like a blouse (which is what it was). On his way out he stopped briefly in the bathroom and swallowed two Viagra pills.

***

I was waiting for Lucy in the rec room, and he made it just in time to meet the 30-minute time allotted. He climbed onto the pool table, assuming a prone position, face up, legs spread just as he was supposed to do. I had already set up the IV, with the saline in place. I was fooling with the tubing when Lucy came in, more to call his attention to the apparatus that anything necessary for the procedure I was about to administer. He was as nervous as a cornered rat. Perspiration began to form all over his scantily clad body. Good. Just the reaction I hoped for.

"Lucy, you know I have to punish you when you make mistakes as serious as the one you made a few minutes ago, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

This is going to hurt me as much as it will you, because you have violated our agreement. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am. Wha... wha... what are you going to do?"