SISSY

Lucy has a Bad? Morning

The next morning I slept in a bit. Lucy woke me by climbing onto the bed and spreading my legs as was the method prescribed for such times. Lucy was a world-class pussy eater, and I guess I have his sisters to thank for that. When my orgasm came I opened my eyes to see Lucy's face right in mine. He was grinning broadly, I guess with pride.

"Breakfast is ready, Miss Chloe." He said. "Or shall I keep it warm until later?"

"No, now is fine, Lucy. Set a place at table for yourself, too. We have something to talk about before we start the day."

"Yes, ma'am." Lucy was off the bed and out of the room before I could muster a reply.

When I got to the breakfast nook, the table was ready, and it was a heavy breakfast for us both. Lucy had prepared a dozen eggs, biscuits and gravy, sausage and bacon, orange juice, fresh fruit, and best of all, hot coffee.

As we ate, Lucy kept watching me, waiting for me to begin listing his assignments for the day. Well, I guess it's time to tell him. "When we finish breakfast just throw the dirty dishes in the sink, and go get dressed. We're going to visit Heather this morning. You remember my friend Heather, don't you Lucy?"

Lucy frowned. I knew he didn't like Heather. She was kind of uppity, I guess, but I still counted her as one of my best friends. Lucy was silent.

"Don't worry, sweetie, I'll not let her rape you again like the last time you saw her. We just need to set up an appointment with her for this afternoon. Now, let's get the show on the road, shall we?" I smiled at my boi toy in my most charming way. That always melted Lucy, and he would do anything to keep getting those smiles. "I have already laid out what you will wear to the meeting. We need to be ready to go in half an hour."

"Yes, Miss Chloe. I'll start right away," answered the poor sissy as he rose to go dress. He wasn't aware of what I had set out for him, but I didn't expect any backtalk. He was too well trained now for that.

He would be wearing a modified male suit over lingerie. Matching red lingerie. Bra, garter belt with silk stockings, panties with an open crotch, and red patent leather high heel pumps. He would likely not like the blouse I had put out, but he would wear it. There was no doubt about that. It was a sheer white frilly thing that offered no concealment at all. His red bra would be quite visible. His "manly" tie would match his lingerie perfectly. It was solid red except for the design at the bottom, which read, "I give great head" in French script. Of course, he'd round out his ensemble with dangling gold earrings that brushed his shoulders when he wore them. His suit coat was unmodified, but the trousers were. I'd had a tailor fit then to his measurements in a way that made them skin tight. His cute butt would stretch the trousers to the point of slutty, and the legs would hug his thighs like he was poured into them. They were shortened to end at a cuff three inches above his ankles, so his stockings and high heel pumps would be very obvious. I had not put out a wig, so he's be wearing his natural male cut hair. Subtle pink makeup would round out his persona for the trip to the tattoo parlor that Heather owned and operated.

No, the tattoos would not be done in the parlor. Heather would come to the house, a much more relaxed atmosphere for us ladies. Not so sure about the sissy, though. He had mentioned that he'd like a feminine tattoo on his breast, and that's what he will think he's getting. He'll be right about that, but there would be moiré that he doesn't know about. I'll tell you about that later. Lucy's on his way down now, and we need to get going.

"Oh, there you are, sweetie. With just enough time to spare to take your Viagra before we leave. Hurry now, darling. Heather doesn't like people to be late for appointments."

We arrived at the strip mall where Heather's parlor was located at just the right time. All the stores were opening and customers abounded. I chose a parking place as far from the parlor as I could.