Lisa looked through the items of the new uniform. There were full white frilly knickers, suspenders, black stockings, three layer petticoats and the dress of course. It was primrose yellow and seemed to be shorter than the two she already had, it was heavy satin and the boddice was boned almost like a corset. It could not be machine washed, this would have to be done by hand. On the other hand it was lovely, not a colour that Lisa would have picked but nice all the same. Lisa dressed and looked in the mirror, it was jaw dropping, the dress was so short the stocking tops and suspender tabs were fully exposed and there was a little vee of white panty showing. Lisa turned and looked over her shoulder, as she thought a few rows of frills were visible. She had images of such dresses on her laptop, Mistress had taken note obviously. She could not change back as that would bring retribution from Mistress. A deep breath was taken, little apron tied, heels slipped on, hair tidied and make up freshened. Lisa stopped at the full length hall mirror, Luke had downloaded a number pictures like this and a few of them were some very convincing trans girls and Lisa, under the guidance of Mistress, was beginning to look good herself, it would almost be a shame to escape it all but Luke had to keep to a plan. Mistress has a three day business trip coming up which would give plenty of time to formulate a plan. Luke's male clothes were still in Mistresses room and beyond reach for the moment. With her gone for a few days he can retrieve some. Mistress had told Lisa that she would be staying at home and to carry on as if she was here. Feeling more positive Lisa knocked on the lounge door and waited for permission to enter.
On entering Lisa curtseyed and then stopped in her tracks. 'Hello sissy, nice curtsey' said Jill, Melanie's sister. She was the last person that Lisa had expected to see, didn't even know she was back in the country, they had hardly been the best of friends. Now here she was looking Lisa up and down with a smug self satisfied smile. Regaining composure Lisa curtseyed to Jill 'Nice to see you Miss Jill, I hope you are well'. Jill looked at her sister 'your sissy needs bigger tits' then looking back to Lisa 'isn't that right sissy? Lisa was acutely aware that it was unwise to disagree and looked trapped 'I said isn't that right sissy?' Lisa swallowed 'yes Miss Jill' but Jill was not finished yet 'what are you agreeing to sissy?' Lisa could feel herself blushing under the make up 'that I need bigger tits Miss Jill'. Lisa was beginning to feel a level of humiliation as Jill looked her up and down. Jill stood and slowly approached Lisa 'feel one of your tits sissy', smiling as Lisa did 'now feel one of mine', Lisa gawped and shook her head 'are you disobeying me sissy?'. This was dangerous but Lisa complied and reached out to Jill's breast. 'Now sissy, which one feels nicer', in a trembling and terrified voice Lisa squeaked 'yours Miss Jill'. Jill resumed her seat, looked up and said 'so you agree that real feels a lot nicer than false', Lisa nodded 'yes Miss Jill', Melanie smiled watching the interaction, Jill always could tie Luke in knots and in the past it led to arguments something that now Lisa dare not do. Jill was not one to let an advantage slip 'so you would prefer real ones rather than false?'. Suddenly Lisa felt confident to answer 'men don't have them' was the answer that was a little abrupt but Jill simply stated 'but you are not a man are you sissy', it was not a question but a flat statement, Lisa was crushed. 'I will ask again, sissy, would you prefer real ones rather than false?' her eyes bored into Lisa, 'real Miss Jill'. Humiliation was, Lisa thought, total but it was about to get worse. 'Tell your Mistress that you want real tits sissy'. Lisa was squirming, stomach in knots but this would not end until Jill got what she wanted. Lisa turned to Melanie and curtseyed and close to tears said in a quivering voice 'please Mistress, may I have real tits'. It was agreed that she could.
'Now, Lisa' Melanie said 'lets take a look at your new uniform, twirl for us', crying now Lisa twirled. 'Oh look, the sissy is crying' Jill mocked as Lisa panties were on full show. 'Stop now' ordered Melanie. 'We want you to recite a nursery rhyme and do a little dance as you do' Lisa hopped from foot to foot and flapping her hands as she sobbed her way through 'Mary had a little lamb'. Jill observed that the sissy could do with some dancing lessons. At last she was told to stop. 'This uniform is one of four specially made for you, your existing two will go away for alteration, for shortening', Mistress told her, Lisa's mind had turned to mush but at least she had stopped crying.
What she heard next demolished any ideas she had while Mistress was away. 'I am going on a three day business trip as you know but after that I am going on a week break and Jill has kindly offered to keep an eye on you while I am away. Say thank you to Miss Jill' Lisa curtseyed to Jill 'thank you Miss Jill'. Lisa could not understand why she could not resist this situation. It was a nightmare that she was not waking up from. It was going to get worse with Jill in charge, of that she was sure. 'Mel, I would like to see the sissy naked', Lisa's heart sank to a new low 'you heard her Lisa'. Reluctantly Lisa stripped off everything apart from the silicone cage. 'Well, what do we have here?' Jill laughed 'what are you wearing sissy?' Lisa looked down and said in a quiet voice 'a chastity cage Miss Jill', she smiled 'and why do you need one sissy?' the reply came 'to stop me masturbating Miss Jill', the laugh was cruel, derision clear. The horrifying part was that despite all this Lisa was actually trying to get hard in the cage.
Finally she was allowed to get dressed again. Sent to the kitchen to make coffee she was incredibly turned on and slid the hand under the dress in a futile attempt to masturbate. If Jill thinks Lisa is going to be submissive in the same way as she is to Mistress she can think again decided Lisa. She always went head to head with Jill in the past why should now be any different. OK she usually lost the argument with Jill but Lisa reasoned that she would not be a pushover.
Lisa returned with the coffee, put the tray down and curtseyed. Then with a shock she saw the cane, she had not known there was one in the house but Jill had it across her thighs so perhaps she had brought it with her.
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A Sissy Saga
FantasíaLuke was a secret cross dresser until he got it off his chest with a so called close friend who then made it his business to expose Luke.
