30 January 2010

Shoe Boy -t

He knew they were watching him. All it took was one of them to notice then the
word spread. Sometimes it would take hours maybe even a whole day would go by
before someone noticed. What was it they noticed? A movement, a gesture a slip
with his voice, what? Once they had noticed the ridicule would start. Little
giggles, smirks, pointing, telling others and then the really close scrutiny.
"Look at those shoes, his legs are real pretty, he shaves them and of course
are his breasts real?
Many of the customers were repeat customers and knew already. Sometimes they
would bring a friend so that they could add another person to the list of
people who knew. Sometimes they would bring a boyfriend or a husband and point
him out to them. He knew that some of them teased their men and asked them if
they would dress up for them. He also knew that some of the men found him
attractive and that others would like to beat him up.
When he was discovered the best he could do was to continue to scurry around
and do his best. Today he wasn’t discovered until late in the day. There were
still customers in the shop. Women waiting to try on and buy the expensive
shoes and boots sold in the exclusive shop. Shoes not unlike the dainty pump
he wore today. He had been complimented on his shoes four times today two
ladies even bought a pair. When his wife had rung up the first pair she had
said, "these will look grand on your foot. They even make his foot look
sweet." The woman turned and looked him up and down then said "prettiest pansy
in the garden." She walked away shaking her head and laughing.
He was furious and wanted to say something to his wife about that crack, but
she looked straight into his eyes and he backed off. He knew from past
experience that the best he would receive from a confrontation was more
humiliation maybe even a public spanking. He wanted to avoid that, besides
what could he do? It was not easy for a man to be very assertive wearing a
knee length pink skirt, off white ruffled blouse and the bone pumps.
He knew that he would wind up being the object of humiliation and that he
would be laughed at and ridiculed even more than he was now. She looked past
him and made a dismissive motion with her hand and he scurried away like a
servant girl, painfully aware of the stares he received from the women in the
store.
The "other girls" that worked in the shop were very much aware of his
humiliating situation and watched with unconcealed mirth at this latest
degradation. The young women shoe clerks had status over him they could, and
did order him around. "Sidney fetch those gold sandals." Or "Sidney, give this
lady a foot rub." "Sidney, be a good girl and get us a ped please." He had to
hurry around on his high heels doing this lackey work while the girls and
their customers enjoyed seeing this male humiliated in this bastion of
femininity.
He owned this store; it was one of the last successful independent shoe stores
in town. Most of the stores success was do to the skillful management provided
by his wife. When they had married he was a behind the scenes owner. He had a
flair for knowing what would be a success with his upscale women customers. He
had decorated the shop in a very feminine style. It looked more like a ladies
tea room that a shoe store. Instead of the rows of bench type seats most shoe
stores have his shop had little tables with chairs around them. There were
cute lamps and soft throw rugs over polished hard wood floors.
The little store sold nice boutique items and expensive women’s hand bags. The
store worked well however he felt out of place in this overly feminine place.
But even though the store was overtly feminine it seemed to have a power of
it’s own. The women that shopped there were feminine but not passive. They
liked this store because it made men nervous. They liked the care and special
treatment they received while shopping here. These were women that knew they
were women and that in and of it’s self was powerful.
Shortly after they were married she decided he should spend more time around
the shop. She also decided the customers would be more comfortable if he was a
little softer around the edges. She began a campaign to make him less of a
threat to "her ladies". The first thing she decided was that there was no
reason for him to buy his personal shoes at another store. They could get
fantastic discounts in their own store and there were dozens of shoe styles
that were almost mannish. It was the almost that bothered him but he went
ahead with her plan and she ordered some loafers in his size. He wasn’t happy
about being fitted for a woman’s shoe in the store lobby during a busy hour
but her "oh don’t be silly, your in the women’s shoe business you might as
well be in women’s shoes." drew laughter from the customers and put him on the
spot.
She ordered him a few pairs of suitable shoes, "to get him started" she said.
She even found him a low-heeled loafer from existing stock. He was obliged to
put on the shoe on and show her how pretty it looked on him. She was nonplused
when it seemed a bit tight. She just handed him a pair of textured trouser
socks from a handy display and he meekly submitted to this first display of
female domination and feminization. The socks were off white with a lacey
pattern in them and the shoes were a deep wine colored crock print patent
leather with a suede inset at the vamp, a gold bar accented the front. The
small hard soles made delicious feminine little click clacks as he walked
across the floor. It was decided that he, being a male, shouldn’t wait on the
customers. Besides they had a full and accomplished female sales staff. He
would "assist the other girls." Since he would be carrying boxes, cleaning and
checking stock he would need a smock or an apron.
His wife decided that in keeping with the tearoom motif an apron would be
best. She produced a white pinafore type apron that almost made his heart
stop. "I can’t wear that!" He exclaimed. She explained to him he not only
would wear it but he would also learn to do, and would do a little curtsy for
the girls and the customers. The pinafore was white with wide ruffled straps,
The bib portion had a ruffle around it and the whole thing was tied in a large
bow in the back. The apron part was trimmed in lace and had a small border
pattern of wooden shoes in pale blue. The girls just gushed over it and told
him he looked adorable in it, "like a little Dutch Girl" one of them said.
The situation just grew worse for him. He did try to discourage his wife from
the escalation of his feminization but she would just point out the growing
success of the store. She assured him that much of the success was due to his
being "man enough to be feminine". He had no idea what the hell that meant but
knew that it was usually followed by still another indignity. She began to
have him wear more "modern" slacks. His pants were now tighter in the fanny
and were often in softer fabrics, some had matching belts and were in, well
"prettier colors". His shirts started to change also. She now called them
"tops" or "blouses" and he suspected they were. A few even had hints of lace
trim at the neckline one even had a little bow at the waist off to one side.
As most of the pants had no pockets he was told to select a few purses from
the expensive line that they carried. The bags were styled by women designers
and were very expensive. There was no way they would ever be called men’s bags
or even unisex. These were women’s purses in the finest of leathers with
delicate closures and straps. Just holding a purse this feminine would
embarrass most men. He was no exception the day she gifted him with the little
red leather clutch and the matching flats he balked. In fact he almost
rebelled but the girls and his wife convinced him to "give it a try". It was
really the beginning of the end for him, it was just awful.
He had been given a pair of pale pink trousers to wear that morning. His wife
decided the pink was too much with the red skimmers so she selected a gray
skirt. A skirt for Gods sake. Well he would not wear a skirt. Sometimes the
things we say turn out to be our undoing. He didn’t have to wear the skirt. He
wore a white dress with a red flower print. The skirt was full and needed a
full petticoat that his wife gladly provided "until he got his own" With his
shaved legs, red flatties, nude hose and clutching his red purse he was the
picture of the absolute subjugated sissy husband. When he was marched in to
the store that morning it was bedlam. The girls were beside themselves with
glee. They sent him everywhere, had him doing everything, they loved to have
him doing tasks that kept him in plain view and doing his little curtsies.
After a few hours of this humiliation one of the girls asked his wife if she
"could take Sidney for a makeover" She said "this is really embarrassing for
her, if she looked more like a girl she would be more comfortable". His wife
thought that was a wonderful idea. She made a couple of calls and Sidney was
off to the department store for a makeover and then to the salon for some work
with his hair. Three hours later Sidney and the clerk returned to the shop.
Sidney still wore the dress and his cute red flat shoes. He had been "done
over" in every sense of the word. His make up was flawless and he had been
encouraged to purchase everything the bevy of consultants used on him. He had
been told to come in every day for a free critique. "Wont that be neat
Sidney?" the young clerk asked him with a big smile on her face. The salon had
tipped his hair in a blonde highlight the girls had styled his short hair in a
surprisingly feminine style considering he went in with a "regular guys cut".
He looked like a pretty young woman with a short but feminine hairstyle. He
felt like a sissy in a white dress. In his heart he knew he was a sissy in a
white dress. His wife just looked at him and said, "you really take to this,
don’t you?" before he could protest she went on to say "I guess you can stay
in dresses". The girls were practically jumping for joy, he was trying to
lodge his complaints but the girls were hugging him and carrying on like he
was a silly girl in his twenties and a contemporary of theirs. He owned this
store for gosh sakes he could fire every one of them if he wanted! His wife
said, "Ok girls let’s get back to work." "Girls includes you too Sidney."
That night at home she called him to the parlor. He had changed into his pink
trousers, a gray sweater and gray loafers. He wore knee-highs and had changed
his things to a black purse from the little red one he had been forced to use
all day. She had him stand in front of her and she looked him up and down.
"Not much of a man are you Sidney?" "I made a doctor appointment for you
tomorrow afternoon. Wear a that nice tan skirt and the lavender sweater set I
gave you, wear black pumps and carry that black bag you are using now. Dr.
Feminett will get you straightened out." Then she dismissed him. He planned on
straightening out some things with this Dr. Feminett who ever he was. He was
getting pretty darned upset about the way he was being treated by his wife. He
was a man by gosh and he had let her do this to him.
Well the shoe was going on the other foot now with this doctor on his side he
would have this turned around quicker than she could say "get your purse
Sidney."
Dr. Helen Feminett was six feet tall in flats and she didn’t wear flats.
Before Sidney could even shake her hand she ordered him stripped naked and on
his back on a gynecological exam table. In short order the doctor, three
female nurses and his wife surrounded him. His feet were in the stirrups and
strapped down, his hands were similarly secured above his head. A young nurse
was shaving his groin while his erect penis waved at them all.
Dr. Feminett was saying something about controlling unwanted erections. The
doctor nodded to a nurse and she promptly swatted his penis with a twelve-inch
ruler. When he screamed he was rewarded with a wad of gauze pads stuffed in
his mouth and a band of adhesive tape over it. The doctor examined his
privates and said things to the nurses and his wife, mostly to his wife. His
penis had a mind of it’s own and would rise with the manipulations from the
doctors soft hands. With each beginning erection the nurse was there with her
trusty ruler. As the offending erection was slapped down the doctor or his
wife would look at him with disgust, the nurses just giggled. They seemed to
be enjoying his humiliation.
The doctor still had his penis in her hand as she turned to his wife and said.
" I recommend the removal of the testicles and the penis." "Since he insists
on the wearing of women’s clothing the operation will make him just that much
more, shall we say, lady like". "But if you wish to retain them I can do the
other procedure right now." His wife nodded. Without being told one of the
nurses went to a cupboard and got down several things for the "procedure".
Dr. Feminett explained the procedure as she worked. He was given a local
anesthetic but the pain was not completely removed. He thought this was done
on purpose. His penis was pierced on the bottom near the head, his testicle
sacks were pierced on their bottom and a forth piercing was done in the small
space between the testicles and his anus. Rings were soldered in place and the
penis was drawn back and connected to the ring near his anus. The testicles
were pushed up and the empty sacks were hooked together over the penis. The
good doctor told his smiling wife that with panties on it would look like the
mature labia of a woman. He was to have "a panty line to die for" she
explained.
He would, of course sit to pee and would need to wipe when through; erections
would be impossible because of discomfort. He would need regular prostrate
massaging she would show her how to do that after he was healed. "Now as to
sex" the doctor said, "his tongue is a good as ever and if you need
penetration he can wear a device. We even have one that fits over the chin so
that his mouth will be the level of your clitoris when full penetration is
reached. Most women like this.
There will be times when you need a real man on your arms, and you should feel
free to date as you please. If you desire them as sex partners I am sure
Sidney will grow to understand." She finished all that with a small smile for
everyone there, including him.
Four weeks later Sidney met his wife’s new male friend. Sidney wore a light
blue skirt with navy top and navy pumps. He lightly shook this mans hand and
blushed as he kissed Sidney’s cheek and said, "What a pretty thing you are."
His wife explained to Sidney that she would be out and when they returned
"Albert will show us how to do the milking thing Dr Feminett told us about."
That night Sidney knelt in the center of the coffee table. He was stripped to
just his bra, panties and thigh high hose. Albert had slipped on a pair of
rubber gloves and had greased up the fingers of one hand. He deftly removed
Sidney’s panties and said, "he really has nice taste in lingerie"
Albert’s finger slid into Sidney’s rectum, Sidney groaned as much from
humiliation as pain. Albert’s finger found it’s mark and Sidney let out a
girlish scream. Albert and his wife both laughed at this unexpected feminine
outburst then it happened. Sidney began expelling his seaman Albert held a
tissue over Sidney’s flaccid penis. When the milking was over Sidney was given
the soiled gloves and dirty tissue and told to clean up, put on something
pretty and come give Albert the thanks he deserves.
Later wearing a short black dress and pumps Sidney asked Albert if he would
please spend the night and satisfy his wife. Albert smiled and assured Sidney
that he would be glad to do just that. That night as his wife and Albert
shared a bed Sidney polished Albert’s shoes and pressed his slacks.
The next morning dressed in pink slacks, gray flats and a gray sweater he
served breakfast to the lovers and with burning cheeks he was forced to ask
Albert for another milking.

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