Sissy Mission 1

Balloon Sissy
By Cheryl Alison

As I entered the suite of offices, I looked for the directory. It was there
on the wall, just like every other corporate accounting office. I scanned
the names. There... Bruce Jones, Managing Director. He would do.

I approached the reception area, and a dark-haired receptionist in a
conservative grey suit looked up. Her standard receptionist smile gave way
to giggles. You see, I was dressed as a hooker and delivering balloons.
The reason that the receptionist could not stop giggling, however, was that
I was a man. I was wearing a short black velvet miniskirt, a shiny silver
blouse, a dark red wig, tons of makeup, fishnet hose, and black patent
leather high heels.

"Can I help you, er, ma'am?" she giggled.

"Yes, I'm here with a singing telegram for Bruce Jones."

"Oh, he's in a meeting, but, oh, I bet I can work you in. Follow me."

She led me into a conference room where a conservatively dressed older man
was leading a meeting.

"Yes, Suzanne, what is it?" he asked.

"There's someone here to see you sir," she giggled, stepping away from the
door to reveal me.

I went into my rehearsed spiel. In my best throaty, sultry, feminine voice,
I said "Sir, you're very special to someone. These balloons are in
appreciation for all your hard work." I then put my arm around him and
said, "You are a very fit man. Do you work out?" He was so flustered he
didn't give a response. The rest of the room had broken up in laughter.

"Well, now know sir, that you are very special and your work doesn't go
unnoticed." I then led the boardroom in a rendition of "For He's a Jolly
Good Fellow." By the time I was done, my face was beet red, but I doubt it
showed under the heavy layers of makeup.

I gave him the balloons and left the room, hearing him saying, "I don't know
what I did to deserve this." The funny thing is, I had chosen him at
random. I didn't work for a balloon delivery company.

Stepping out of the office building, I got into the car, glad that it was
over.

"Well, how did it go? Did you pick somebody from management like I asked?"
she asked me. Mistress always wants to know how it went!

Sissy mission accomplished.