11 December 2017

Made to be a sissy - Part 3

As I drove to the LaFille residence on this bright Saturday morning I enjoyed the
beauty of the Sonoran Desert as I always have in these many years I've lived in the
“Valley of the Sun” - the name given to the Greater Phoenix area.
My thoughts also returned to this past Wednesday when Sabrina treated me to lunch
at a wonderful restaurant in the Scottsdale Fashion Square which specialized in
Southwestern cuisine.
We deepened our blossoming friendship as she queried my past and I informed her
of, my: ten year marriage; business earning almost as much as my husband William's
marketing career; childless marriage due to my sterility; and, five-year business as a
professional house cleaner.
Sabrina even mentioned several significant referrals to her wealthy clients - something
that would significantly increase the profitability of my business.
Sabrina shared with me her past, how: she and her widowed mother raised and
cared for her frail and sickly brother, who died at the age of twenty; her mother served
as her mentor through college, law school and the bar; she built her formidable law
practice making it what it is today; and, she loves her leadership role in the office and
at home.
She spoke of Ceceel and how, as a single child, he lost his father at the age of four
and was raised solely by his mother until her untimely death in his early teens. Then
he was raised by a strong and determined aunt, who Sabrina admired.
Ceceel's Aunt Barbara believed in strict discipline and also worked to protect Ceceel.
As a child he was frail and non-competitive so Aunt Barbara kept Ceceel away from
rowdy young boys and taught him many of the domestic skills he has today. Her own
daughter, Leslie, was quite the tomboy so it was Ceceel who helped her with so many
domestic chores.
Before we parted Sabrina gave me a warm hug and said she was looking forward to
seeing me this Saturday (today). She also said that she and Ceceel would be going to a
Costume party at her girlfriend's home. She also asked me not to be too surprised
should I see her help Ceceel prepare for his costume late Saturday afternoon.
When I asked what he would be going as she replied, “As a Fairy Princess, naturally.
Just wait 'til you see his beautiful costume.”
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As I pulled into their circular driveway I couldn't help smile while wondering how
Ceceel would looked dressed as a girl. With his delicate features I imagined he could
easily pull it off. Anyway, I hoped to see him in his fairy princess costume before I left
for the day.
As usual, Tommy was barking at the door when I rang the bell. I could hear Sabrina's
voice telling me that the door was open and to come into the living room. Tommy followed
me with her tail wagging as I entered the Formal Living room and I was a bit
taken back by the sight that greet me.
There was Sabrina in her beautiful silk kimono sitting imperiously on her chaise
lounge with her shapely legs crossed at the knees.
Ceceel was humbly at her feet administering a pedicure while kneeling on a beautiful
heart-shaped pink satin pillow which I recognized from the canopy bed in the feminine
bedroom adjoining the Master Bedroom.
“Why come in Jennifer. My Darling little CeCe is giving me one of his fabulous pedicures
and foot massages. I swear he spoils me so.”
Ceceel greeted me in the most demure way, barely raising his eyes to meet mine
(when I noted just a hint of humiliation over being caught at such a feminine task),
then resumed his highly submissive task, carefully applying a bright red polish on
each of her toe nails. He had each toe meticulously separated with cotton balls and
gingerly blew on her nails to help the polish dry.
He wore a full cotton apron for protection. Although this apron was not as feminine
as the organza one he wore last week, this one still had ruffles covering the shoulder
straps.
I noticed that he had waxed string loops in each of his ear lobes - apparently having
just had his ears pierced.
When he looked up at me I swear that his eyebrows were even thinner than I had
remembered, and they were arched in a decidedly feminine way.
As I chatted with Sabrina I couldn't help but notice the subservience of Ceceel. He
was both arduous and obsequious with his task, almost constantly asking Sabrina if
each painted toenail was to her satisfaction. How meticulous.
Sabrina said, quite seriously, that she would have CeCe give me a massage and pedicure
some Saturday when I finished my tasks.
What an intriguing thought.
As CeCe finished his menial task I caught him almost unconsciously kiss the shiny
toe of each black patent-leather pump as he placed them on Sabrina's now dry nails.
I went about my chores seeing CeCe briefly early in the afternoon completing his
weekly ironing and putting the final touches on Sabrina's beautiful lingerie.
In mid-afternoon Sabrina had a visitor and introduced me to her best Ceceel's Aunt
Barbara.
Although she was possibly in her fifties, she was quite a beautiful woman looking
years younger. Her beauty was accented by her tasteful and feminine attire, a beautiful
print dress that just seemed to flow around her.
After a moment of light conversation, Sabrina announced that they would be in the
bedroom adjoining the Master bedroom and to be sure to stop in before I left for home
late that afternoon.
By five O'clock I had finished my tasks, but found no sign of CeCe nor Sabrina. I
was about ready to leave when I remembered that Sabrina had said they would be in
that most feminine of bedrooms adjoining the Master Suite.
When I entered the room I was momentarily stunned and left speechless by the
sight that greeted me.
There was Ceceel sitting at the satin and lace covered vanity receiving a complete
makeover by Sabrina and Barbara.
He was wearing the sheerest white negligee that barely concealed a delicate white
lace bra and matching panties. His legs were completely hairless and were sheathed
in a whispy pair of white silk stockings; their lace openings attached to a beribboned
satin and lace garter belt.
His feet were perched in the daintiest pair of high heeled strap- in sandals in white
satin through which the pearly pink polish of his toenails could be seen.
“Don't look so shocked, Jennifer,” Sabrina chuckled breaking my spell. “CeCe is going
with me to a costume party as a debutante. Only, when he looks this pretty we
call her Ceceelia, or 'Sissy' for short.”
I could not believe the transformation that was taking place. Here was an almost
wimpy plain male being transformed into an extremely beautiful blonde - so very feminine.
In her ears were a precious pair of diamond pendants which occasionally swayed,
kissing her ears as they did. Ceceelia was in a trance, himself, with the way he stared
at the delightful reflection in the mirror.
When they were through with the make-up Ceceelia was ordered to stand with Barbara
and Sabrina helping the pretty blonde to her feet on what must have been fourinch
heels. As instructed,
Ceceelia moved gracefully to the center of the room taking short mincing steps in the
high heels. Clearly, he had much practice for no one could have walked in those heels
the way Ceceelia did on their first effort.
Only two things gave away the secret of this charade.
First, I knew of Ceceel's true identity and, secondly, a telltale bulge strained through
the delicate panties betraying Sissy's obvious excitement.
“Normally, we would have Sissy wear a restraining device,” Sabrina observed.
(“Normally,” I thought?)
“But, since she'll be petticoated Barbara and I decided to give her the secret thrill
she so loves. Besides, Sissy's not quite as obvious as other boys,” Sabrina kidded apparently
referring to Ceceel's modest equipment.
They helped Ceceelia out of her negligee and produced a most beautiful ballet styled
petticoat of lace and organza embellished with dainty pink satin ribbon bows. Holding
it low for her, Ceceelia was able to step her dainty feet through the waistband as Barbara
raised it to the sissy's hips.
In all of my bewilderment I hardly noticed Sabrina's costume. In all of her splendor
there she was in the most gorgeous black satin Playboy Bunny costume showing off a
drop-dead hourglass figure with her ample cleavage almost spilling over her bustier. A
furry white bunny tail served as almost an exclamation point at the end of her perfect
behind.
“I guess it's not hard to tell what I'm going as,” Sabrina said standing on three-inch
black satin pumps. Truly, she could walk away with “Playmate of the Year” if she so
chose.
Barbara and Sabrina then picked up a very feminine white lace gown and drew it
over Ceceelia's head, being careful not to muss the soft blond curls on her pretty head.
The gown fairly floated over Ceceelia's thin torso and was fluffed into place over the full
petticoats.
A ringlet of Fairy Bride Kisses flowers were carefully arranged in Ceceelia's crown of
golden curls while tiny little crystal bells were fixed in each ear so that the actually jingled
when she moved her lovely head.
Although his nails were neatly manicured, formal white satin elbow-length gloves
were drawn over Ceceelia's slender arms and Barbara topped that off with a golden bells
bracelet she drew over the sissy's wrist.
A thin golden harness (much like a toddler's harness) was fitted about the bodice of
Ceceelia's gown, but instead of a leash the harness held two pair of gossamer wings that
seemed to gently flap whenever the little sissy took a step, to complete the image of Ceceelia,
Sabrina's little Fairy Princess.
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When the two of them stood for a picture that Barbara wanted to take I couldn't believe
how beautiful they both were - yet so different.
Sabrina looked voluptuous and sultry in her Bunny costume with her sexy bosom
thrusting out of her costume so sexily. She looked radiant and confident - so tall and shapely with her jet black hair and her hypnotic violet eyes. She would surely cast a
spell on every male she encountered this evening.
Ceceelia also looked beautiful, but in a delicate and demure way. She (I simply cannot
refer to such femininity in the male gender) almost looked like a shy maiden in
white satin and lace. She looked fragile and dainty perched on her high-heeled sandals.
Even though Ceceelia was wearing four inch heels to Sabrina's three-inches, Sabrina
was still a good six inches taller than her spouse.
Whereas Sabrina looked strong and confident, Ceceelia looked weak and vulnerable.
Yet, she too would turn the head of every male exposed to her beauty.
I almost expected that each would leave on the arm of strong and handsome gentlemen
when I realized that Ceceelia was a “he” and married to Sabrina.
Yes, “Sissy” fit perfectly.

10 December 2017

Made to be a sissy - Part 2

This Saturday, I arrived promptly at 8 a.m. as Sabrina had requested. As I rang the
doorbell, I could hear Muffin barking while running to see who was invading her domain.
Muffin became quiet when the door was opened and she saw it was me, after
being hushed by Ceceel, who answered the door.
Ceceel gave me a bright warm smile and briefly met my eyes, revealing a hint of his
obvious embarrassment over the image he presented to a relative stranger. Then he
returned his eyes demurely downward inviting me in.
Today Ceceel was wearing a tight pair of shiny neon pink lycra bike shorts. He wore
an abbreviated matching tank top leaving his midriff bare. The top could have easily
been mistaken for a sports bra which many women wear these days. His stomach was
flat and hairless and quite thin. His arms, also bare and thin, lacked any muscle tone
and were also hairless. His legs were slender, yet shapely, and bore the thin sparse
hair that I noticed a week earlier. On his feet he wore a darling pair of pure white unisex
tennis sneakers; the type a girl might certainly wear.
I couldn't help notice how smooth and flat his crotch was; not the slightest indication
of a masculine bulge that most men would show while wearing such tight spandex;
not that a real man would wear such an effeminate ensemble.
He actually blushed like a maiden when he noticed my surprised eyes as they
rather casually studied the fit of his pretty neon ping bike shorts...
Even Ceceel's cologne had a fragrant floral scent (almost like a bouquet of pansies)
which I could not imagine a virile male wearing.
“Sabrina would like you to join her for some coffee,” Ceceel said in his soft voice as he
led me to the breakfast room.
Sabrina stood when I entered the room and greeted me warmly with a hug. She was
such a stunning woman. She wore a simple, yet elegant lavender silk kimono which
accented her beautiful eyes and was offset by her radiant black hair. Her legs were
quite bare wearing only matching high-heeled satin mules.
As we greeted with a hug, I suddenly found myself strangely attracted to this beautiful
woman.
In my thirty-five years I never thought I had any physical attraction to members of
my gender as I was happily married to my husband, William, for the past ten years.
Sabrina invited me to sit and, turning to her husband said, “CeCe, do be a dear and
bring Jennifer some coffee and one of your delicious Danish.”
I found the nickname amusing. I'm sure it was an affectionate name for “Ceceel”,
but the way it was pronounced (“SeeSee”) it almost sounded like “sissy”; a name I
thought aptly described such a delicate male.
Sabrina engaged me in warm conversation asking me how my week was and if she
thought I would enjoy being their weekly housekeeper. She was a warm, sincere, successful
woman with much character and personality. How could I not like being asso-ciated in any way with such a person, and I told her so. She gave a charming laugh
and reached over to pat my hand.
When she did, I felt that strange warmth flow through my body; almost wishing her
touch would remain.
Shortly, Ceceel (or “CeCe” I should say) returned with the coffee and Danish. This
time he wore the most darling sheer organza pinafore-like apron over his attire. He
poured my coffee and served my Danish before turning and returning to the kitchen.
As he was leaving, I noticed that as thin and frail a boy as he was, his buttocks was
quite shapely and rounded, accented by the bow of the neatly tied apron.
I found myself staring and thinking that any woman would be proud to have such a
shapely rear end.
As he departed for the kitchen I noticed that he took rather short strides; his hips
swaying to-and-fro as the organza streamers of the bow tickled the backs of his bare
knees.
My staring must have been obvious because when I returned my gaze to Sabrina, she
was looking at me with a knowing smile.
“CeCe is just perfect in the kitchen and I insist that he wear an apron to protect his
attire. He loves to cook and prepare scrumptious meals, so I leave the kitchen chores
completely to him. I'm not very good in the kitchen, I'm afraid. CeCe even has my
evening dinner waiting for me when I return home since he is almost always home before
I am. I just call him on my cellular phone when I leave the office and, viola, dinner
is waiting when I get home, along with a chilled glass of fume blanc.”
How truly lucky this woman was. To have such charms, and such a domesticated
spouse to boot.
We continued our conversation and Sabrina informed me that she would be leaving
for the gym for a few hours. She made it a point to exercise at lease three times per
week for at least two hours per session, working on weight training and some type of
cardiovascular exercise like the stairs, or step-aerobics or the like.
As we continued our conversation, she whispered that she was thinking of having
`CeCe' quit his job at the bank.
“We certainly don't need his added income, little that it is, and it would give him the
opportunity to take several classes to learn how to be more supportive of me and my
career. I do feel that CeCe would be the perfect full time homemaker.
“Besides,” she continued, “I'm afraid CeCe has led a rather sheltered life. He lacks
any competitive spirit that would challenge him to become anything more than a simple
clerk.
“And, from time to time I have heard several unguarded remarks from various bank
staff about poor CeCe's rather effeminate looks. In fact, one teller, not knowing that
Ceceel was my husband, suggested that the clerk that I had been talking to was either
quite gay, or a transsexual! She further stated that she wouldn't be at all surprised if
the little fairy didn't swish into work someday wearing a skirt! Poor little CeCe...”
Before finishing our coffee, Sabrina asked if I would like to join her for lunch this
coming Wednesday.
I knew I would be near her Scottsdale office so I readily accepted as she promised a
delightful treat at a trendy restaurant in the fashionable Scottsdale Fashion Square
Shopping Plaza.
Twenty minutes after I began my duties, Sabrina stopped by on her way out to the
gym. I was spellbound!
She wore white lycra leggings over which she wore a white gym suite belted at the
waist with a lavender weight belt. Her glistening legs were in perfect proportion and
her thighs had muscles which looked like they were sculpted by Michelangelo. Her
bosom proudly rose from her chest in feminine splendor. She was muscular, yet so
very feminine. Hard, yet so soft. This truly had to be the perfect womanly body upstaged
only by her facial beauty.
There was no question in my mind that this woman was not only mentally superior
to her spouse, she was physically superior to Ceceel, as well. For the life of me, I could
not comprehend her attraction to CeCe when she could clearly have any man of her
choice.
In too short a time she was off to the gym and I was only left with her vision in my
mind's eye as a pleasant diverging daydream as I continued my chores.
I vacuumed and dusted the other three bedrooms, two of which were nice and
tastefully decorated and were located in the far east wing of the home. The third adjoined
the Master Bedroom and was quite different that the rest. Without question, it
was the most feminine bedroom I had ever seen.
The centerpiece was a beautiful canopy bed done in white with matching pink trim.
Chiffon ruffles hung down the roof of the canopy and a multi-layered chiffon and

organza
sham framed the perimeter of the bottom of the bed. A beautifully rich comforter
in white silk with soft pink embroidery seemed to float on the bed as did the two
large silk-covered pillows trimmed with a flowered lace. The entire color scheme of the
room was white with soft pink accents. Chiffon curtains framed the large arched windows
tied off with puffy pink satin bows. A vanity table was set against the wall adjoining
the Master Bedroom and was similarly skirted as was its chair which sported a
thickly padded satin seat of pink. A full-sized lighted mirror hung tastefully above the vanity. Shelves of cherry white oak were displayed with a beautiful collection of dolls
and fairy-tale books which told stories of princesses and delicate little girls.
I would have dismissed this room as perhaps belonging to a favorite visiting niece of
Sabrina's, as they had no children of their own, except that a delicate pink set of baby
doll pajamas laying on the bed suggested that someone recently used this room.
Some time later I returned to the Master Bedroom to retrieve my duster and found
Ceceel pouring a bath in the large oval marble sunken basin.
“Oh, will you be taking a bath CeCe?” I inquired.
“Oh, no, Ma'am, Sabrina likes to have a bath waiting when she returns from her
workout,” came his eager reply as he added fragrant oils and even checked the water's
temperature with a thermometer to be sure it was just right.
When I completed my tasks, Sabrina had long returned from the gym and was lounging
in the living room reading several financial magazines. I bid her farewell and she
told me she was looking forward to our luncheon engagement this coming Wednesday.
She was casually attired in a full-length robe, but I would never forget the vision
locked forever in my mind of her outstanding physique in her gym attire.
Tommy followed me as I went to bid farewell to Ceceel.
Again, I found him in the laundry room tending to his weekly ironing duties. I was
a bit surprised to find him carefully pressing delicate panties on the ironing board.
How rich, I thought, that Sabrina would even insist that he press her panties.
Of course, what would happen if he refused?

Made to be a sissy - Part 1

By: S. Isi

My name is Jennifer Keener and I am a professional house cleaner. Actually, I own
a maid-service agency and have six other house-cleaning ladies in my employ. Since
we are still a small business, I take on the wealthier, more exclusive clients while the
rest of my staff share the more “middle-class” accounts.
I accepted the account of Mr. and Mrs. LaFille for that reason. She was an attorney
and the principal in a very successful law firm which dealt primarily in handling the
trusts and estates of very rich Metro-Phoenix residents. I found out that she was quite
astute on investment counseling and did very well for her clients, and herself, too.
Mrs. LaFille answered the door that Saturday morning. She was strikingly beautiful
with raven black hair and radiant eyes that were almost violet. She was tall,
stately, and had the classical beauty of a young Joan Collins; being, I guessed, no
more than her late twenties or early thirties.
She wore black silk hostess pants that flowed like a gentle breeze from her hips yet
was tightly belted at the waist showing off a very trim figure. Her silk blouse contrasted
in white and had full billowing sleeves tapering at the wrists and accented with
genuine pearl buttons. Despite its fullness, there was no hiding a full voluptuous
bosom. Her height was further emphasized with black patent high heel pumps. Allin-
all she looked very casually elegant. She had a radiant smile and insisted that I call
her Sabrina as she shook my hand with beautifully manicured hands and nails.
She took me on a brief tour of their luxurious home in the wealthy suburb of Paradise
Valley. It had almost 4,000 square feet and I knew it would take me almost a full
day to clean despite the fact that Mr. and Mrs. LaFille lived by themselves and their
delightful toy poodle “Muffin”.
Sabrina informed me that it would not be necessary to clean any of the three guest
bedrooms, as they were already quite clean, and I need only concentrate on the Master
Bedroom, family room and Formal Living rooms (which needed only a slight dusting).
I was a bit surprised when I met her husband, Ceceel. He was not at all what I expected
after meeting such a striking and successful beauty like Sabrina.
Ceceel was in the Laundry Room, of all things, ironing.
I can almost swear that he blushed when he noticed that I was watching. I was
shocked that such a wealthy man would engage in such a menial task.
Yet, I was quite tickled to see a domesticated husband sharing in household
chores. Although handsome, in an almost delicate and pretty way, he was not as tall as Sabrina, even without her high heels. I guessed he was about five feet seven inches
to her five ten in stockings.
He was wearing a pair of very short cut-off jeans and a cotton poet's shirt tucked
into his very thin waist. He wore a pair of colorful thongs and the hair on his legs was
quite light and sparse. He lacked much facial hair and, with his blond head of hair,
looked quite young. As he reached to shake my hand I noticed his fingernails were
coated with a clear protective enamel. His grip was not very firm and he appeared almost
embarrassed to be seen ironing the silk sheets which apparently belonged on the
king-sized master bed.
I later learned that Ceceel was a clerk in the bank that handled Sabrina's corporate account,
which is how they met.
Clearly, she was the primary breadwinner in this household; so refreshing to see in
this day and age.
Before beginning my cleaning, Sabrina gave two instructions: first, any questions
concerning supplies and the like should be directed to Ceceel (and he was instructed to
give me full cooperation, if needed) and; secondly, all other questions should be directed
to Sabrina who would be in the study taking care of the couple's monthly finances.
That first day took only about four hours of cleaning.
Since I bring my own supplies I had few questions to ask either Ceceel, or Sabrina.
She took care of her accounting and then lounged on their beautiful brocade living
room sofa reading several periodicals, while Ceceel spent all of his time ironing quite a
bit of laundry. (I even noticed a basket full of intimate apparel and wondered if he
would iron those, too.)
The last room I cleaned was the Master Bedroom. It was quite tastefully done and
the bed was king-sized and covered with a beautiful silk comforter. Although I did not
go into the walk-in closet I did clean the vanity area.
Signs of Mrs. LaFille were everywhere with a vast array of expensive French perfumes
arranged on the vanity, but I did not see anything (colognes, shaving cream or
the like) that might belong to Ceceel.
I gave it no more thought as I dusted and vacuumed the large room as Muffin occasionally
ventured in to sniff at my feet and become acquainted with me.
When I was done, Sabrina did a brief inspection and gave me a glorious smile saying
that I would work out just fine.
She also complimented me on owning my own business and said she wished many
more women would exercise their inherent talents of leadership. She hoped that we
could chat, sometime soon, on this very subject.
When I went to bid farewell to Ceceel he was busily engaged in carefully ironing the
pleats of a darling tennis dress. I inwardly smiled thinking that it would take him
twice as long to iron that garment as it probably did for his wife to soil it while playing
some tennis match.