The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)
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				Title: <strong>The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 05:59:47</strong>
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				Elizabeth Blake looked over the array of flyers and posters fluttering on the campus message board. Her tight pencil skirt slid across her sheer hose as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, patent leather high heels stretching her calves. A march against this, a march against that... <br><br>Someone was trying to launch a gothic and alternative night again this semester, so she would have to find something to wear for that. And someone to show off, as well. She pulled off a tab for the LGBT society and put it in an inside pocket of her black leather jacket, next to her strappy black top.<br><br>Then she took out a compact and used the mirror to check her dark eyeliner, crimson lipstick, and just how many of the students were looking her way. It amused her that any were, but the "trouble" look seemed to draw the eye...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 16:35:26</strong>
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				Ryan stepped up to the message board to take a look.&nbsp; New to the campus, and definitely feeling a little out of place, eh wanted some idea of what kinds of groups were out there to try and join.&nbsp; He was your typical guy, at least so he thought.&nbsp; Sure he wore his dirty blonde hair a little long still, but it felt nice, and was so fine that it was harder to keep care of if it was short.&nbsp; So, shoulder length was his choice.&nbsp; Tucked behind one ear, it left people the opportunity to see the very slender cheekbones and delicate features of his face.&nbsp; He was a touch on the slender side, and a little short, but those things could be compensated for with his usual shy smile and soft spoken voice.. right?<br><br>Long fingered hands reached up to start pulling tabs off.&nbsp; He enjoyed the occasional alternative music night, even if he never did dress the part, as his dress slacks and collared shirt gave away right off.&nbsp; Some of the marches seemed interesting too.&nbsp; A small collection of interesting tabs in his hand, and he finally noticed the woman beside him.<br><br>She was checking out her makeup in that compact, so he took the opportunity to sneak a peek, and couldn't help but blush slightly.&nbsp; Some girls would wear anything.&nbsp; Still.. that skirt did show off a very nice bum, and those legs went on forever.&nbsp; She even had a pair of very nice breasts... and when he was looking up, he caught her glance, and his blush deepened.<br><br>A half mumbled "s..sorry" and he turned back to the board, fumbling to grab something, to make it look like he wasn't just scoping her out, he reached for the LGBT.&nbsp; Bright hot pink, it was easy to notice, and the first thing he snatched in his sudden nervousness, nearly losing his grip on the typical new student backpack in the process.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 18:03:53</strong>
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				Elizabeth smiled wickedly at the boy's blushing and mumbling. Nice to know she still had it, she thought, having selected this ensemble precisely to attract that kind of attention. <br><br>She looked him up and down, inspecting him openly as he had her surreptitiously, and her smile brightened as she nodded approvingly, looking down slightly to meet his eyes due to the inch or two of extra height her heels added. <br><br>Her gaze dropped towards the pink tab in his hand. "So... which are you?" Her smile broke into an amused grin, perfect white teeth between those soft wine red lips. "If you don't mind me asking."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 18:11:04</strong>
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				His blush stayed, and even grew a little pinker as she spent some time looking.&nbsp; All he could do was stand there and fidget like an idiot.&nbsp; He couldn't even concentrate on the tabs he was plucking off the board.&nbsp; The last one in his hand was that pink one.&nbsp; He fidgeted and even too ka moment to re-hitch his backpack up, before shyly glancing back at her just before she spoke.&nbsp; Pale blue eyes blinked, slightly watery from the embarassment factor.<br><br>"Umm.. huh?&nbsp; Oh.. umm. the poster.. I.. umm.."&nbsp; And then he looked at what he'd picked.. and his blush grew even deeper.&nbsp; "Oh no.. it.. it's not like that.&nbsp; I'm not.&nbsp; Not really.&nbsp; I mean there's nothing wrong with it.. just.. you know.. umm.. hi?"&nbsp; So weak!&nbsp; God dammit Ryan, grow a freaking spine.&nbsp; She wasn't going to rip your throat out for not being gay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2008, 18:17:34</strong>
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				The girl arched a black eyebrow, her grey eyes glinting with amusement. "So you're not G - I'd kind of worked that one out already. But what about the others? You don't quite look like an L, but you could be a little bit B, or even T on the down-low." She chuckled. "After all, there's a time and a place for everything, and it's called college."<br><br>She smirked at the pretty preppy boy's discomfort - so obviously interested and trying so hard to dig his way out of the pit he imagined he was in. <br><br>"Don't you think?" she prompted with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 01:51:57</strong>
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				He struggled with the terms, obviously looking a little confused as she glibly used the letters, knowing what she was doing, and leaving him intellectually in the dust.&nbsp; He couldn't help it, and it finally blurted out.&nbsp; "T?"&nbsp; On one had, it was an obvous question.&nbsp; What the hell is that?&nbsp; On the other, his softer voice, his shy demeanor and that deep crimson blush... well one could forgive just about anyone for misunderstanding the shy tremulous question as an embarassed answer.<br><br>"Umm... yeah I guess."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 02:33:30</strong>
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				"You do?" Elizabeth beamed, looking at him again. "I'd like to see that, you could really make it work..." She nodded approvingly. "Yes."<br><br>Then she paused as she noticed his slightly puzzled expression. "Or was that not what you meant?" She looked at him curiously. "Did I lose you somewhere along the way? I'm mostly B, for the record... lately more L than otherwise, but a T might be A-OK..." She grinned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 02:49:09</strong>
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				"Ahh.. umm.."&nbsp; Was she hitting on him?&nbsp; Make what work?<br><br>"Erm... sorry.. I.. I'm kind of new to this... umm.. what exactly did you mean?"&nbsp; He fidgeted a bit.&nbsp; B and L he could pretty much figure out.&nbsp; Heck, even G, but what the heck was T?&nbsp; And what exactly was it she wanted?&nbsp; And perhaps more importantly, how could he do this right so he got a chance to go out with her.&nbsp; Face to face, she was a lot more attractive than he had first thought.&nbsp; And he had thought pretty attractive.&nbsp; His eyes were drawn to that dark crimson lipstick, and out of nervous habit, he brushed his long hair back to tuck it behind both ears, to get a better look, framing the delicate features all the more, showing off the rather soft bone structure and nervously thin lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 03:22:40</strong>
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				"Oh... sorry." She gave him a dazzling smile. "LGBT is Lesbian Gay Bisexual... Transgender. Which covers a whole bunch of different things, from crossdressers to fetishists to actually wanting the surgery. The fetishists tend not to come to meetings, though." She smirked. <br><br>"But, um, if that's not the case..." She trailed off, looking at his response curiously, and clearly a little hopefully. "I was just thinking you could pull it off, if you wanted. I'd love those eyelashes myself..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 03:43:48</strong>
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				Oh yeah.. he blinked at that, and automatically looked at her body again.&nbsp; Was she a guy?!?&nbsp; Hitting on him??&nbsp; And then he saw her face, and blinked a few more times.&nbsp; God help him she was adorable looking like that.&nbsp; He couldn't help but feel a bit of a stirring just looking at those lips.. and the chest.. and those hips...<br><br>He took in a deep breath.&nbsp; Somewhere in the back of his head he heard the song from the ad.&nbsp; 'What would you do for a Klondike bar' and he realized he was after one heck of a delicious looking ice cream treat.&nbsp; Swallowing hard, he tried a smile, managing to pull off something that only looked like he was being slowly strangled to death.<br><br>"I.. umm.. well.. you know.&nbsp; I.. I've never.. tried...&nbsp; I mean.. it's.. not like there's anything wrong with it.. right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 03:56:05</strong>
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				She beamed. "Absolutely. Nothing at all. And I speak from experience when I say that some of it feels downright lovely." She winked suggestively, resting a hand on her tightly skirted hip. <br><br>"But anyway, it's not like I'm suggesting you let me dress you up and play with you like a Barbie or anything..." She paused again, gauging his reaction to that notion. <br><br>Another stammering reply would be funny, and even rather sweet, but disappointing. A perverse counter-suggestion would be pleasant. But acceptance would be delightfully pliable or positively heroic. And she could have such fun with that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 04:03:19</strong>
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				He caught the wink, and his eyes fell to that hip, just like she had intended no doubt.&nbsp; A small swallow and he looked back up, trying to make eye contact again, and blushing like mad.&nbsp; Was that.. what would work with her?<br><br>He gamely tried a shrug of indifference, managing to make it look not entirely unlike a slight cowering as his head dipped for a moment.&nbsp; "Your place or mine?"&nbsp; He also tried the manly knowing smile, at least knowing that the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.&nbsp; Hopefully it wouldn't look too much like he was wincing in pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 04:09:36</strong>
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				She laughed. "Well, it would have to be mine for this plan to work. Since you aren't a T." Then she smirked. <br><br>She looked at her watch, and accidentally-on-purpose let her hand brush against his arm, her darkly nailed fingers sliding gently, soothingly down the fabric of his shirt.<br><br>"Anyway, I have classes and you presumably have to <em>find</em> classes, so... we could meet up for coffee and I could make evil plans in the meantime? How's that sound?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 15:50:33</strong>
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				There are dorms for those types?&nbsp; He looked momentarily stunned, already nodding to her as she talked, only catching a few words at all.&nbsp; 'classes' 'coffee' 'how does that sound'&nbsp; He all but shivered as he felt those nails drawing across that thin collared shirt of his, before he had the wherewithall to try an answer.<br><br>"Umm.. great.&nbsp; I'd like that.&nbsp; I'm kind of.. new here.&nbsp; Wh..where do we.. get coffee?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 01:54:37</strong>
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				"Oh, almost everywhere these days, but I usually lurk around the C-23." She points to a corner of the quad given over to small stores, and a cafe by that name. "Because they do good espresso, it's sort of the 'weird artsy type' hangout. It's near enough for the art department to walk in heels while drunk." She smirked, momentarily glancing at the boy's feet. "Anyway, I'll let you run off. Or run away screaming, delete as applicable."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 02:02:51</strong>
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				He glanced, noted the coffee shop, and settled the arts reference in his head.&nbsp; So she was an arts student.&nbsp; That could make this a lot easier in the long run.<br><br>"Umm.. I don't.. actually have any classes this morning, so I'll just wait there for you, okay?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 02:20:10</strong>
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				She nodded. "Okay, your funeral," she replied with a grin, and adjusted the straps on her handbag to show she was heading off.<br><br>She gave a brief backward glance to confirm that he was watching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 02:30:34</strong>
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				Wow.. her ass was amazing in that skirt.&nbsp; And the way her legs moved.. was so very... feminine.&nbsp; And yet he couldn't help but feel that she was so much stronger than he was.&nbsp; Emotionally at least.<br><br>He finally blinked, shaking his head slightly as some other freshman reached out breaking that line of sight.&nbsp; Ryan mumbled an apology for having hogged the spot for so long, and stepped back, hitching up his own backpack.&nbsp; Then he groaned.&nbsp; He'd just ditched his first class.&nbsp; For a girl that may or may not care a fig's newton about him.&nbsp; He sighed a little.&nbsp; Hopefully this C-23 place would have a decent cup of coffee to compensate.<br><br>He turned slowly, still stealing the occassional over the shoulder glance at the retreating skirt, and headed for the cafe, to curl up with a decent textbook about modern art and a solidly massive latte to wait for the woman to be back.&nbsp; Assuming she was ever back...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 02:52:10</strong>
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				Which she was - after his first class would have ended and he really was free to get a coffee.<br><br>"Eeucch, so many lost freshmen, it's like a three-lane preppy pileup in every corridor," she announced as she dropped her bag opposite him, smoothing her skirt elegantly under herself as she sat before crossing her legs, one high heel dangling in the air, seemingly pointed at him.<br><br>"Latte? Did you get the little marshmallows?" She smirked. "I get a hankering for something sweet and milky sometimes myself..." The smirk broke into a brilliant, wicked grin.<br><br>"On which note, what <em>am</em> I going to do to <em>you?</em>" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 16:17:04</strong>
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				Ryan practically dropped the art book when she sat down with a bang, so to speak.&nbsp; He was on his fourth or fifth latte, and was a little jittery to begin with.&nbsp; The fact he had been actually concentrating on learning something hadn't helped his situation either.&nbsp; His hair had fallen into his face, and he struggled to get it properly tucked back behind his ears again, parting the veil of blondeness So he could make eye contact.&nbsp; Not that he ever really did...<br><br>He sure as hell blushed though and glanced around to see if he was suddeny the butt of a campus hazing or something, and seemed honestly surprised that she had indeed come back to talk to him.&nbsp; "Umm.. no. I.. don't like the little marshmallows.&nbsp; Just the coffee really.&nbsp; If I could make them stop putting foam on top I probably would.&nbsp; Err.. wh..what do you mean?"&nbsp; The book was set aside now, he having conveniently forgotten that she was actually interested in something other than sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 17:31:06</strong>
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				"If you don't want foam, you just have to ask. Speak up, let people know what you want..." She smirked. "So as to what I want... well, I want to see how you'd like T-ed up. I think..." She stretched out and gently moved a lock of hair away from his eyes, behind his ears, making close eye contact. "... you could be really pretty. If you let me do that to you. If you're man enough to try being unmanly..." She smiled invitingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 17:39:34</strong>
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				He twitched a bit when she touched him, like a little jolt of electricity to his .. umm.. heart.&nbsp; His blush only seemed to grow when she was there, and it's not like he was like that, but she was so.. forceful.&nbsp; He barely breathed when she leaned in, his eyes watching hers, blue on green, his lips ever so slightly parted, almost like he might be expecting a kiss.&nbsp; Ryan shivered as she spoke to him in that so sexy so sultry voice.<br><br>And then blinked.&nbsp; "Umm.. yeah?&nbsp; I.. umm.. well I've never.. you know.. done that before.&nbsp; Umm.. wh..what.. exactly... I mean.. it's not like.. you know... "&nbsp; Yup.. stumble tongued in one.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 17:46:04</strong>
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				"Never? What a waste." She actually giggled, but leaned back in and gently placed a hand on his forearm. <br><br>"Well, my brave little soldier, it means you come back to my place and take all your clothes off. Which I think you might like." She grinned. "In return, you then put some different clothes <em>on</em>. Call it an equitable exchange. And I'll try to make that bit fun, even if it doesn't seem enjoyable naturally... What do you think? Scared yet?"
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				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 17:55:46</strong>
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				He blushed deeply, and glanced around to see if anyone overheard the whole part about clothes coming off, his cheeks burning a little deeper pink in colour.&nbsp; He tried not to stammer his answer, sipping from his wide european coffee mug for a brief moment, leaving that skim of foam on his upper lip.<br><br>He swallowed the coffee, as if that would help him disguise the swallowing to moisten his throat.&nbsp; "When.. did you want to do this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 18:02:33</strong>
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				"Are you busy?" she asked with a sly chuckle. <br><br>In a sensible town she added "if you have classes I wouldn't want to lead you astray. Academically, at least."<br><br>Then she smiled gently, giving him her best doe eyes, and pointed to his upper lip. "Moustache." She handed him a napkin, quickly stroking the back of his hand as she did. "I like my Ts clean shaven..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 18:07:27</strong>
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				"Umm.. well actually.. it's first day on campus, so I don't actually have any classes.. until tomorrow.&nbsp; I was just here to figure out where I was going..."&nbsp; Interrupted by the comment, he blinks a little, and realizes the foam stuff once more.&nbsp; Reaching to intercept the napkin leaves him with a bit of a shiver as she strokes so softly against his delicate hands.&nbsp; With more than a little blush he wipes at his lip, wondering not for the first time.. was he really going to do this, just for a chance with her?
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 18:18:02</strong>
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				"Lucky you. My first day, I had to find like four different classes, picked up a bunch of notes..." She smirked, amused as well as pleased by his willingness. "Well then... how about it, missy?" <br><br>She looked him in the eye and spoke quite seriously.<br><br>"Are you willing?"<br><br>She rose from her seat and held out a hand to him.
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				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 18:21:35</strong>
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				This was it.&nbsp; Now or Never.&nbsp; Do or Die.&nbsp; All or Nothing.&nbsp; How many cheesy opposites comments were there in English anyways?&nbsp; He couldn't believe how much his hand shook when he reached up for hers.&nbsp; Wierd enough that she'd be leading so to speak, but that he shook?<br><br>"I don't even know your name..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 18:37:56</strong>
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				Her grip was firm, confident. She helped him balance as he stood, smiling encouragingly as she pulled him a little closer and their nearness reminded him that she was a little taller than he was in heels.<br><br>"Elizabeth. Which I supposed makes me L after all." She smirked. "Although I suppose B for Beth... "<br><br>She stepped away. One more step and he'd have to take his first step to follow.<br><br>"What was yours?"
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				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 18:44:37</strong>
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				He scrambled to grab book and backpack, and almost very nearly protested the half cup of latte he was leaving behind, before giving that up as a stupid idea.&nbsp; "So.. do you prefer Liz, Beth, or Elizabeth?&nbsp; I know.. most people hate abbreviations on their names.&nbsp; I'm Ryan."&nbsp; Totally missing the connotation on her question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 18:55:44</strong>
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				"Ryan..." She turned the name over again. "Ryan... Rheanna..." she whispered and nodded as she opened the door. She looked back and smiled. "Elizabeth. Like the queen. Although I am at most a Lady."<br><br>She walked quickly considering her spike heels and tight skirt, hips swinging gracefully, the hose whispering as her legs rubbed together wth each step. She had helped fashion students with their end-of-year shows before and could serve as a catwalk model, but right now she was walking more like Marilyn in <strong>Some Like It Hot</strong>. This was to keep Ryan focused on following her, as well as being a private joke...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2008, 19:20:58</strong>
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				Oh and follow he did, still not entirely sure what he was doing.&nbsp; I mean.. this was just a little game for some sex, right?&nbsp; Please god don't let her be one of those cruel ones who did things like take pictures and then ruin him in college for life, because she had one of the most incredible asses he'd seen in a long long time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 00:38:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She lead the way to a secluded two-storey house two streets away from campus. "Don't worry, there aren't any frats on this street. I made sure of that before I moved in..."<br><br>Unlocking and opening the door, she turned to look at him. "Enter freely and of your own will," she said with a sensual chuckle, opening the door wide for him to cross the threshold.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 01:51:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He followed of course, not at all wanting to let this opportunity go away.&nbsp; It was kind of weird being led by the hand, but stranger things have happened.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did try to keep an eye on where they were going, just so he could try and get here on his own later if this turned into more than a one-off thing.&nbsp; No frats this close to campus was pretty impressive, although why she thought to mention it was strange.<br><br>When she opened the door for him, he smiled, made a somewhat exaggerated stage bow, and stepped through to the house, looking around automatically, pausing at the door to slip out of his shoes.<br><br>"You live here alone?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 01:59:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Currently. I've had roommates - and exes - but no-one this semester so far."<br><br>She closed the door, walked through a hall decorated with a large coat rack, a telephone table and a window mannequin with no lower body or right arm wearing a top hat, and started up the stairs. "Follow, follow, follow, if you dare."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 02:08:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckles a little, both at the door mannequin and her mannerisms.&nbsp; The If you Dares were becoming amusing, and he smiled and followed, still looking around for more of the personal touches that made a house a home.&nbsp; And helped figure out who lived there.<br><br>"Umm.. how many rooms?&nbsp; I'm stuck in dorm at the moment.&nbsp; I couldn't find a place off campus to live that I could afford."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 02:19:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Four up, two down, four including the bathroom. I'm sure I could squeeze you in somewhere..."<br><br>She opened one of the upstairs doors, revealing a room in near darkness. A sheer scarf covered the window behind the half-drawn curtains, showing a double bed with a dark red patterned bedspread, a cluttered computer desk and nearby CD rack, and a selection of boots and the like. "This is me..."<br><br>She paused and opened another door. "And this is us." She grinned as she revealed a smaller box room fillwed with clothing, with a full-length mirror at the end of the floor space. "Let's see what we can find, once you're... a clean canvas." She gestured to his clothes, and smiled enticingly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 02:23:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh!&nbsp; I wasn't meaning to impose.. umm.. you have a six bedroom house.. all alone?&nbsp; That's got to be expensive."&nbsp; When the room was opened, he looked in politely before slipping pas the door to glance about.&nbsp; His eyes fell on the boots, and he paused there a bit, looking at all the leather and chrome, and buckles and things.&nbsp; How anyone could wear those.. they looked uncomfortable just sitting there...<br><br>"Umm...us?"&nbsp; He turned to look, and blinked at the closet literally full of clothes.&nbsp; She was seriously going to dress him up!&nbsp; "Uhh.&nbsp; You want me.. to undress?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 02:51:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Six <em>rooms</em>, not six <em>bedrooms</em>," she corrected. "I'm not actually the queen."<br><br>As he turned and blanched, she smiled and nodded. "Well, most of it won't look good on top of what you're wearing now. Let's see what I have to work with, shall we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 03:18:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah.. umm.. right."&nbsp; He blushed, and fidgeted, noticing that she was making no moves to slip out of her clothes in turn.&nbsp; Biting his lip and once again tucking his hair behind his ears, he reached up to begin undoing the buttons on his shirt.<br><br>"I.. hope you didn't think I was too pushy there.&nbsp; I wasn't trying to say I was moving in or anything.&nbsp; I mean, it was just a comment."&nbsp; The shirt was neatly gathered, and set onto the bed, his hands moving to his hips, and the slacks he was wearing.&nbsp; Was she going to watch him the whole time?&nbsp; His chest was.. well soft wasn't quite the word, but he wasn't exactly ripped or detailed either.&nbsp; Male definitely, but a soft one.&nbsp; The barest hint of a chest, and no six pack at all.<br><br>His blush grew as he fumbled the pants free, letting them slide down his legs, to join the shirt on the bed.&nbsp; The legs.. well they are the most feminine legs a man could ever hope to have.&nbsp; Not entirely curvaceous, but the hair that's on them isn't exactly thick, and given that it's blonde, is likely invisible from more than a few feet away.&nbsp; Finally, he stands, fidgeting a little in pale brown dress socks and a pair of simple enough silk boxers.&nbsp; "Umm... you joining me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 03:41:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Darling, I'm the one being pushy." She chuckled at the very idea. As he paused and asked if she were about to join him, she smirked.<br><br>"I suppose I <em>could</em>... is there something you'd like to see me in?" Elizabeth ran a hand along a rack full of dresses, more-or-less ordered by colour. "This?" She brought out a figure-hugging dress of black crushed velvet. "This?" She held a burgundy dress with a tight black-trimmed bodice and long satin skirt up to herself. "Maybe this..." She caressed the puffed sleeve of what looked suspiciously like a white bridal gown.<br><br>She slid off her jacket and folded it over a chair, revealing bare, smooth arms. <br><br>"But <em>I</em> am already dressed up... Now, socks and shorts off, let's see everything."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 03:50:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He blinked a few times at the very floofy dresses, not making a comment.&nbsp; She was damned serious about the dressing up part.&nbsp; His blush deepened as he realized he was about to be naked for.. effectively a stranger.&nbsp; He closed his eyes for a moment while he tugged off the socks, remembering art class, and how they said he'd be posing naked by the end of the first month.&nbsp; Well.. this was the same thing, right?<br><br>He thumbed down the boxers, letting them crumple in a tiny silken pile, stepping clear, all before opening his eyes, and checking out her.. reactions.&nbsp; He was already partway tumescent, but not all the way rigid, just.. interested but not excited.&nbsp; He fought the urge to cover up, to hide from the look, and tred a blushing smile.<br><br>"So.. umm.. tadaa?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 04:05:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked downward and smiled coyly. "Well, hello." She stepped closer, gently resting her fingers on his hips, and leaned in close enough that he could feel her breath on his lips. "You've been very brave, and you deserve a reward." <br><br>And with that she kissed him softly on the lips. Hers were soft and sweet. Then she pulled back and smiled seductively.<br><br>"You get more every time I approve. Now... what <em>are</em> we going to dress you in?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 15:45:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He almost ran as she eyed him up, his maleness visibly twitching in response to her appraising looks.&nbsp; He almost shivered when she stepped closer and closer.&nbsp; He damn near fainted when she touched his slender hips, his body almost unconsciously stepping forward towards her in response.&nbsp; When she kissed him though, he was stunned, and within moments, his interest surely did become excitement.&nbsp; When she pulled back, he gasped for air, and licked his lips, tasting her again.<br><br>He had to swallow through a dry throat that somehow didn't seem to want to work properly, and he had to fight every second not to put his hands down to cover his 'problem' while she pondered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 01:23:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"ohh, look at that blush, I should make <em>you</em> the bride..." She smirked. "But I suppose that's an exercise for the keen student. No, let's start with... Rheanna, the girl you are." She looked down at his clothes. "Nice slacks, nice shirt... I think you need a skirt and blouse to match. A good girl, that's you..."<br><br>She nodded to herself as she opened a chest of drawers. "Here we are, the very thing. From when my parents visited last year and I'd just broken up with... well, anyway. Now, do I have..." She rifled through another drawer, bringing out various strange, small items of clothing before something white. "Bingo. Put these on."<br><br>She turned and handed Ryan what proved to be a matching white silk bra and panties.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 02:23:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rheanna?&nbsp; She'd already come up with a female name for him.&nbsp; This was going a bit serious...<br><br>He took them of course, almost wanting to lower them and cover and put things in front of his now full erection.&nbsp; He felt the silk, and looked finally at what had been handed to him rather than the girl doing the handing.&nbsp; If he'd been blushing before he was positively crimson now.&nbsp; His cornsilk fine hair cascaded down once more to veil his cheeks and face as he held on to those very soft scraps of cloth a few moments longer.&nbsp; He had said he would...<br><br>Taking a deep deep breath, he set the bra aside.&nbsp; Complications for later.&nbsp; The smooth softness he stepped into, pulling them up, feeling that incredible caress of silk along barely haired legs.&nbsp; Finally, he snugged them into place, and stood there, feeling them pulling, tugging, hugging, and pressing things close to his body.&nbsp; It was a very strange feeling, and he couldn't help but just stand and... enjoy the way it felt.&nbsp; Totally different from boxers.&nbsp; Almost.. more personal feeling.&nbsp; He let his fingers touch and feel over his own slender hips, and around back, feeling the way the silk caressed and clung to every curve of his pert bum.<br><br>Finally, he stopped, and reached for the bra, lifting it up and twisting it around in his hands.&nbsp; He'd taken them off women before.. but putting them on?&nbsp; How did it all work?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 02:28:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Here. Let me." Elizabeth stepped closer, smiling reassuringly, as she slide the straps around his shoulders and stepped around him to fasten them at the back. The straps tugged at his skin as she adjusted them, sliding in soft, round shapes. "Just a little fabric padding..." She adjusted the cups, stepped back and nodded. <br><br>"How does that feel, <em>mon brave?</em>? All comfy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 02:57:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stood still while she dressed him, his face burning brightly.&nbsp; He tried very hard not to squirm, but once his hands were free of something to do, he couldn't help but reach down and feel the soft silk, and how it caressed him.&nbsp; How it clung to every curve and felt so very soft.&nbsp; She shivered just a little at her touch, and couldn't stop the soft gasp as she slid things across his nipples.&nbsp; It felt so strange standing here in women's underwear.. but strangely erotic.&nbsp; When she adjusted his "cups" he actually squirmed a little, and glanced at her, more than a little confused at how this was making him feel.<br><br>"Umm.. y..yeah.&nbsp; It.. It's nice.&nbsp; Soft."&nbsp; God how he tried to control his voice, to not let it crack with the excitement he was feeling just standing here... being dressed up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 03:08:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, isn't it just?" She smiled. "I see you wear silk yourself - isn't it the best?" She glanced down as he failed to hide his interest in the feel of his new panties. <br><br>"Mmm, with your legs I think you deserve stockings, and you'd look so hot in them. But that might be going too fast. What do you think? Do you dare? If you do... sit down there." She pointed to a small padded stool in front of a makeup table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 03:30:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He caressed the soft silk, touching and rubbing at it, not quite getting close enough to touching himself through it.&nbsp; Not here.&nbsp; Definitely not with her there.&nbsp; Still, he did nod, almost unconsciously at the question.&nbsp; It truly was a very nice feeling.&nbsp; He blinked a little at the suggestion, and he blushed some more.&nbsp; Still.. he was already standing here in panties and a bra.. might as well go all the way right?&nbsp; He took a step, feeling the way the silk moved with him, and drawing a soft almost hidden moan from his lips.&nbsp; He moved to the stool, and sat, again feeling the change in how the panties clung and moved with him.&nbsp; His blush had deepened another shade, although at least part of that was arousal not shame.&nbsp; And he knew it too.<br><br>"I've never done any of this before.&nbsp; I.. said that didn't I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 03:58:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That you did, but don't you worry, you're a natural." She smiled brightly as he sat down, clearly pleased by his decision, and handed him a matching garter belt. "It fastens like so - kinda like the bra." She pointed to the catches and let him do this one himself, as she opened another drawer. "Hmm... classic black, or good girl white?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 15:07:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He caught the garter, and already began unclasping and sliding it around his hips while she talked.&nbsp; He was a bit fumble fingered, but he had actually been paying attention when she helped him with the bra.&nbsp; He managed, after a second attempt, to at least get it fastened around his waist, the dangling things looking like little shrivelled silken snakes hanging from slender hips.&nbsp; He lifted his hands from his efforts, automatically brushing that silken hair back out of his face, tucking behind the ears, revealing the pink blush on his cheeks that seems fated to stay there as long as he's being dressed like this.&nbsp; Still, there's no ignoring the obvious interest below the waist, even as he sits and tries not to squirm in those soft silk panties.<br><br>"D..didn't you.. umm.. say something earlier about innocent?"&nbsp; Why the hell was he helping her with this?&nbsp; And why did it make him tingle literally from head to toe while he sat and offered suggestions on the girl clothes he was being made to wear?&nbsp; And most importantly of all.. was he really maybe actually what she said he was?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 19:43:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very nice. I told you that you could do it... of course, you don't have nails like these to contend with yet," she smirked, holding up her long manicured nails, then gently tugged the garter belt into place. "Not quite an hourglass figure, but you won't need one for this."<br><br>"Yes, I did, didn't I? Although you're obviously enjoying this..." She opened a pack containing a pair of sheer white stockings with lacy bands. "Don't wriggle around - tuck it away..."<br><br>She separated the hose skilfully, rolling each up in turn, and knelt to grasp Ryan's right ankle. "Point your toes, there's a good girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 10:15:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Girl.&nbsp; She called him a girl.&nbsp; His cheeks were bright pink by now, and it was more than a little obvious that he was very physically excited.&nbsp; The feel of the silk on him was indescribable, and the feeling of that garter clasped around his hips was.. actually rather pleasant.<br><br>"T..tuck it?&nbsp; Umm.. I.. don't think I can.&nbsp; I don't think it will bend like that..."<br><br>Dutifully, he pointed his toes, the feet in her hands just as delicate as the rest of him, the skin soft and unblemished with so-called 'manly' callouses.&nbsp; The first touch of that near gossamer substance against his foot brought a small gasp and a stifled moan from him, as she slid it upwards, letting it cling and hug and caress his leg.&nbsp; It was actually really sensual, and he could totally understand why women liked them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 21:46:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, point it up, your panties will keep it in place. That will do for now."<br><br>Elizabeth concentrated on rolling the almost insubstantial stocking up Ryan's leg, carefully pulling and stretching it to fit evenly, stroking his leg as the nylons clung to it, emphasising its smoothness and curve, before continuing with the second and finally fastening them with the garters, locking him into them.<br><br>"There now. Ohh, it really suits you." She ran a finger across the lace band of one of them. "I'm tempted to stop here and take you now... But I have to see how you look completely changed. So... skirt or dress?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 23:30:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The nylons slid into place with much stroking and rubbing and pushing.&nbsp; Every motion of her hands along his legs was like a sensual little massage, and he couldn't help but feel even more turned on by the time she was done.&nbsp; He tried at first to be a little surreptitious about repositioning. He'd never been comfortable adjusting in public before either.&nbsp; Moving himself with little nudges on the outside of those silken panties while she caressed his calf was really not working though, and finally he just had to take a little breath, and reach inside to press it against himself.&nbsp; She was right, of course, the waistband of the panties pressed his hardness against him, holding it in place even as she was sliding the last inch of the second nylon in place.<br><br>He paid attention to how the garters worked, and couldn't help but shiver slightly with even more excitement at the feeling of hose simple little elastics pressing against his bum, and along his thigh, stretching and pulling just a little to keep things in place.&nbsp; He felt her finger tracing along the lace, and his own did the same on the opposite leg, both ofthem drawing a smallish sigh from him.&nbsp; "They feel.. like a hug on my legs."<br><br>He gasped again at her comment, his blushing face looking at hers for a moment to see what it was she had really meant.&nbsp; To see how she was reacting to all of this.&nbsp; "Take me?"&nbsp; What had she meant by that?&nbsp; The traditional very sexual taking.. or something.. more public, like taking to a party?&nbsp; "Umm.. m..may I try.. umm.. the skirt please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 02:17:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cross your legs," Elizabeth said with a hint of a giggle. "See how that feels." <br><br>The stockings slipped against each other freely as the garters tugged and stretched on his exposed bottom with every motion.<br><br>"Alright, a skirt it is. Let's make you a sweet little preppy girl." She beamed as she sashayed over to a wardrobe and took a few things out.<br><br>"First the blouse, so you can tuck it in properly." She handed him a glossy white silk shirt, with flowing sleeves - and buttons that fastened the wrong way. "Put it on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2008, 05:54:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking a little confused, he did try to cross his legs.&nbsp; Maybe he was just sitting wrong for a lady or something.&nbsp; Only when the first brush of gossamer soft stockings pressed against his legs, their holders clinging and rubbing in such interesting ways against the silk of his panties did he gasp, his eyes opening wider in surprise.&nbsp; Holy hell this felt good!&nbsp; He bit his lip a little, and blushed a brighter pink than before, squirming ever so slightly in his seat while silk caressed everything so very nicely.&nbsp; "N..no wonder girls like to dress up..."<br><br>He was almost panting as she sashayed, the motion doing interesting things to the way those panties felt.&nbsp; His legs stayed right where they were, all crossed and not moving just yet.&nbsp; When the soft silk fluttered into his surprised hands, he found that they were shaking ever so slightly, and he tried very hard to make hem busy so he could hide the trembles.&nbsp; Sliding the blouse on the normal way, he quickly became a little confused over the buttons, looking down as he tried to button them up his front, the way he was used to doing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 14:01:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know... dressing up is so good, it's a wonder men haven't taken it over." Elizabeth grinned. "Present company excepted, of course..."<br><br>She noticed he was struggling, laid down the dark length of fabric she was holding and approached him. "The other way, darling." She beamed as she gently took his trembling hands. "Traditionally, a man would dress himself and a maid would dress a lady. We were supposed to be helpless." She winked. "You can imagine that, can't you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 15:24:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He continued to blush, at least happy inside that she still thought of him as a man.. or at least.. he thought he was happy about it.&nbsp; Things were a lot more confusing at the moment, with all this wonderful feeling silk, and the strange sensation of these girl clothes caressing his body in such strange ways.<br><br>"Other...oh...&nbsp; No, I really can't imagine you being helpless."&nbsp; His virtually numb fingers released the silk to her almost gratefully, and he shrugged and squirmed his arms out of the sleeves so she could put it on properly.&nbsp; Looking down at the very realistic-looking breasts she'd manage to make for him, he suddenly saw himself as a female.&nbsp; And the very idea of it was electrifying.&nbsp; She was going to pull it off.&nbsp; His blush changed ever so subtly, from embarrassed to flushed of a different sort.&nbsp; He could feel her soft fingers so skillfully buttoning him up, and he shivered.&nbsp; It wouldn't be long now, and he'd be a she.&nbsp; At least on the outside.<br><br>And all of a sudden, he wanted it to happen, and he gasped at the revelation of it.&nbsp; Rheanne was about to be born.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-08-2008, 20:11:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But you can imagine being helpless yourself, can't you?" She smoothed down the front of the blouse, stroked his discreet false breasts, adjusted the collar to hide his shallow Adam's apple and leaned back, smiling.<br><br>Seeing his changing expression, the obvious smile, she nodded to herself. "Now for your skirt... tell me you want it." She held up the smooth black skirt, around knee length he guessed. She smiled coyly and looked him in the eye.<br><br>"Tell me that you want to wear a skirt."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 02:30:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He panted now, his breathing speeding up as he felt the changes, and watched them happen.&nbsp; He shivered as her hands caressed across the fake breasts, his own clenching at his sides.&nbsp; He looked up when she spoke, licking his lips, trying to gather enough to speak.&nbsp; He barely managed a whisper.<br><br>"Please?&nbsp; I'd like my skirt now.&nbsp; I.. want to wear it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-08-2008, 22:06:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good. I knew you would." She handed him the black pencil skirt, lined with silk. "Slide it on, fasten it over your blouse. Fasten yourself into it." She smiled sensually and gave a nod of encouragement, then stepped back to observe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 02:41:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stood, taking the skirt in hand, feeling the weight of it, the smoothness.&nbsp; It looked so deceptively simple.&nbsp; Like a pair of pants with no legs.&nbsp; He bent to step into it, almost moaning from the caress of silk across his bum, the feel of those garters still stretching and pressing against him, even the feel of the silken chemise caressing across his skin.&nbsp; It all felt so sensual.&nbsp; Barely able to control his breathing, he stepped, the stockings still hugging his legs like soft gloves.&nbsp; He could feel the soft silk as it caressed its way up his legs, pulling the skirt on.&nbsp; He sighed with some relief, and more than a little pleasure at the feel of it hugging his hips, holding it all in place already.&nbsp; When it was done up, it would press ever so slightly, and he'd be a she.&nbsp; Outwardly at least.&nbsp; His fingers shook, more with excitement now than nervousness, and he fastened those few little buttons, sealing himself into the role.&nbsp; When he finally finished, his hands smoothed the skirt over his hips, feeling the garter belt, the panties, even the little dangling straps all in one motion, he looked up to her, his face flushed, his excitement still quite noticeable under the skirt, tenting the fabric slightly, even pressed in place in his panties.<br><br>"How... do I look?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 03:49:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like you're loving this."<br><br>Elizabeth smiled mischievously as she looked him up and down.<br><br>She moved over and ever-so-gently tucked a fold of the blouse into the waistband of the skirt, then slid her hands down his hips, caressing the tips of his stockings. <br><br>"Of course, if we want you to pass, we'll need to let that little bump relax and hide it away. And we DO want you to pass, you sexy little thing." She paused and half-smiled. "Ever worn heels?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 03:58:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed deeply at the comment.&nbsp; He was enjoying this a whole lot.&nbsp; Everything on him tingled, and he loved the way it all felt.&nbsp; He practically shivered as she touched, and tucked, and tidied him up.&nbsp; He couldn't even try to stop the low soft moan of her hands over his hips, his own hands lifting up in a half move towards hers as well, before falling back down to stand still, letting her do what she wanted.<br><br>He was already on the edge of an incredible explosion, and they hadn't even really kissed, or petted, or anything.&nbsp; He found himself nodding to the comment about passing, wanting it very much himself at this moment.&nbsp; He wanted to know so much how she intended to make his little bump relax.&nbsp; He could feel it straining, even twitching at times, and he knew he was going to be making a mess of his panties with the amount of excitement he felt.&nbsp; By now he'd be making a wet spot for sure.<br><br>"N..no I haven't.&nbsp; I've never worn any of this before."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 04:21:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's such a waste, this beautiful girl hidden away all those years. Well, we'll just have to make up for lost time, won't we?" Elizabeth nodded encouragingly. "Lucky you aren't too tall for these." She opened a cupboard and looked through a selection of shoe boxes, finally bringing one out. "See if these fit." She opened it and presented him with a pair of black 3" high heels with an ankle strap, which appeared as if they might well fit, and looked at him expectantly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 15:02:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He swallowed, struggling to find enough moisture to speak, his legs trembling and barely supporting him anymore.&nbsp; The combination of the incredible arousal and the excitement of all the layers of silk and the touches and soft caresses his body is feeling make it very hard to concentrate at all.&nbsp; With a whisper, he choked out a small plea "Will you help me with them please?"<br><br>His head felt light, the room starting to spin ever so slightly as he sat down, the stockinged legs splayed slightly in a very unladylike manner.&nbsp; It would appear he'd need a lot of help in a number of very basic things.&nbsp; His hands touched, stroked, and caressed his new body.&nbsp; The feel of the silk against his chest, and the exciting sensation of having soft breasts to touch.&nbsp; The incredible way the garters clung and dug in just a little when he sat, pressing the silky panties tighter against him.&nbsp; Even the soft gentle hug of the stockings against his legs.&nbsp; They all helped to bring him to a surreal place of sexual excitement.&nbsp; Who would have though just putting on girl's clothes would do this?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-08-2008, 19:18:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Gladly. Legs together, young lady," she said in a mock scolding tone as he flopped as boyishly as the tight skirt would let him. <br><br>"Now, these take some practice to walk in, so I'm starting you with three inch heels, and straps so you can't fall out of them..." She slipped one on, and it fitted his foot well. <br><br>"So you can't just slip them off and escape," she added teasingly as she buckled the strap around his ankle and moved on to the second.<br><br>"There we are. Now you just need makeup, jewellery and a spritz of perfume and you'll be complete. Excited?" she asked, stroking his thigh through the skirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 02:05:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had the good graces to look slightly ashamed at his very unladylike flop, pulling his legs together immediately at her admonishment.&nbsp; He nodded silently at her brief explanation of the shoes, and wiggled his foot just a little to seat the heels properly.&nbsp; The strap closing around his ankle was like the last link in a chain, binding him into the role.&nbsp; And it was a chain he was gladly accepting.<br><br>He smiled a little at the tease, his foot descending to the floor to wobble awkwardly for a moment before finding a balance while she put his other shoe on.&nbsp; Settling down he couldn't help the squirm and slight soft gasp of happiness at the idea of all the things that went into this.&nbsp; Makeup.&nbsp; How would it feel?&nbsp; Jewellery.&nbsp; Even Perfume.&nbsp; Complete was a wonderful sounding word at the moment.<br><br>"Yes, very."&nbsp; He shivered slightly again at the touching of her hand along his leg, his own delicate fingers finally making a move to rest against her hand.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-08-2008, 21:56:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wonderful. Such a brave girl." She took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, before her fingers slipped free and she straightened up, reaching past him to open a case on top of the makeup table. She selected a lipstick, an eyeliner and mascara, and tapped the plastic containers against her thigh thoughtfully as she looked at her range of blushers.<br><br>"You know, when you're done I think you'll be good enough to show to the whole world. What do you think? Do you want to?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 02:20:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled again, blushing slightly at the compliment.&nbsp; He couldn't help the very aroused squirm when she squeezed him.&nbsp; Everything on him tingled, his hands clasping and unclasping at his sides while waiting for the last transformations.&nbsp; He looked at the boxes and tubes and cylinders, bewildered by the sheer number of different things, and totally uncomprehending of the possible purpose of them all.<br><br>It took a minute for it to settle in, and when it did, he gasped softly, his hands lifting automatically to cross over his breasts shyly.&nbsp; "Sh..show me?&nbsp; Out...side?"&nbsp; Oh the thrill of the idea was incredible, but would they notice?&nbsp; Who had seen him come in here?&nbsp; Had he told anyone unknowingly?&nbsp; Could they tell?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 04:45:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't have to - I'm happy to keep you all to myself. But... I'm rather proud of my new creation. And you want to know if you can pass as well... don't you?" she asked with a teasing smirk. <br><br>"Which, in just a moment..." She opened a tube of lipsticks and puckered, indicating for him to do the same as she gently applied the warm pinkish red shade, before opening a mascara and gently holding his head still with a free hand. "... you will." She began to emphasise his eyes with soft, skilful strokes of the dark brush.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>10-08-2008, 15:56:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you.. think I can?&nbsp; Really?"&nbsp; He almost flinched at the amount of hope in his voice when he asked.&nbsp; He truly did want to know if he could pass.&nbsp; How would the world be different for him as Rheanne instead of Ryan?&nbsp; The smirk drew yet another blush to his cheeks, and he began to wonder if they might not permanently turn pink in her presence.<br><br>He puckered for the kiss when she indicated he should, the feel of the lipstick smooth and almost greasy on his lips.&nbsp; He couldn't help but lick them right after, just to feel it again.&nbsp; It was totally different from kissing lipstick covered lips.&nbsp; Wearing it was.. heavier somehow.&nbsp; He froze in place when she held him there, trying not to blink as she worked on his eyes and lashes.&nbsp; Surely she could feel the warmth in his cheek against her wrist while she worked.&nbsp; When she pulled back, he did blink, quite a few times, looking up at her hopefully.&nbsp; Had it worked?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-08-2008, 22:05:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth stepped back, inspecting Ryans newly made-up face, then smiled proudly. "Hello Rheanne." She grinned.<br><br>"I think you pass muster, but take a look for yourself." She gestured to the makeup mirror. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 01:07:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took a little breath, steeling himself to look, wondering if she was right.&nbsp; Could it possibly have worked?&nbsp; Slowly, he turned in his seat, feeling once more the silk and garters pressing and sliding in such delicious ways.&nbsp; He could even feel the straps of his heels digging against his ankles a little.&nbsp; When he looked into the mirror, he gasped, his painted mouth falling open slightly in amazement.&nbsp; It wasn't even him!&nbsp; Slowly, his hand lifted, almost as if to touch, but he didn't want to.&nbsp; Touching might break the picture, shatter the illusion.&nbsp; <br><br>He stared long at the picture of the woman in front of him, taking in the features and colours.&nbsp; He'd have looked twice seeing himself on campus.&nbsp; He'd probably even have asked himself out on a date if he could have summoned the courage to talk.&nbsp; "Wow... it.. it's really... I'm beautiful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 01:59:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, you are." Elizabeth beamed happily. "I knew you would be, darling. Glad you came?" she added with a mischievous smile. "Oh, could I get a photo? I didn't take any 'before' shots, I just want an 'after'..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 02:12:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Very... it's incredible.&nbsp; I never could have thought..."&nbsp; He blushed a little, his hand falling once more to his lap, brushing accidentally against a little bulge present.&nbsp; At the mention of the picture, his blush deepened, brought out by the added colour to his cheeks.<br><br>Looking up at the girl responsible for this miracle, his eyes were moist, but a small shy smile was on his face.&nbsp; "I.. I'm ready for my close up Mr DeVille."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 02:27:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohhh, now I'm tempted to do a whole fashion shoot with you. Squeeze you into all sorts of naughty things, maybe get one of the photographers from the art school to take the pictures... Maybe at the weekend?" Elizabeth grinned as she clicked through the options on her digital camera, selecting redeye reduction, and took a first shot. <br><br>"You look so hot we could make a whole exhibition about you... Now stand up, let me get a full-length shot, show me some leg baby!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 03:02:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He bit his lip a little, looking so very shy and innocent, especially with the demure clothing he was wearing.&nbsp; The idea of this getting any naughtier brought a much deeper shy blush to his cheeks, all of it heightening the blushing virgin look for her picture.<br><br>Mention of bringing other people, letting them see him, letting them know, brought a look of worry.&nbsp; Was she going to drag him along and then just... embarrass the hell out of him in public?<br><br>"The.. whole weekend?"&nbsp; Slowly, he stood, almost numb with that growing sense of panic.&nbsp; Photographers, other students, whole bunches of people knowing about him.&nbsp; His hands trembled at his side, and the bulge in the front of his skirt had never been more prominent.&nbsp; Gamely, he tried to look like someone who you'd want to take a picture of, but his nervousness was starting to come back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 03:20:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not the <em>whole</em> weekend, just <em>at</em> the weekend. And if you want to keep Rheanna as our little secret that's fine too." Elizabeth smiled warmly. "Although the world would be a better place for seeing the hotness of you, little lady. Or we can keep who you used to be a secret instead if you can play the part all the time we're out. Or you could be out and proud... but I think you like the idea of it being some kind of secret, don't you?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 03:27:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The relief on his face might have been comical, had the situation not been so charged.&nbsp; "Oh yes I'd like that..."&nbsp; It would be a long time before he realized that he had agreed to a lot more than just keeping it secret.&nbsp; Not that he'd mind at all, given how everything did make him feel so special.<br><br>"Do.. you do this often?&nbsp; Dress guys up?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 03:33:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not often. There's a junior in Fashion and Textiles who I do his makeup before some shows, got him fitted for his first corset, but he was well out already." <br><br>She gestured for him to raise his head as she took another shot. "Turn and look back... very nice. Stroke your skirt down, very good."<br><br>She grinned. "Before that... well, there was this boy back in high school, and he looked so cute in that cheerleader uniform and pigtails... but you're the winner. I saw you and I just knew..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 03:45:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He follows directions, turning and posing as best he can, blushing and demurely looking away and down quite often.&nbsp; Thankfully, she's good at making sure the tent in the front of his skirt isn't showing in these shots.&nbsp; Or at least he hopes she is.<br><br>When she mentions the cheerleader and pigtails outfit, he gasps and looks up, a sudden little thrill going through him at the idea, followed once more by that delicate blush.&nbsp; Everything seems so new and exciting, and possible.<br><br>"Knew.. what?&nbsp; That.. I was.. like this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 03:56:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That you'd be beautiful. I didn't know if you'd enjoy it, but... well, I went with silk and nylons, and they're too nice not to like at least a little." She stroked his hair gently as she shut the camera off and set it down.<br><br>"Like that idea, do ya?" she teased as he gasped and blushed. "But which one of us ought to be wearing it?" She winked with a suggestive smile. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 04:07:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes.&nbsp; I.. can we share?"&nbsp; He squirmed a little in place, the excitement of all of this growing within him.&nbsp; to be honest, at this point, he didn't even care if he had sex tonight.&nbsp; The feeling of silk and nylon and little straps digging at his bum, all of it helping keep him at that peak of excitement.&nbsp; The shower tonight was going to be incredible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 04:10:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, you naughty little thing!" Elizabeth clapped and laughed. "Just for that, we are definitely going clubbing on Wednesday, someone's doing a gothy night thing. You could even go as a boy if you like, although I'd rather get you dolled up in something more suitable... and I might even let you pick <em>my</em> outfit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 04:13:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped, mind reeling at the idea of actually going out like this.&nbsp; Or like anything for that matter.&nbsp; "N..no... I&nbsp; want to go.. as a girl?"&nbsp; Wow.. had he really said that out loud?&nbsp; "I.. don't think.. I'd do a very good job of picking clothes..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 04:20:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth smiled joyfully on hearing that he wanted to go as Rheanna. <br><br>"Well, just a general sort of style. Like right now you're Miss Preppy Good Girl. But for the club, well... I'll be fitting someone else for her first corset, I think." She winked. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 04:37:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped at the thought, shivering and having to rub his hands over his hips a little to calm them down.&nbsp; He could feel the warmth in his panties starting to grow.&nbsp; All of this talk was just turning him on more and more.&nbsp; "I'd like that.. I think."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 04:41:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I bet you would, you saucy little minx." Elizabeth giggled. "No-one knowing what's hidden away... boys looking at you and imagining what you'd look like naked... and being wrong..." She leaned closer, close enough that he could almost kiss her. "Of course, you have to be willing to really go out dressed for that to work..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 04:52:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He practically squirmed with the thought of anyone being mistaken about him.&nbsp; The very thrill of being out.&nbsp; In public, looking like a girl.&nbsp; Being a girl.&nbsp; Being Rheanne.&nbsp; His heart thudded in his chest, his whole body electrified by the thought of it all.&nbsp; A soft groan as his excitement took a physical turn.&nbsp; He could feel the pressure and heat in him.<br><br>He barely whispered out&nbsp; "oh yes." before he closed that inch and desperately kissed the woman making this all possible.&nbsp; Lipstick pressed against lipstick, and he shuddered in bliss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-08-2008, 20:17:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth responded to his kiss eagerly, taking the initiative and moving closer. Ryan felt her stockings rubbing against his as her legs slid across his thighs, felt her fingers running through his hair as she kissed him passionately, probingly.<br><br>"Mmmm, you want this, don't you girl?" she breathed into his ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 03:04:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a desperate, fumbling kiss.&nbsp; It was worthy of a ten year old's first effort at a birthday party.&nbsp; A mere press of lips against lips, but then she pushed it further.&nbsp; He let go a throaty moan, shivering with the feeling of his stockings (!) rubbing against legs.&nbsp; His hands finally moved to grab gently at her hips, his body shivering as they kissed.&nbsp; The urgency between his legs had grown yet again, and he was once again on the verge of losing control.&nbsp; From a simple kiss.<br><br>They swapped tongues for a moment, before she broke away, leaving him panting.&nbsp; His painted eyes flickered open, confused, and yet extremely happy.&nbsp; "God yes please" was his breathed answer, his hands trying to pull her closer, trying to feel her up against him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 15:09:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In his defence, her kiss was highly skilled... and she was rubbing close to him, their tight skirts barely keeping them apart.<br><br>She smiled and lightly kissed his earlobe as he agreed.<br><br>"Take your skirt off. Wouldn't want it to get creased." She chuckled as she slid her hands down his tightly silked bottom. "Undo mine as well."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 15:22:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a little frantic to be sure, but the instructions to get out of his new clothes were met with mixed feelings.&nbsp; The skirt felt so nice, pinning everything in place, and it slid so very well over the silks caressing his body.. but he wanted her too.&nbsp; So very much.&nbsp; He could barely control his breathing, his hands shaking slightly as they moved to begin to undo what she had done, pulling gently and oh so carefully on his zipper, before starting to wriggle a little to get the skirt down off his slender hips.<br><br>It was a shame really, revealing the obvious bulge in his panties, and the rather impressive stain he'd been causing for the last half hour, and he did have the good graces to blush deeply.&nbsp; Still, he bit his lip and continued on, still feeling her hot breath on his ear and neck, making his pulse race as he reached for her zipper, and tried the same tactic, wiggling gently to get the skirt to come free.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 16:01:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry, baby, you'll be back in it soon," she reassured him as she undid his garters to get to the band of his panties. "I didn't dress you just to undress you." She kissed his neck lightly as encouragement, and felt the knickers fill out a little more as he fumbled with the buttons of her skirt. "Feels nice, though, doesn't it? Sliding out of your skirt at the end of a long day..."<br><br>As he started to slide her skirt down, it exposed black silk knickers trimmed with lace and her own garters, worn inside the underwear unlike his. She pulled his down, exposing his secret with a sly smile, as he revealed her shaved slit. Then she gently pushed him back, onto the bed. She reached over to a drawer and pulled out a condom. "Hope you aren't a Catholic... although I might dress you for Catholic school... and maybe I'll put you in latex all over sometime." She winked as she unrolled the condom over him, like a stocking and moved on top, straddling him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 16:24:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded a little at the comment, wondering what it would be like to actually dress up for a whole day, to be a girl for a whole day.. or a weekend... or a week... or forever...&nbsp; The idea of it made him moan softly, or maybe that was the sight of those delicious panties that he suddenly wanted to be wearing more than taking off a beautiful girl.<br><br>He felt the cool room air finally touching him, the shining wetness of his well marinated member becoming visible.&nbsp; He'd been very excited for quite a while now, and it showed.&nbsp; He gasped a little as he revealed her wonderful femininity, marvelling at its simplicity and beauty.&nbsp; He lay back with her urgings easily, surprised how nice it felt to not be the one on top, not the one in charge.<br><br>He smiled at the condom, always wise to take precautions.&nbsp; He shivered in excitement at the idea of more than one outfit, of being dressed up in so many ways.&nbsp; "Oh yes.. I'd like that."&nbsp; His voice was throaty, smoky, warm, and in a brief moment of clarity.. rather feminine in a sexy kind of way.&nbsp; He held his breath as she moved into position, his hands moving automatically to her hips, feeling the soft lace of the garters, the straps under his fingers with an entirely new appreciation for just how incredibly sexy they were.<br><br>He paused there, looking down between them, on pair of breasts hanging in her blouse, hovering so close to his, the soft silk covering his torso, the simple cotton covering hers.&nbsp; Two pair of stockinged legs one outside the other, and in between them that rubber covered member standing up straight and desperate.&nbsp; It was a scene of incredible eroticism, and he very nearly lost it right there.&nbsp; With ever care possible, he helped guide her into place, feeling that delicious warmth that he craved so often as a man surrounding him once again with a soft sigh of nylon caressing nylon to highlight it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2008, 23:39:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth could feel him inside her. She clenched ever so slightly, feeling him shudder at that small movement. He would agree to anything at a moment like this - in fact, this one would probably agree to anything at any time. She smiled at the idea of having this one all to herself. Of course, she'd have to teach him not to get quite so aroused quite so quickly if she was going to show off her new dress-up doll. But for now, she was enjoying his arousal - controlling him, letting him fill her just as much as she wanted... <br><br>Of course, in his poor overstimulated state it did not take long for him to come... but he remained firm as she stayed on top, riding him where she wanted to go.<br><br>As he finally fell back, unable to go further, she grinned and slid free. "Good girl... now wash up and let's get you dressed again, eh? Would you like that, Rheanna?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>14-08-2008, 02:35:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned and whimpered and moaned, each sound coming unbidden and instinctively out of him as they worked together.&nbsp; He was so very excited, his whole body alive with the feelings of such incredible new sensations.&nbsp; When she first sank down, her felt the garter snap slightly.&nbsp; His garter.&nbsp; He felt their nylons stroke together almost as much as he felt her heat around him.&nbsp; And when she pressed closer, he felt their breasts press together, his body literally exploding at the wonderful idea of feeling his breasts touching hers, even through their blouses.<br><br>She kept going, using him, like he'd used girls before, making sure she got her pleasure too.&nbsp; When she slowed, he finally flopped back against her bed, face flushed, breathing ragged, still feeling her with him for a long moment.&nbsp; When he was able to regain his speech, he breathed at her "Do.. you have any tissues?&nbsp; I.. really do like that Elizabeth.&nbsp; I just.. wish there was a way to not.. show."<br><br>He accepted the box of tissues, and with some embarrassment, he proceeded to remove the rubber, and clean up, trying vainly to even sponge up some of the mess he'd already left in his silken panties.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 03:19:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course I have tissues, silly..." She reached over and retrieved a small box of tissues, leaning over and kissing his neck as she handed it to him.<br><br>"I should make you do the laundry," she added with a wicked little laugh. "Put you in an apron... but then I'd have to buy you a maid's uniform, wouldn't I?" She grinned. <br><br>"As it is... not everyone gets that excited by dressing. Obviously you do... and that's fun, but yes, we need a way to squirrel that away... Maybe Rheanna needs a panty liner, hmm?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 03:26:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He flushed again at the image of a small frilly black and white uniform, with those sexy garters and the faintest hint of his sexy silk panties from underneath the too-short skirt.&nbsp; He felt himself twitch a little more at the idea, and he had to glance at Elizabeth to see if she was watching.&nbsp; "You don't have to pay for everything.&nbsp; I have some money too.&nbsp; I.. wouldn't mind owning some of these."<br><br>He looked again at her, confused at the reference, daubing up the last of the mess he could get to, and discarding the whole sticky mess.&nbsp; He was okay with being present at a conversation about womenly things such as their periods, but the mechanics of it had never been a top subject.&nbsp; "Would that work?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2008, 20:47:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth gave him a devilish little smile as he suggested paying for some clothes. "Agreed. You do deserve your own wardrobe."<br><br>As he asked about panty liners, she shrugged. "They are designed to go inside your panties and absorb messes - we'll have to try one and see if it works for you when we get you into your new pair. Or should I zip you back into your skirt without a pair?" She winked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>16-08-2008, 02:41:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped a little, and blushed once more, shaking his head slightly.&nbsp; "No.. please I.. like wearing them.&nbsp; I don't want to make a mess of your skirt too."&nbsp; He shivered a little as he reached for the panties he'd already soiled, fully intending to put them back on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-08-2008, 21:52:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"My skirt?" Elizabeth looked down, then smiled and nodded as she realised what he meant. "Oh, no. It's your skirt now, darling. Just like these are yours... and you need a new pair too, don't you?" She gestured to the moist panties he was holding, then rolled off the bed and walked to the chest of drawers, bending over and giving him a lingering view of a shapely backside wearing nothing but fastened garters, before handing him a fresh pair of matching silk 'boyshorts' trimmed with lace. <br><br>"Another donation to creating the girl of our dreams." Then she smirked. "I suppose I should put mine back on too, shouldn't I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>17-08-2008, 02:45:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped a little at the announcement.&nbsp; They were all going to be his clothes!&nbsp; Still somewhat flushed with the afterglow of their rapid lovemaking, his blush returned swiftly enough.&nbsp; He felt all warm inside.&nbsp; She was giving him some clothes to wear.&nbsp; His.&nbsp; Permanently.&nbsp; That lovely vista when she bent over brought a small groan from the poor boy still somewhat half sprawled on the bed.&nbsp; The appearance of the lovely little silken shorts and their lace trim was enough to bring a look of longing.<br><br>"You'd better.&nbsp; You stay like that much longer, and we'll have a repeat problem to take care of."&nbsp; He took the little boyshorts in trembling hands, a look of gratitude on his face.&nbsp; "You wear yours outside your garters.&nbsp; Is that.. better?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 02:49:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's quicker. More practical. But I hadn't planned on seducing anyone, or I would have put them on properly. And you need that little extra tightness, of course, so fasten your garters over them."<br><br>She selected a gleaming black thong for herself, shimmying into it while standing and smoothing it into place before stepping into her skirt again. She turned, holding it closed, presenting the side zipper to Ryan. "Zip me up, would you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>18-08-2008, 07:45:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded a little, slipping into the tight little boyshorts.&nbsp; An entirely different feel from the panties he'd started with, and just as lovely to feel against his skin.&nbsp; Biting his lip again he took his time snugging them into place, and loving the feeling of fresh clean panties pressing against him, feeling them encasing and holding his bum gently, even surrounding his freshly relaxed member.&nbsp; Inexpertly, he fumbled his garters back into place, making sure they were nice and tight so he could feel them pressing and holding him again, drawing yet another soft blush from those made up cheeks.<br><br>He loved being asked to help dress her, and his long slender fingers made short work of the zipper, before sliding over her hips gently to smooth out the skirt.&nbsp; With a bit of a wiggle of his own, he drew up his own skirt, and presented himself for zipping with a deeper blush of excitement.&nbsp; "Now me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 02:48:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth smiled as Ryan fixed her skirt, especially as his hands ran down her hips. <br><br>"I should make you do it yourself for making such a mess, you naughty little bitch. In fact, I should give you long press-on nails and then make you do it..." She grinned. "But I do enjoy putting you in a skirt." She fastened the tight pencil skirt back onto him. "Where you belong." <br><br>She smoothed it down, her hand running gently over his flattened crotch. "There, you're all girl again. Now, where shall we go to show you off, hmm? Shopping? Cruising for boys?" She winked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 03:07:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He practically squirmed at the feeling of being told that he belonged in a skirt, his cheeks blushing once more before he turned around to face his maker.&nbsp; He did glance at his fingers, wondering what they'd look like with nails.&nbsp; Maybe he'd grow them out?&nbsp; He shivered at the feeling of her hand pressing against his extra padding, and the way it felt pushing against her maleness concealed so very well under the layers.<br><br>"G..go?&nbsp; You mean.. out?"&nbsp; He blushed deeper at the suggestions.&nbsp; Shopping?&nbsp; He'd absolutely never make it home in dry panties.&nbsp; Cruising for boys??&nbsp; Good god could he pass that well?&nbsp; Did he want to?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 03:43:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, out. You're far too beautiful not to show you off." Elizabeth nodded, as if this statement decided things. "If that's okay... are you feeling brave?" She smiled invitingly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 03:50:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivered a little at the idea of it.&nbsp; Could he pull it off?&nbsp; His eyes flicked to the window, looking out into the growing dark evening.&nbsp; "What.. if it doesn't work?&nbsp; What if they can tell?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 03:58:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"This is a college town, the shops will shrug and serve you anyway. Although I suppose boys being cruised for migth get offended, so we can leave that till later if you like. Besides, do as I do with the walk and all, keep your voice soft and quiet, and you'll be fine. Trust me, princess..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>19-08-2008, 04:31:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivered slightly, biting his lip once more, and glanced at the mirror in the room.&nbsp; Rheanne really did look amazing.&nbsp; He ran his hands slowly over the pencil skirt, feeling them pressing against his garters, and the soft silky boyshorts underneath.&nbsp; Even the way the stockings looked on his legs was incredible.<br><br>"If.. you think I can do it... we... can try?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 03:06:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you can. I <em>know</em> you can." Elizabeth smiled encouragingly as she stepped to stand beside him, and slid an arm around his waist. "You just might be the sexiest girl I know," she murmured into his ear, and then flicked his lobe with her tongue. "So where to, kitten?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>20-08-2008, 13:42:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her confidence was a salve on his fears and nervousness.&nbsp; Almost addictive.&nbsp; He shivered slightly at the ather possessive move, leaning into her far more outgoing self.&nbsp; His own delicate hand moved to rest gently on her tummy, a so very feminine gesture.&nbsp; It took him a minute to settle his beating heart, before being able to draw a breath easily.<br><br>That stopped happening when she flicked his ear with her tongue.&nbsp; He gasped softly, shivering at the delicacy of it, blushign once more at the compliment.&nbsp; "I.. don't know?&nbsp; Where.. do girls.. hang out?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 00:54:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, the obvious place to start would be shopping. Ready to have your first corset fitted? It'll help immensely with giving you a more proper shape." She gave him a devilish little smile. "Squeezing you into tight little dresses you can't escape from..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>22-08-2008, 03:18:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped at the comment, his cheeks once more returning to that light pink ebmarrassed stage.&nbsp; He squirmed ever so slightly in her arm, his own hand fluttering againt her toned tummy.<br><br>"I.. would like that very much."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2008, 23:17:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned and kissed his glowing pink cheek. "I knew it! Oh, you'll be such a doll..." She stepped towards the door, pulling him along. Two pairs of high heels clicked on the floor as she lead him to the stairs. "Now lean back, use the bannister, don't want you toppling over... Good girl..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>24-08-2008, 02:30:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was nervous of course.&nbsp; His cheek stayed quite pink after the kiss, and most especially after leaving the comforting safety of her room.&nbsp; He almost expected his first step outside of the door to be greeted with a crowd of people pointing and calling him a freak for wearing women's clothing.<br><br>No such crowd existed, of course, but he was nervous nonetheless.&nbsp; The heels were harder to walk in than he had expected.&nbsp; Wearing them and walking in them were two completely different things.&nbsp; At first he clung to her like a drunken party goer, needing the extra balance.&nbsp; He listened carefully, and tried to do what she told him to, the pencil skirt and heels pushing his hips and legs to be moving in a significanlty different way than he was used to.&nbsp; He could only hope the slightly more mincing steps and the way his hips felt like they were practically wiggling looked more feminine, and not just fake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-08-2008, 20:27:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm proud of you," Elizabeth whispered in his ear as she opened the door. "A lot of girls like you stay indoors their whole lives. And don't worry, we'll get a cab to the store, we're not dressed for a long walk. Now..." She paused and closed her eyes. "Mmm, feel the breeze on your legs... isn't that wonderful?" She turned and smiled at him as she stepped through the door and out onto the path. <br><br>"Now... take a step."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>25-08-2008, 04:43:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The idle strange thought came to him that he'd never need makeup blush if he kept on like this.&nbsp; His cheeks were likely to turn a rather permanent shade of pink as it stood.&nbsp; The breeze over the nylons was amazing, and brought a shiver to him.&nbsp; Another stray bizarre thought as he stepped out of the building, hearing the soft click of his heels on the pavement.<br><br>"I.. don't have a purse or anything..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 00:46:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not to worry, it's not like you have ID in your new name yet or anything." Elizabeth shrugged casually. "And I'll be paying for your new clothes, so don't worry about money. You'll just have to owe me some service." She winked as she locked the door and lead the way towards the road, towards a waiting taxi.<br><br>"Now, you know how to get on to seats... to get into cars, put your legs together and swing them. I'll show you." She opened the door and entered the cab gracefully.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 01:58:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He followed, still taking smaller steps with the new heels and hoping it wasn't totally obvious that he was new to it.&nbsp; He watched carefully how she sat, how she moved, how she swung those very beautiful legs.&nbsp; Taking a little bit of a breath, he minced towards the cab, and very gingerly sat bum first onto the seat, swinging his legs together like she had.&nbsp; It felt odd, and strange, but there was no way he'd have been able to sit the regular way in this skirt.<br><br>It was only then, with his legs pivoting into the cab that he realized there would be a man in the cab.&nbsp; A man who would look, and see him.&nbsp; His heart hit against his ribs as he reached out and delicately pulled the door shut, blushing at being seen for the first time, and waiting for Elizabeth to direct the cab driver.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 02:25:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth nodded approvingly as Ryan joined her, as his high heels pressed into the floor of the cab pushing his knees up slightly.<br><br>She leaned forwards. "Chambers and Ninth, please" she said to the middle-aged man behind the wheel. He glanced at her, then at Ryan... then at Ryan's legs... then back to the road ahead as he pulled into traffic.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 02:33:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched those eyes brush across his legs, and he fidgeted, blushing, glancing to Elizabeth, worrying that something was going to come undone.&nbsp; When the cabbie pulled out, he let out a small sigh of relief.&nbsp; If being a girl was always this stressful, he might not want to do it all the time.<br><br>Still.. the cabbie <em>had</em> looked.&nbsp; Was that approval in his eyes?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 14:17:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So, are you ladies going shopping?" the driver asked as he joined the flow of traffic.<br><br>Elizabeth started to open her mouth to reply, then glanced to Ryan with a smirk, encouraging him to answer instead.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 15:01:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped, having a hard time swallowing.&nbsp; Relief washed through him in a wave, and a certain tingle of excitement followed.&nbsp; He glanced to Liz when the cabbie asked the question, and then blushed when she smirked and nodded.&nbsp; He could barely speak at all, his voice coming out soft, and husky, and so much lighter than it really ought to have been.<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; Yes please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 17:35:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds nice," the driver said. "Shopping for yourselves, or for your boyfriends?"<br><br>Ryan didn't know the area well, but knew vaguely that it was a street for small independent stores.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 17:39:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That brings even more colour to Ryan's cheeks, his hands fidgeting with the hem of that pencil skirt.&nbsp; Again he managed to choke out the words, starting to get a little embarrassed about this whole situation.<br><br>"Oh, just ourselves.&nbsp; I.. um.. think?"&nbsp; He dares a glance over at Liz, hoping she's not going to be angry at him for denying having a boyfriend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 17:45:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But I'm sure they'll like what we get," Elizabeth added with a wicked little smile. "Oh, can you go along the north end, that's where we're going?"<br><br>"Certainly, Miss," the driver said and turned a corner. Another two blocks, another turn, and Elizabeth said "just here, thank you!"<br><br>They hadn't gone far, into the middle of town, the boutique store centre not far from campus.<br><br>Opening the door, Elizabeth slid out and held it for Ryan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 17:51:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He offered a quiet "thank you" to the driver before sliding across the seat, trying to keep his knees together just like Elizabeth had shown him.&nbsp; Getting out seemed to be as easy as getting in, just swivel and stand.&nbsp; His hands automatically went to the skirt to smooth it down, feeling his fingers pressing slightly against the garters underneath and reinforcing the blush in his cheeks.<br><br>And here he was, in public, and there were people around.&nbsp; He felt like fainting already.&nbsp; Or jumping back in the cab and going home.&nbsp; "Wh..where are we starting?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-08-2008, 18:11:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth paid from her purse. <br><br>"You're welcome." The driver smiled at them both as he pulled away.<br><br>The breeze on this more exposed street ran across Ryan's legs and ruffled his blouse. <br><br>He could feel people looking at him - men and women. Most of the men tried to hide their interest, while the women inspected him openly.<br><br>"Here we are," Elizabeth said, taking his arm and leading him towards one of the stores. Judging by the body-only mannequins in the windows behind red velvet curtains, "Secrets" was a lingerie boutique.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>27-08-2008, 16:58:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands fidgeted slightly with straightening and re-straightening his skirt, his cheeks warming with theway everythign felt so different in a breeze.&nbsp; The eyes scanning over him only served to deepen the blush.&nbsp; He glanced back, through his newly enhanced lashes, and noticed how they all reacted.<br><br>They weren't looking at a boy dressed as a girl!&nbsp; They saw Rheanne.&nbsp; Saw her and judged -her- on how she looked.&nbsp; It was a revelation beyond imagining.&nbsp; He'd done it.&nbsp; With Elizabeth's help, of course, but it had been done.&nbsp; He was a she, and it felt so wonderful.<br><br>He almost preened.&nbsp; He felt that urge go through him before Elizabeth grounded him again, and turned him away from the inspecting passers by.&nbsp; He looked at their destination, and nearly fell over.&nbsp; If he had been blushing before, his face was cherry red now.<br><br>"In.. there?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 16:05:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Absolutely in there, missy." Elizabeth smirked and took a step towards the store. "You need all kinds of things. More bras and panties, more stockings... and we're getting you a corset too." She whispered the last part seductively as she opened the door.<br><br>A wind chime rang gently as she lead him towards the threshold.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>28-08-2008, 16:50:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped, blushing like mad, and suddenly wondering if there would be.. disrobing involved.&nbsp; He'd be found out for sure!&nbsp; Panic almost stopped his feet at the threshold, only the gentle pressure of Elizabeth all but pushing him totteringly inside, and those chimes dingling so softly over his head made him compose himself as quickly as he could.<br><br>Even still, he couldn't help but blush being surrounded by a bastion of femininity such as a lingerie store, and within moments, his hands clasped rather cemurely in front of his skirt, as his reaction became rather pronounced.<br><br>"E..elizabeth?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 01:34:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry, dear, the owner's a friend..." <br><br>Sure enough, a young woman with auburn curls, wearing a black sheath dress, stepped out from behind the counter and gave Elizabeth a kiss on each cheek. <br><br>"Well now, what have you brought me this time?" she asked. <br><br>Elizabeth smirked. "Rheanne here needs the foundations of a whole new wardrobe. Don't you, darling?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 01:59:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blinked a little as she brushed past him with such a casual comment.&nbsp; He watched for a moment as they made kissy face, before they both turned to look at him.<br><br>He blushed again, and fidgeted near the door, twitching the little pencil skirt unconsciously.&nbsp; "I.. I.. yes.&nbsp; I do please ma'am."&nbsp; He stepped a little away from the entrance, just in case someone else came in, giving him a slightly wider look at the store's contents.&nbsp; Dressing up with Elizabeth had been wonderful, and the sex had been astounding.&nbsp; Even going outside was a thrill, to see if he could do it.&nbsp; But.. now he was her, and Elizabeth was talking about him buying more underwear.&nbsp; He couldn't deny that a part of him really wanted that.&nbsp; But part of him was telling him to run now...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-08-2008, 21:48:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman came closer and looked at him. "She's... oh, my. Is she?" She looked to Elizabeth, who nodded, then back to Ryan. "My my... you're just the prettiest one I've seen. I mean, you're gorgeous." She pointed to his throat. "If it wasn't for that little bump there I'd think Liz was playing a trick on me..." She grinned. "I'd be delighted to help. Come with me. Now, what do you need?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 01:37:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stood still when she came to walk around him.&nbsp; So much like Elizabeth had when she circled him in her bedroom.&nbsp; He held his hands quietly clasped in front.&nbsp; It took a few minutes for the conversation between the two to make sense, before he realized that she knew.<br><br>He tried not to look too shocked, but he couldn't control the little blush that crept up his face as she examined and made such comments.&nbsp; He fidgeted as she gushed over him, wanting to scuff his feet or something like some singled out little boy.&nbsp; "Thank you ma'am."<br><br>His hand lifted to his throat where she'd pointed.&nbsp; The little lump.&nbsp; The adam's apple.&nbsp; It gave him away as a him.&nbsp; All of a sudden he wanted it gone.&nbsp; It wasn't fair that he couldn't hide everything, couldn't actually be Rheanne.&nbsp; His delicate fingers rested there for a time, even as he moved to follow this stranger, glancing to Liz to see if she'd be coming as well.<br><br>"Umm..&nbsp; I need.. some underwear please.&nbsp; And.. a corset please ma'am"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 02:10:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course."<br><br>"At least three, in fact," Elizabeth adds. "One for taking her out in, and two for day wear."<br><br>"And a choker?" the saleswoman suggested, seeing him touching his Adam's apple.<br><br>"Good idea. They'll only look if suggested, but might as well hide every clue. What else do you suggest, Kel?"<br><br>"Depends what you're going to do with her." The saleswoman, Kelly, smirks, and looks at Ryan questioningly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 02:40:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched in amazement as they talked about him so casually.&nbsp; He flushed when they mentioned a choker, and wondered what it would feel like.&nbsp; He'd seen them around campus, and they did look very nice on a smooth slender throat.&nbsp; Would it look as good for him?&nbsp; Day wear?&nbsp; What was she planning?<br><br>He blinked a little when Kelly looked at him so appraisingly, obviously looking for an answer.&nbsp; "I.. um.. what are my choices?"&nbsp; Why did his voice have to crack nervously when he asked that?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 02:57:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Heavens, girl, you've got a world of choices. Sounds like you'll be a gothic princess at the club, but what else would you like to be?" Kelly looked to a selection of exotic lingerie. "We have some uniforms in the back too..." She winked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 03:06:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He swallowed hard, and looked to Elizabeth.&nbsp; He hadn't even thought of being anything of the sort even as early as this morning.&nbsp; Now he was being given options.&nbsp; Options for things that he couldn't comprehend, had never tried to comprehend.<br><br>"I.. I'd like.. um.. maybe Elizabeth to help?"&nbsp; The idea of a Gothic Princess excited him a lot.&nbsp; Maybe if he just let them have free reign, they'd continue to tease and excite him more.&nbsp; He had a healthy enough back account balance.. didn't he?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 03:27:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohhh, you like being told what to wear?" Kelly nodded and smirked. <br><br>Elizabeth arched an eyebrow and tried to look innocent.<br><br>"I'll leave you in Elizabeth's capable hands then, once I have your measurements to get your undies. So, into the changing room, let's see your figure."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2008, 03:31:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed a little more at the idea of just letting them control it from here.&nbsp; The idea of not having a say was horribly exciting, thrilling, and scary.&nbsp; He nodded though, wanting to be a dress up doll for her.&nbsp; Wanting to be her little trophy and display model.&nbsp; The idea of it once again had him straining at his panties.<br><br>On tottering legs, slightly weak in the knees, he walked on those lovely heels into the changing room, blinking a little and confused as to what she was going to need.&nbsp; "Do.. umm.. I need to get undressed?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-08-2008, 01:12:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As far as you're comfortable," Kelly answered. "We can already tell the size of your panties, after all... but I will need to measure your waist, and see how tight we can lace it. Now Beth, pick something for your new doll to try on..."<br><br>Elizabeth smiled naughtily and sauntered over to a wall of clothes - costumes and uniforms in various colours and styles. <br><br>Kelly stepped into the fitting room, carrying a tape measure. "Just your blouse for now, girl. We'll need to take your skirt off to fit you for a corset... or a girdle, or a few other things she might like. But now let's just see what I have to work with."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>31-08-2008, 03:01:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing like mad at the idea of just being dressed up, and controlled, and told what to wear, he steps into the surprisingly comfy small room, looking at all the mirrors.&nbsp; Once more he spends a moment marvelling that Rheanne was actually him, his delicate fingers lifting once more to touch the one mar to the image of complete femininity.<br><br>Joined by the help, he blushes even more, and fidgets his heeled little feet.&nbsp; Taking a few raggedy deep breaths, Rheanne slowly turns around to face the mirrors, away from Kelly.&nbsp; Seeing herself in the mirror, he lifts his hands to very demurely cover and hold those fake little breasts.<br><br>"Could you unbutton me please?&nbsp; I.. don't have a lot of practice yet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-08-2008, 19:50:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelly nodded, expertly unbuttoning his blouse with long burgundy nails.<br><br>"So, did she just find you? She has a real eye for beauty..."<br><br>As he slipped out of the soft blouse, Kelly inspected the bra he wore. "Looks to be the right size on you... Are you happy with that cup, or do you want to be more busty?" She smirked. "Of course, an overbust corset will accentuate your bosom a bit more."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 01:19:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he slipped out of the blouse, he felt a momentary pang of regret for doffing the soft silk, but it would come back.&nbsp; He'd be wearing it again soon enough.&nbsp; He felt a sudden flush on his cheeks and almost kept the blouse clung to his front to cover his bosom automatically.&nbsp; Slowly lowering it, to reveal the little stuffed bra, he nodded quietly to her first question.&nbsp; "Yes, just bumped into each other on campus."<br><br>He hadn't thought of larger breasts, and took a glance in the mirror in front of him, still blushing as he explored the curves with his eyes.&nbsp; "I.. don't think I want to be huge...is it alright if I stay like this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-09-2008, 20:31:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure thing. We can work on giving you a more natural cleavage." Kelly helped him out of the bra. "Some better breastforms... and some lifting with the corset..." <br><br>She wound the tape measure tight around his waist, made a note of the numbers, then ran a finger firmly across his side. "Mm-hmm."<br><br>"Were you dressed when she found you?" she asked curiously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>02-09-2008, 03:24:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For a truly bizarre moment, he was about to protest that he of course had been wearing clothes.&nbsp; Then it occurred to him what she had actually meant, and he blushed once more.&nbsp; Just a delicate dusting of pink across those delicate cheeks.<br><br>"No ma'am.&nbsp; She helped me into this.&nbsp; It's.. my first time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 13:00:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wow. That's just a crime. Because you are so beautiful." She smiled lightly as she stepped away, looking over a selection of frilly, lacy things on a side table. <br><br>"Still... enjoying yourself?" she asked as she picked one up, checking a label and nodding slightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 13:06:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed even more at that comment, glancing to the mirrors and observing how well the colour looked on his cheeks.&nbsp; He could see the beauty in there, behind the boy.&nbsp; It was strange to stand here like this, so obviously feminine save for a few minor issues.&nbsp; Demurely, he lifted his hands up to cover the false bosom, mimicking the movement he'd seen countless women make in movies and television.<br><br>His eyes danced over the frills and lace, and his heart skipped a beat or three, his breath catching as he imagined how they'd feel, and how they'd look.&nbsp; His whispered answer betrays his excitement as much as the choice of words does.<br><br>"Oh yes.&nbsp; More so than ever.&nbsp; I was a little nervous.. about coming.. um.. outside."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 13:25:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well... it's an honour to help such a beautiful girl find herself."<br><br>Kelly lifted up something white and concertina-shaped. Ryan recognised it was a corset as she approached him, holding it to wrap it around his waist.<br><br>"Now, this is just to check the size. I imagine Elizabeth will want to choose the cut and colour to suit you... although white seems appropriate for your debut."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2008, 13:51:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He kept on blushing as he recognized the garment.&nbsp; Slowly he raised his arms to expose the already slender body, although the shape, as she well knew, was entirely wrong for wearnig some of the more form fitting garments in the shoppe.<br><br>"It.. goes on the inside, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 16:24:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"One like this does. Depending on how well it can shape you, some could work as outerwear."<br><br>She wrapped the cool satin-lined corset around his waist, hooking it together at the front, and let him adjust his chest into the soft cups as she circled around him to gather the laces running up the back.<br><br>"Now... breathe out."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2008, 17:20:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feel of the satin is like a long awaited hug, but with arms as wide as he is.&nbsp; It's like a glove fitting him and pulling gently.&nbsp; Just enough there for him to feel the caress of it along his skin.&nbsp; He watches in the mirror as it slides into place, the illusion of femininity once again restored, and even enhanced by the simple garment.<br><br>Following instructions, he exhales slowly, feeling it tighten against him in unusual places.&nbsp; Places he wouldn't have expected tightness to be.&nbsp; He can feel how it changes his posture immediately.&nbsp; Even without the laces drawn tight, he can feel it constricting his middle, giving the illusion of womanly flared hips, and a more pronounced chest.&nbsp; A small look of disappointment crosses his features for the briefest of moments looking into the mirror, but it's gone and replaced with his almost perfected blush of shame and embarrassment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 00:51:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And then it tightens, forcing his breath out, his stomach in, and his chest up. Looking down, he can now see a definite hint of cleavage between the cups of the corset. <br><br>Kelly tugs again, harder, and the tightening around his gut worsens. It is, he must admit, quite uncomfortable, but the effect on his shape is remarkable. As she ties the laces in a bow at the top, he has a chance to turn, seeing the waspish waist and small but clear bosom it has given him.<br><br>"There now. Comfy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 02:31:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The first tug is unexpected, and he tries not to squirm, his eyes on the transformation in front of him.&nbsp; A second makes him wince, his hands curling into tighter little balls at his sides, careful not to ruin the polish by breaking a nail at this stage.&nbsp; It feels a little more difficult to breathe, but not so bad he can't.<br><br>It's only when he looks and sees the effects that his shortened breath catches, and he gasps softly.&nbsp; He can't help but get a bit misty eyed when he sees the cleavage, biting his lip when he lifts his hands up to feel the effect.&nbsp; Rheanne slowly runs a finger over the soft skin of his bosom, trying really hard not to cry.<br><br>"It's beautiful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 02:41:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then it suits you."<br><br>Elizabeth stands in the doorway, holding some clothes on hangers. <br><br>"Let's have a look at you, girl..." She smiles. "See how good you can be."<br><br>She steps around him, nodding approvingly. "I swear, Kelly's a miracle worker."<br>"Oh, no," Kelly shakes her head. "She was just waiting for you to find her..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 02:54:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stood still, his one finger still resting in the slight depression between his woefully inadequate breasts.&nbsp; The hint was there, the beginnings of something that stirred inside of him.&nbsp; He continued to look at the mirror, until Elizabeth walked in front of him, breaking that line of sight.<br><br>His eyes flicked up to her face.&nbsp; That smiling, appreciative, approving face.&nbsp; A little rush of warmth went through him, his finger having to move away and hide to conceal the trembling.&nbsp; They talked about him like he wasn't there, but it felt good to be talked about, standing in just his underwear and this amazing device.<br><br>Part of him wondered what was coming next.&nbsp; What was on those hangars?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 03:19:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth stroked his chest with a soft, warm touch of her finger.<br><br>"I suppose hormones would be going a bit far," she said with a musical little laugh. "But you're starting off. Look at how little your waist is - barely bigger than mine. Much more, and you'd suit Victorian clothes... mmm." She winked. "But anyway, for the moment... well, we can have the fashion show back home."<br><br>Kelly arched an eyebrow.<br><br>"Oh, alright, one thing here." She handed him one of the hangers. "Put this on."<br><br>It was a midnight blue velvet evening dress... (http://fairygothmother.co.uk/newimages3/large/at-020l.jpg)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 03:41:13</strong>
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				Hormones.&nbsp; The touch of her finger was electric, bringing a shiver to him, but the topic of hormones.&nbsp; Of making this permanent.&nbsp; He shivered and gasped ever so softly.&nbsp; The thrill of something happening that he couldn't just change back when he took the clothes off was amazing.&nbsp; His eyes widened in surprise, and even a small amount of disappointment when she discarded the idea.<br><br>The whole experience was almost over when she nearly turned about and said it was.&nbsp; Thank god for Kelly.&nbsp; The feel of the velvet when he felt it in his hands was just as incredible as the feel of the silk was when he first pulled them on.&nbsp; He felt it for a few moments, just letting his fingers run over the material.<br><br>Still biting his lip, and now being watched by two real women, he studied for a moment to try and figure out where everything was supposed to go, and then daintily started to step into the soft luxurious fabric.&nbsp; Slowly sliding it up overtop of the garters and the corset, it dragged a line of exquisite softness over his skin.&nbsp; It was all one piece, so it was easy enough to get on, but that didn't detract from how wonderful it felt.<br><br>No doubt he'd done it wrong, but it felt so amazing to be able to look into the mirror and see those <em>curves</em> on him.&nbsp; He hadn't even checked to see if there was a zipper in the back or not, so eager was he to get into the dress.&nbsp; The slit up the side was just enough to let a stockinged leg peek out when he walked, and to show off his shoes.&nbsp; His hands slid over the front of the velvet, and stroked a few times, just to feel what it was like to actually have hips and a bosom.&nbsp; Had anyone told him a week ago he'd be doing this, he'd have hit them, but right now... it felt so incredibly right.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 04:06:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, I think we'll take it," Elizabeth breathed as she watched Rheanna parade the dress, his small hands resting on his emphasised hips as he turned on his high heels. "And everything else too."<br>"I might close up early," Kelly replied with a smirk, then asked Rheanna "how do you feel?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>05-09-2008, 07:41:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands ran over that velvet over an dover, stroking it against his slender wasp waist, caressing the fake bosom, and sliding over his womanly hips.&nbsp; It was a feeling unlike anything he'd ever felt before.&nbsp; For a few minutes, the world went away while he adored the image in the mirror.&nbsp; The image that was Rheanne.<br><br>"It almost doesn't feel real."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-09-2008, 20:16:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, but it is," Elizabeth said gently as she tied a matching choker around his throat. "This is the real you, waking from years hidden and waiting to be revealed at last." <br><br>She ran her hands down his spine, then his slender new before resting them on his accentuated hips. <br><br>"I think you were always meant to be like this." She stepped around him, keeping a hand on his backside from one hip to the next before she stood before him, smiling warmly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>09-09-2008, 05:41:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed again, his hand lifting up, at first to hold the soft purple velvet choker in place while it was fastened, and then to just stroke his fingers over it.&nbsp; It hid that little lump in his throat on the outside at least, improving the illusion that much more.<br><br>He shivered slightly when she touched, and ran her fingers over him.&nbsp; He couldn't feel their touch directly, but the way they travelled over the little bumps of the laces along his back sent little thrills through him.&nbsp; He couldn't not gasp softly when she touched her fingers to his hip.&nbsp; That he could feel, the touch against his garter and the soft silk underneath.<br><br>When Elizabeth moved in front, smiling, he looked up into her eyes, his own soft blue ones accentuated with the make up, highlighted with the soft flush underneath from his cheeks.&nbsp; He had to swallow again to make enough moisture to speak properly, once more husking out softly, so very femininely.&nbsp; "Thank you for finding her."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 21:06:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth smiled brightly and kissed his rouged cheek. "I knew you'd love this," she murmured before withdrawing. "And thank you for being so beautiful."<br><br>She took his hands in hers and stepped back, lifting his arms a little with each step, admiring his reshaped form in the clinging velvet dress.<br><br>"Now, there are lots of other things I'd love to see you wearing... and you like that, don't you? Maybe I should let you pick something for me in exchange for me dressing you up in something really naughty, eh?" She winked suggestively, then grinned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>11-09-2008, 01:54:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed again, his hands squeezing hers ever so gently, those long slender fingers closing around Elizabeth's own.&nbsp; He wanted to squirm, or pose, or something, but standing still was sending shivers through him all over again as she eyed him carefully.&nbsp; It just felt so delicious to be wearing this magnificent dress, let alone wearing it for her.<br><br>"I would like it.&nbsp; A..anything you want Elizabeth."&nbsp; His cheeks burned pink as he thought about what naughty might mean.&nbsp; She'd mentioned so many things.&nbsp; He also wondered just how much anything she wanted might cover.&nbsp; He already knew he meant every word of it, and the realization was a small splash of chilled water right down his spine.<br><br>He tried to return the grin, somewhat nervous, more overwhelmed by the whole situation than he expected he would be.&nbsp; Here he was, gorgeous, dressed to smite for an evening on the town, in a full evening dress.&nbsp; And he was loving every second of it.&nbsp; Conscious of the store owner still behind him watching, he licked his lips slightly.&nbsp; "Do... you want me to change now?"&nbsp; Even he could hear the combination of hope and disappointment in his own voice.&nbsp; Hope that they'd keep showing him new things to wear that would thrill him to his core, and disappointment in having to leave this velvety soft caress of a gown.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-09-2008, 23:26:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, tell you what, go and find something you think <em>I'd</em> look good in. Anything that takes your fancy. And then I'll decide what to make <em>you</em> wear next."<br><br>Kelly held the fitting room door for him.<br><br>"Go on, be as cute or as kinky as you like," Elizabeth reassured him. "Whatever you choose, I promise I'll wear it... or make you." She winked at the last.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-09-2008, 03:12:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded a little, trying not to feel the tingles that rushed through him again as he turned and stepped out of the dressing room.&nbsp; Everything felt different when he walked, the little sway to his hips the corset forced on him, and the way that velvety dress slid and caressed his body like a sexy little glove with every movement of those hips.<br><br>He paused outside the dressing room, flushed and blushing with excited embarassment.&nbsp; He had the whole store to choose from, and she had sent him off to find something, and didn't care if it was kinky or not.&nbsp; He browsed, enjoying the way the dress felt when he walked, just idly looking amongst the racks for something that caught his eye.&nbsp; What would she look good in?<br><br>It didn't take long before he came across it.&nbsp; The perfect choice.&nbsp; All black in silks, velvets, and brocades, the dress was nothing short of spectacular.&nbsp; A huge flowing skirt, topped with a tight looking corsetted bustier.&nbsp; It was the perfect combination of princess and kink.&nbsp; Lingerie on the upper body and demure voluminous dress on the bottom.&nbsp; A number of silk and lace petticoats all done in black peeked out from under the dummy's skirt, and he walked around it a few times, just touching and running fingers over the fantastic material.<br><br>"Can.. I choose this one?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-09-2008, 21:46:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You can indeed. She'd look beautiful in that. Of course, you would too..." Kelly grinned wickedly. She started to unfasten the corset, loosening the black laces before unhooking the busk. She turned the mannequin at the waist and it separated from the stand it had in place of legs. "Of course, it's much harder to take off a person," Kelly chuckled.<br><br>Then she looked over as she heard the door chimes ringing. A shadow fell across the floor as someone walked in, just around this small corner from where they stood. She gave the dress to him and walked out to greet the visitor.<br><br>(Hmm... that dress seems familiar...)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2008, 03:28:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed at first, at the compliment, and then again a little more at the thought of actually wearing it.&nbsp; It did look very feminine.&nbsp; Something that only a woman would pull off well.&nbsp; He'd seen guys dressed as girls at parties before, but they always made an exaggerated mockery of it.&nbsp; Here he was doing it for real, and loving every second of it.<br><br>He had just taken the dress from Kelly's hands when the bells chimed over the door.&nbsp; He looked up, confused, until the silhouette of a person approached across the carpetting.&nbsp; The dress was clutched to his chest in a moment of panic.&nbsp; What the hell was he doing?&nbsp; Whoever it was, they were going to know for sure.&nbsp; They'd see him for what he was, and they'd point and laugh or other such craziness.<br><br>He edged further behind the display, starting to look around for Elizabeth.&nbsp; She'd know what to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-09-2008, 22:13:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelly went out to the counter. <br><br>"Oh, ah, hello," said a voice. A man's voice. <br>"Good afternoon, how can we help you?" Kelly answered.<br>"I'm, ah, looking for something for my girlfriend. Nothing too extreme, wouldn't want her to smack me for even suggesting it..."<br>"Maybe a nightdress? Doesn't suggest she has to wear an entire outfit to suit it, or show it off." She paused, and turned back to Ryan as he tried to hide. "Rheanna, what do you think? The knee-length silk, maybe?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>17-09-2008, 03:23:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He froze when she addressed him, a momentary thought of 'why are you doing this?' flickering across his face.&nbsp; Cheeks lit up in a soft blush as he stepped out, still holding the dress, but allowing enough of the green material to be visible around the edges.&nbsp; Edges with significant curves, thanks to the corsetry.<br><br>His eyes flickered to the man, looking up into his face, and expecting to see disgust at a boy wearing women's clothes, only catching what looked to be a moment of surprise and then an appraising look.&nbsp; That made him blush all the more.&nbsp; He swallowed slightly, and spoke in that soft, so feminine voice.<br><br>"It.. would depend on whether.. um.. it was supposed to be for regular wear or special occasions?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-09-2008, 21:08:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man nodded as he heard this. "I suppose... I was thinking more special occasion, but... I don't want her to think I'm just wanting her to dress up for me or something. But I don't want to get her something really dowdy either, she wouldn't..." He frowned slightly and looked at Ryan. "What would you rather get?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 01:42:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt his head spinning.&nbsp; The man was looking at him and asking his actual opinion.&nbsp; As if he was an actual girl.&nbsp; The very idea of it made him giddy, and somewhat frightened at the same time.&nbsp; He felt his cheeks warm with a soft blush, and he had to swallow behind that soft choker a few times to get his mouth working properly again.<br><br>"Silk is a nice choice.&nbsp; And knee length is long enough to be modest, but short enough to allow for some fun.&nbsp; Maybe some lace around the hem and neckline?"&nbsp; His cheeks were fair burning by now, suggesting lingerie to another man for his girlfriend.&nbsp; And not because it would look hot or make her into an object, but because it was exactly what he did want to wear to bed himself.<br><br>He caught himself glancing to Kelly and looking around a little for Elizabeth.&nbsp; Were they about to shout him down for being a prude or a pervert?&nbsp; Or had he actually made the right choice?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 01:13:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, if you'd like that, hopefully she would too. Thanks." The man smiled at him gratefully. Kelly nodded, and lead the way towards a stand of suitable things.<br><br>"So, she likes silk and lace, does she?" Elizabeth's voice murmured in Ryan's ear as she drew close. "You really are my kind of girl." She smiled as she watched Kelly help the man. "And apparently his kind of girl too..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 11:58:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched Kelly take the man off, noticing the glance that Kelly shot his way, bringing a soft rose to his cheeks in rapid order.&nbsp; He'd pulled it off!&nbsp; The stranger had not thought it odd, had just gone along with his suggestion, like it was normal.&nbsp; A strange, winsome thought wormed its way through Ryan's mind.&nbsp; The thought of working here, makybe getting a job full time, and helping people all day long like that.<br><br>He almost jumped when Elizabeth spoke from behind him, his face burning a brighter shade when she mentioned the silk, and that he was doing well as a girl.&nbsp; It sent a secret little thrill through him, and he felt himself having a little more trouble breathing than even the tight corset would normally cause.&nbsp; The idea that he might be actually someone's 'type of girl' was exciting in and of itself, but the way she said it.&nbsp; That the man would have approached him had he not already been engaged...<br><br>"I.. she just asked... and.. I.. I said what I thought.&nbsp; I.. think I'd like to wear it too."&nbsp; He turned to face Elizabeth, blushing, and slowly holding up the black number he'd been clutching, hoping he hadn't ruined it with the manhandling.<br><br>"I found one I think I'd like to see you in?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 19:18:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"And I'd like you to wear that too, so it all works out." Elizabeth beamed.<br><br>Then she looked at the gown he was wearing. "Ohh, it's lovely..." She took it gently and held it up to herself, looking at her reflection in one of the mirrors. "I'll need an occasion to wear this." <br><br>She nodded. "There's the autumn ball next Saturday. Ohh, but what for you? Wondering how you'd look in a tux then. Be my boy toy as well as my girl doll." She winked. "But just to make up for that, I'd better put you in something extra girly..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 04:34:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched as she spun and turned slightly, pressing the black satin and brocade against her, blushing at the idea of wanting to see her in it almost as much as wanting to see him in it.&nbsp; He bit his lip slightly, and clasped his hands in front, twisting them together as he watched her preen and delight.&nbsp; It truly was a lovely gown.&nbsp; And she would look stunning in it.<br><br>His eyes widened at the mention of the autumn ball.&nbsp; Would she?&nbsp; She was talking about a tux, or something, and he couldn't tell if he was more disappointed at not having her plan to parade him around in a gown with her, or delighted at her wanting him with her.&nbsp; He shivered just a little at the mention of something more.. feminine.<br><br>"I'd like that... please?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 16:55:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gently stroked his smooth cheek. "Wonderful. Let's see how you look as the little girl you should have been, then." She smiled suggestively and slipped away from him, towards the rows of silk, satin, lace and velvet, passing black, purples, reds and white. "Ohhh, just the thing..."<br><br>She fetched down a baby pink dress with a short flaring skirt (http://www.dracinabox.com/enlarge.cgi?image=/00955_a.jpg&amp;ref=00955&amp;name=Pink).<br><br>"What do you think?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 01:55:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes followed her hands, his heart stopping more than once at a particularly beautiful looking item.&nbsp; So many things that he could try as a woman that he'd never be able to wear as a man.&nbsp; Men just did not wear lace.&nbsp; They also didn't wear things that showed off their cleavage or let others grad enticing peeks at the curve of a bottom or the length of a leg.&nbsp; Far too bad for them, all told.<br><br>Already, he was different.&nbsp; He was thinking differently.&nbsp; Not like a "guy" anymore, but he wasn't gay, was he?&nbsp; His eyes drifted to Elizabeth's form, and trailed over it, enjoying the curves, and remembering the brief time they were together, and how really really good it had felt.&nbsp; No, he wasn't gay, but that dress looked magnificent, and as his hands skimmed over his own gown, once more feeling the clinging of the crushed velvet and the softness of it against his skin, he sure knew he wasn't just a Guy anymore.<br><br>His cheeks were once again beginning to flush as she exclaimed her discovery.&nbsp; He looked up, somewhat embarassed to almost having been caught staring at her bum, and gasped softly at the appearance of the pink number.&nbsp; He caught the ruffles and the frills, and the little dainty curves.&nbsp; It would be incredibly daring to wear it out in public.<br><br>"It's beautiful.&nbsp; May I?"&nbsp; He reached out a hand for it.&nbsp; A delicate slender very feminine hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-09-2008, 07:14:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You may. And I hope you will." Elizabeth gestured towards the changing room again, adding a matching wide-necked jacket in the same pastel pink trimmed with black ruffles. <br><br>"I can't wait to see you in it." She gave him an encouraging smile and discreetly licked her lips. "Run along and show me, there's a girl." She looked him in the eye as she called him a girl, then winked.<br><br>"Any requests for accessories? I'm definitely getting you a pair of Mary Janes... ribbons for your hair..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 12:18:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He took the garments in shaking hands, smiling weakly at her.&nbsp; Excitement is hardly the word to describe the shaking in his hands, waiting on her to decide things.&nbsp; Here he was, being sent off to the change room on his own for the first time since this whole affair had started.&nbsp; Always before, she had been there to guide, and show.&nbsp; What if he got it wrong?<br><br>Trusting blue eyes regarded Elizabeth as she stood and pondered, accessorizing the outfit long before he had even put it on.&nbsp; Almost unconsciously, he lifted the little dress up, posing it on himself, letting her observe without seeing the full effect yet.&nbsp; The idea of ribbons, possibly matching the black silken choker still wrapped around his throat was enough to make him shiver.&nbsp; He wasn't so sure about how Mary Janes would feel on his feet, but he wanted to know.&nbsp; Ryan shook his head slightly, unable to think of anything else for accessories specifically.&nbsp; Unless you counted earrings.&nbsp; Of course that would mean getting them pierced, something he had avoided doing for years because it was just 'trendy' amongst guys.&nbsp; Now, he was thinking about what he had missed, and how many different accessories depended on having those little holes.<br><br>When Elizabeth waved him on to go peruse the accessories for his outfit, he fled to the change room, barely able to believe he was about to do this on his own, without anyone there pushing him along.&nbsp; The green crushed velvet was pushed off his shoulders, crumpling into an ungainly looking pile of fabric on the floor.&nbsp; The corset shone back at him in the mirror, shaping him, rising his non existent bust, forming his hips, making him a woman properly.&nbsp; The stockings, the garter, even the panties all made him tingle from head to toe.<br><br>He carefully drew on the little pink number, trying to make sure he got it right, feeling a breeze beneath the short flare, and blushing softly.&nbsp; He'd have to be careful about how he walked and whether there was a stiff wind or not.&nbsp; As carefully as he could, he smoothed the soft material down, twisting his arms around to do up as many of the buttons as he could reach.&nbsp; It was still a little loose in the bosom, since he couldn't yet reach all the ones at the top of the garment, but it wasn't so much that his lingerie showed.&nbsp; And the little jacket that covered those shoulders helped conceal even that slight slip.<br><br>Finally, covered from the waist up in form fitting pink, and from the waist partially down in a flared gorgeous pile of ruffled silks, Rheanne once more turned away frmo the mirrors, taking a deep breath and pulling aside the curtain, looking out nervously to see if he could see Elizabeth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-09-2008, 23:44:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The dress and jacket fitted his corseted form perfectly, the soft ruffles of the net underskirt flaring out from his emphasised hips as the jacket drew attention to his bust.<br><br>As he stepped out, feeling the cool satin skirt brush against his hands with each step, he found Kelly waiting, holding a pair of gleaming black Mary Janes with wedge heels. <br><br>"Oh, aren't you a darling?" she smiled proudly. "Everything fit? Need a hand getting suitably accessorised? You want Elizabeth to see you all dolled up, don't you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 13:31:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His cheeks were flaming pink when he finally stepped free of the curtain, squirming in place, feeling the soft fabric brushing more than just his hands.&nbsp; The frilled petticoats were right there against his bum and upper thighs, touching and brushing so feather light.&nbsp; He looked up at Kelly, and tried not to squirm, glancing around for the other customer who was in here earlier.<br><br>"Umm. K..kelly.. I.. I think the skirt's too small?&nbsp; If.. If I bend over to put on shoes, I'll be flashing everyone."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-09-2008, 22:40:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then you'd better be careful bending over, hadn't you?" She winked slyly as she handed him the shoes and stepped back, looking at him expectantly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 11:53:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He took the shoes, and blushed deeply, imagining the satin panties being shown all around the place.&nbsp; He glanced again to see if the other customer was still in the store or something, before very carefully placing the shoes down.&nbsp; The gleaming black flats looked so very nice, and would compliment the stockings he wore like they had been intended to no doubt.&nbsp; Biting his lip just a little, he tried at first to just slip his rather dainty little feet into the shoes, finding the exercise a lot easier than he had thought.&nbsp; Of course, then came the difficulty.<br><br>Feeling the satin ruffles spreading out around him, Ryan managed to squat just a little, hoping that he wasn't 'baring all' when he squatted instead of bent.&nbsp; It was a strange position, for him, accentuated by the stiff corset, preventing him from scrunching.&nbsp; It meant he had to put one leg out well in front to do up the buckle, flashing Kelly a peek at the satin under the ruffles as well.&nbsp; Then the other leg, and the other buckle, and he once again stood, breathing a little heavily, and flushed with a combination of worried embarrassment and pleased success.<br><br>"Um..&nbsp; E..Elizabeth mentioned.. ribbons?"&nbsp; Why did the idea excite him so much?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-09-2008, 15:51:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he straightened up, Kelly held out a hand to help balance him, then stepped back as he stood on the supporting heels, giving him an approving nod.<br><br>"Yes, she did." She gently gathered his hair into low bunches at the side behind his ears, held them in place with bands, and started to wind long black and pink satin ribbons around them.<br><br>"I must admit I'm a bit jealous. I could never get a boy to dress up in much of anything, let alone a little beauty like you." She tied a bow above each of the loose ringleted pigtails. <br><br>She turned him around to show him (http://www.dracinabox.com/enlarge.cgi?image=/00956_a.jpg&amp;ref=00956&amp;name=Fitted satin Loli jacket with frilly cuffs).<br><br>"There we go, pretty as a picture."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 15:09:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stared into the mirror, disbelief in his eyes and on his face.&nbsp; There was a girl staring back at him!&nbsp; Slowly, he turned his head from side to side, feeling the little coils of hair bouncing against his neck in a way they'd never done before.&nbsp; The ribbons were a perfect match to the outfit, and he took the time to turn slightly, admiring the way it fit, and the smooth narrow contour of his waist.<br><br>With another blush forming on his cheeks, he even dared to reach up and cup his bust a little, adjusting it slightly and feeling an almost immediate need to squirm a bit.&nbsp; The hands fell away quickly, as he realized he still had an audience, and he turned shame-faced to Kelly.<br><br>"Is.. she getting dressed too?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 06:05:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl in the mirror looked bashful, even sweet, as she blushed and adjusted her bust inside her tight pink jacket. <br><br>Kelly shook her head. "No, sounds like she's keeping the ballgown for, well, a ball. She wants to delay your gratification," she added with a smirk. "No, the only dress-up doll here is you, Rheanna."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 08:43:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He glanced away from the mirror, looking to Kelly, with his cheeks burning a bright pink.&nbsp; Why was it that it felt so good to be called a dress up doll?&nbsp; Why was it that he wanted that more than anything right now?&nbsp; It took an effort of will to prevent his hands from reaching back up to explore his curves again, turning away from the mirror completely, and stepping out of the changing room, breathing shallowly in his new corset.<br><br>It's hard to keep the eagerness from his voice, a soft, slightly husky voice when he tries to speak, emotion choking him up as much as anything else.&nbsp; "Is.. there anything else?&nbsp; I.. I really like this dress."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 02:02:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course, turning away and stepping out only hid Rheanna's reflection. He could still see the gleaming pink he wore, still feel the bounce of corkscrew curls, the embrace of the corset, the pressure of high heels and the comfortable tickle of lace skirts...<br><br>"I can tell," Kelly smirked. "I think this is all for now. Elizabeth?"<br><br>Elizabeth stepped out of the second changing stall, wearing a figure-hugging black dress (http://www.iberianblackarts.com/mariano2.jpg). She paused and looked him up and down, then smiled brightly. "Ohhh, look at you. I just want to show you off to all my friends." She grinned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>04-10-2008, 11:17:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				And why did the idea of being shown off to all of her friends make him feel so warm inside?&nbsp; He flushed, and fidgeted, brushing and smoothing at the frilly dress, feeling over his now femininely curved hips, and the flare of those laces and satins.<br><br>It took a lot of effort to admit it, and his voice was slightly hoarse, and barely more than a whisper when he finally built up the nerve to look Elizabeth in the eyes.&nbsp; "I.. think I might like that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 03:15:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She lit up with a huge grin, stepped quickly over and put her arms around his hourglass waist. "Oh, you are so brave!" She kissed him on the cheek and whispered into his ear. "And so kinky too..." Her lips moved around, brushing lightly against his before her tongue gently slipped between them. Her crotch pressed down the layers of satin and lace concealing his as she wrapped a leg around his, stocking whispering against stocking.<br><br>"I will show you off, that's for certain," she whispered. "And if none of them guess your secret... there'll be a reward for you." She kissed him again, deeply, totally controlling the kiss and contact.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 16:38:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a bit startled by how quickly she became affectionate in the store, his eyes flicking to Kelly because she was a spectator to this.&nbsp; His own hands lifted to touch her waist ever so gently the soft material of her own new dress doing nothing to hide her curves and the wonderful way her body felt, particularly against his.<br><br>He blushed at the compliment, and felt her lips press against his warmed and made up cheek.&nbsp; The soft wash of warm air of his ear made him shiver, his hands clenching ever so slightly tighter on her hips.&nbsp; Then she kissed him, and the rest of the world made no difference at all.&nbsp; Her lips against his were so soft, and so warm.&nbsp; The invasion of her tongue so welcome.&nbsp; He could feel her pressing the lace against him, feeling his body's reaction to just being this close to her, let alone being this close and dressed the way he was.<br><br>He could scarcely breathe, let alone speak when she continued to whisper to him, drawing his blush out even further, his lips parting once more to try just in time to be met with another, even deeper kiss, this time, her tongue finding itself met with his, and accompanied by a soft little very feminine sounding moan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 21:01:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelly politely stepped away through the curtains, leaving them alone with each other as Elizabeth kissed Ryan passionately, running her fingers through his girlish curls of hair. <br><br>She paused and gazed deep into his eyes, smiling gently. <br><br>"Of couse, if they do guess, there'll be a reward for them." She smiled mischievously, pulled in his lower lip with both of hers, and leaned back slightly, her hands gently smoothing down the ruffles of his full little skirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>09-10-2008, 07:22:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss stole his breath away, and he panted against her lips while she whispers against him.&nbsp; His cheeks blushed a deep crimson, his body trembling with a combination of excitement and embarrassment.<br><br>"Wh..what reward?"&nbsp; He managed a small whimper when she pulled his lip, and he shivered when she stroked at the satiny softness covering his body.&nbsp; Between the deep passionate kissing and the soft touches, and the feel of the clothes, he was flushed and having a small problem beneath the skirt, feeling that uncomfortable pressure against his garter and panties.&nbsp; Even just the idea that he could feel panties and a garter wasn't helping either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 21:59:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well." Elizabeth licked her lips and smirked. "That depends on what they want to do to you." She winked. "So that's another good reason for you to be as convincing as possible... unless that's something you'd like to try too, of course. Seeing how a real man treats a girl like you?" She chuckled wickedly at his expression.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 08:24:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped at the comment, his cheeks draining of colour, shaking the little ringlets around behind his head, bouncing them off those exposed shoulders.&nbsp; "N..no.. I.. I'm not gay.&nbsp; I.. I'm not.. am I?"&nbsp; Could it be that he was, and didn't know it?&nbsp; Was that why he was so excited to be dressed like this?&nbsp; Did Elizabeth know something he didn't?<br><br>It thrilled him to no end that he might succeed at passing for a girl when dressed up, and his cheeks flushed at the idea of being hit on while doing it, but he really didn't want them to succeed.... did he?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 02:40:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If by gay you mean do you like men... that's something to fnd out, isn't it, beautiful?" Elizabeth gently stroked Ryan's blushing cheek. "Of course, the way you look now, gay would seem to mean quite the opposite. And I <em>know</em> you like that..." She arched an eyebrow and grinned. "Personally, I like to keep my options open. Which is what made you so appealing in the first place."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 05:39:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stayed flushed, and tried not to squirm, but everything she was telling him was bringing more and more strange feelings out.&nbsp; Maybe he was?&nbsp; If she wanted him to be, would he?&nbsp; Yes, he very much loved women.&nbsp; Most particularly Elizabeth at this moment, if nothing else for what she'd shown him, and allowed him to experience with her.&nbsp; Right now, eh even was pretty sure he could love Kelly, for her part in this whole scenario as well.<br><br>He still wasn't sure about the idea of loving men, though.&nbsp; "I.. I'll try.&nbsp; I.. I really will."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 05:52:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aww, she's shy," Elizabeth said with a soft laugh as Ryan tried to hide his discomfort. "Well then, I won't tell if you don't." She winked. "And don't worry about your reward, you'll get it either way. Of course, which way you get it depends on how well you play your part, little miss." <br><br>Elizabeth grinned. "Now come on, you're all kitted out, for now at least... unless there's some other style you'd like to slip into."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 06:45:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I.. I won't tell."&nbsp; And yet somehow, a part of him wanted to be known.&nbsp; Maybe it was enough that Elizabeth knew the truth.&nbsp; That Kelly did.&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; He fidgeted with the petticoats, and the lace ruffle, straightening and re-straightening his small dress.&nbsp; It still felt incredible to be wearing it, and exciting to be considering wearing it out of the store.<br><br>"K..kitted out for what?"&nbsp; It only occurred to him as nearly an afterthought that she had intentions of more than just a shopping trip and some play time.&nbsp; What was she planning?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 07:09:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A few days and nights all dressed up, and a night out where we'll see if anyone can spot your little secret." She tapped his nose with her index finger and grinned. "But you're brave enough for the challenge, aren't you? After all, you're about to go out in a little pink dress and show the world what you're made of, right?" She gestured to the front room of the boutique, and the door out onto the street. "Ready?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 09:41:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Days and nights!&nbsp; He'd be a girl full time.&nbsp; For the rest of the week!&nbsp; The idea thrilled him to the core, and brought a deeper blush to his cheeks.&nbsp; He flinched ever so slightly, blinking with the finger tapping his nose, bringing a small little gasp from his lips.&nbsp; "Y..yes, of course.&nbsp; I want to."<br><br>He watched Elizabeth gesture for the door, and he turned to look, almost half expecting that there would be yet another customer.&nbsp; It wasn't until he'd watched for the space of three breaths that he realized it was a gesture to send him on his way.&nbsp; Tottering slightly on the unfamiliar heels, and trying not to fidget and brush at the turned up edges of the dress, he walked to the door.<br><br>Remembering to breathe, he reached with a suddenly trembling hand for the knob.&nbsp; Was he really good enough to pull this off?&nbsp; Could he manage to live as a girl for a whole half week?&nbsp; He turned and pulled, blinking at the brighter street lights outside, and stepping out with a solid sounding click on the paves, hoping that the first thing he heard wouldn't be people screaming at his obvious attempts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 04:02:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kelly gave him a little clap as he crossed the threshold, high heels clacking on the pavement.<br><br>Elizabeth stepped out after him, and hooked his arm with hers.<br><br>She smiled sweetly to a young man in dark emo-ish clothes who was clearly looking at them both, from one to the other with equal interest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 10:45:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The clapping brought a slight pink to his cheeks, his hands moving to smooth down the ruffled skirts just a little automatically, hoping he wasn't showing off more than a proper young girl should.&nbsp; The feel of the new shoes clacking against the pavement was enlightening in and of itself.<br><br>A small shy blushing smile crept onto his features when Elizabeth appeared at his side, their arms interlinking.&nbsp; He had to try very hard to keep the tremble out of his, or the incessant need to want to push the skirt down further so as not to flash the world his panties.&nbsp; How did girls manage clothes like this without being flustered all the time?<br><br>Biting his lip, Ryan was ready to head on and follow wherever Elizabeth was leading, until he caught sight of the young man eyeing them both up.&nbsp; His cheeks coloured even more, knowing he had been guilty of just such a second and third look in the past with girls he had admired.&nbsp; It felt strangely fantastic to be observed in such a manner, to be looked at and desired, even if it was another guy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 19:13:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ooh, he likes you," Elizabeth whispered in Ryan's ear. "And who can blame him? You look so sweet. So girly. And so happy to do so." She winked. "How's that feel, being eye candy? I see you blushing and smiling all at once - you are just <em>too</em> cute. We should definitely get some photos done." She smiled teasingly and squeezed his arm tighter as they walked on, her skirt hissing as it ran alongside his soft frills.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 11:30:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan couldn't stop blushing.&nbsp; His cheeks were a steady delicate shade of pink, as he leaned into Elizabeth's side.&nbsp; His eyes slid down to the pavement, a shy young girl presenting herself to the world at large.&nbsp; "I... I like it a lot Elizabeth.&nbsp; I didn't think it would happen.&nbsp; I thought for sure someone would notice."<br><br>The idea of photographs of any kind were slightly embarrassing, but he wanted to see them as much as she wanted to take them.&nbsp; If nothing else to see what she was talking about.&nbsp; He could still see himself in the mirror, and he knew he was definitely a boy.&nbsp; Maybe that's why he was so sure everyone else would catch on.<br><br>Feeling the fabrics rubbing together, Ryan followed along where she led, wondering if there was to be another cab ride or what exactly Elizabeth had planned for the rest of the evening.&nbsp; It wasn't until a good half block from the store that he even though about the clothes he had worn into Kelly's little shoppe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-10-2008, 02:33:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Have a little faith in my judgment," Elizabeth chided with a teasing smile. "I like having you as my little secret." She blew across his earlobe playfully.<br><br>"Now, I don't want to tire you out with walking in this, so I'd better get a cab, eh?" She reached up with a hand to a passing taxi, which veered in to let them get on.<br><br>Elizabeth dropped the extra bags, Ryan's previous outfit among them, on the seat.<br><br>"Where to, Miss?" the driver asked.<br>"South of campus."<br>"Sure thing. You girls been shopping?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>05-11-2008, 13:41:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He immediately blushed, and half pursed his lips, looking down at the peeking of those heels from under the upturned pink skirt as they walked.&nbsp; “I do trust you Elizabeth.”&nbsp; How could he not trust her, and dress like this for her, after all?<br><br>The blowing of that cool breath across his sensitive ears brought a shiver, and a small under the breath gasp of surprise.&nbsp; Immediately, his hand clutched just a little tighter on her arm, a small stumble almost spilling him to the paves thanks to his unfamiliarity with the heels.<br><br>He watched with amazement as the cab lurched across three lanes of traffic, nearly killing itself in the effort to make it to the curb for them.&nbsp; His previous experience had been that holding a hand up for a cab was next to useless, as they all just sped by.&nbsp; Of course, his previous experiences had been as a guy.&nbsp; Chance are, naturally, that the cabbie was only coming over that fast because of Elizabeth, but it was still a pretty amazing transformation in regular routine behaviour.<br><br>Ryan was careful to smooth out the skirt, and make sure it stayed covering the intimate apparel under it when he slipped into the cab, blushing already from the feel of the cool leather seats against his satin-covered bum.<br><br>He listened to Elizabeth giving directions, and wondered what it was South of Campus that they were going to.&nbsp; The only things he could remember South of the College were the bar strips.&nbsp; Maybe there were more stores or something hidden amongst them.&nbsp; Looking up at the second question, his cheeks pinking once more at the automatic assumption that he was a she, and answered for her this time.<br><br>“Yes, just picking out something new for the school year.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-11-2008, 21:14:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Looks, ahhh... very nice. You don't worry guys are gonna bother you looking like that?" the driver asked, his eyes flicking to the rear-view mirror as the cab idled in slow traffic. Watching them, Ryan realised. <br><br>Eizabeth subtly took his hand, her painted nails entwined with his, and leaned closer, giving him an encouraging smile and nodding towards the driver, suggesting that he answer for them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 12:23:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sat on the cab bench and froze for a moment, his cheeks burning pink still with embarrassment at the sideways compliment.&nbsp; He was trembling slightly when he felt Elizabeth's hand interlacing with his, turning to look into her eyes.<br><br>The nod of the head was as much of a surprise as was the idea that he hadn't been picked out as a faker yet, even this close.&nbsp; Was his voice really that feminine?&nbsp; His hand clenched a little in nervousness, holding on to Elizabeth, and hoping he was about to say the right things.<br><br>“Umm.. well, it's meant to be looked at, isn't it?&nbsp; And who doesn't like a little bit of attention?”<br><br>He felt his cheeks warming yet another shade before his long lashes fluttered and he glanced down to his knees, peeking out from under the frills and petticoats of the pink skirt he was in.&nbsp; It didn't help that the little shy routine was what always got him interested in a girl, and here he was doing just the same thing to the cabbie.&nbsp; Did girls feel like this all the time? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 19:25:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I imagine you'd get more than a little. Both of you," the driver added, glancing at Elizabeth as well.<br><br>"I think we earn our share," she replied. "Especially when she lets me put her in something really wild." She grinned wickedly, and the driver blinked.<br><br>"Really, I woulda said that counted..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 13:47:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed deeply, squirming in his seat.&nbsp; He clasped his hands in the soft frilly lap of his skirt, and looked down at the bare knees poking out from under the lace.&nbsp; Everything from the chest down looked very much not like him anymore.&nbsp; It was a girl’s body for sure.&nbsp; How could it be that he was in it?<br><br>Ryan couldn’t manage much more than an embarrassed and mumbled “Thank you” for the cabbie, and a strangled sounding little meep sound when Elizabeth suggested that there were things that he might be dressed up in that were even more wild.&nbsp; Strangely, the idea made him all but tingle from head to toe.&nbsp; The idea of being dressed up in something revealing and yet feminine was enough to make Ryan even more excited than he had been the first time he got dressed like this.<br><br>Apparently, the cab driver though this was pretty wild as much as Ryan did, but Elizabeth was the one in control now.&nbsp; After a few moments of tense, blushing silence, he glanced up, looking through enhanced lashes out the window to see where they were.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 22:02:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth slid her hand into his and squeezed gently. "Maybe I'll do that tonight, hm?" she whispered in his ear, then blew gently across it. "Maybe I'll even let you choose something for me, if you're a good girl." <br><br>The buildings outside were lower now, part hidden behind rows of trees. They were further out from town, getting back to school. <br><br>Elizabeth leaned forwards, opening her purse. "Here's fine, we'll walk across campus." She looked sidelong at Ryan for any response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 10:38:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He squirmed a little in his seat, the very image of a girl embarrassed by the attentions, and yet not trying very hard to avoid them.&nbsp; When Elizabeth slid up so very close, snuggling against his side, his cheeks coloured all the more.&nbsp; He knew very well what it would look like to the cab driver.&nbsp; Two girls, snuggling close, one of them whispering sweet nothings into the other’s ear.&nbsp; Two little lesbians out for an outing, and one of them just not yet all the way out.<br><br>Unsurprisingly, the idea of it had Ryan nearly panting in the back seat, his enhanced eyelashes fluttering, and his hands squirming in his lap.&nbsp; A breathy little whisper was all he could manage in response to Elizabeth’s tauntings.&nbsp; “I.. I’d like that”<br><br>When the cab came to a stop, Ryan glanced up again, a little confused as to where they were, not completely recognizing the area.&nbsp; When Elizabeth mentioned they’d just walk the rest of the way, a part of Ryan was glad that they weren’t going to be under the scrutiny of the cab driver anymore, and another part of him was even more glad that he’d be able to show himself off more.<br><br>His cheeks stayed their steady bright pink when he realized Elizabeth was watching for his reaction, and he nodded just a little to say he was okay with it.&nbsp; What was he getting himself into now?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 01:32:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The driver parked, got out and opened the door for them, offering Elizabeth a hand. Taking it, she swung her legs out, balanced on her heels and pushed herself up to stand, then turned and held out her hand for Ryan in turn. "Come on, Rhian..."<br><br>With the door open, Ryan could see that they were at the opposite end of the campus to Elizabeth's house, and that the open area they would have to cross was full of students leaving their last classes for the day. If he stepped out of the cab, hundreds of his peers would be able to see him dressed like this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 14:39:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a little distracted when the cab first came to a stop, squirming in place with a tiny bit of embarrassment from Elizabeth’s teasings.&nbsp; Once the vehicle had stopped, and Elizabeth had settled up the fare, Ryan felt her slide away from him.&nbsp; Of course she had gotten out, but it was still a bit more abrupt than he was entirely ready for.<br><br>Reaching up, he took her hand gently, turning in the seat, and trying to remain demure in keeping his skirt from flyingup to flash his panties to the world at large.&nbsp; Only when one of his high heels had clicked on the pavement did he look up and realize where they were.&nbsp; There were so many people!<br><br>He froze there for a moment, looking slowly up into Elizabeth’s face, trepidation on his features.&nbsp; She was smiling, as usual, confident, and sure.&nbsp; He was supposed to trust her.&nbsp; He did trust her.. right?&nbsp; Slowly, after the shock wore off, Ryan slid from the back of the cab, smoothing out the skirt and staying properly covered.&nbsp; They both ignored the parting comments of the cabby, and he stood there, clinging to her hand, his eyes flicking around at the crowds of students all moving to and fro.<br><br>He took a deep breath, feeling the pinch of the corset, and the way his chest moved in a completely different way than usual.&nbsp; “Just.. to your room?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 20:45:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She squeezed his hand and gave him a reassuring smile. "Just to my room, for now." <br><br>She started to walk a little more briskly, making him take quick, small steps in his heels to keep pace. With her free hand, she waved to a few people in passing, smiling cheerfully.<br><br>Looking around, he could tell other students were staring, judging... admiring them.<br><br>Then Elizabeth stopped.<br><br>"Well. Who's this?" asked a voice. <br><br>A young man with shaggy, hanging spikes of dark hair over one eye looked Ryan up and down with the other. He shifted from one combat-booted foot to another and gave him an approving smile, the eye lingering on his legs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 12:05:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was reassured.&nbsp; Immensely reassured when she took his hand, offering him that support, and all that was behind it.&nbsp; His excitement was back, overshadowing the nervousness.&nbsp; Could he pull it off all the way through campus?&nbsp; Would he be discovered?&nbsp; After what he’d seen in the dress shoppe, he thought the idea unlikely, but there were always surprises.&nbsp; Like enjoying this dressing up.&nbsp; That certainly had been a surprise for Ryan.<br><br>They started off slow enough, letting him get used to the heels once again, but then Elizabeth picked up the pace, and he had to hurry a little.&nbsp; He concentrated largely on the walking, making it feel natural, making sure he didn’t trip and fall.&nbsp; Not to mention, making sure that his frilled underskirt didn’t bounce around the wrong way and flash half the campus.<br><br>Elizabeth was in her element, just schmoozing and socializing the whole way.&nbsp; She sure knew a lot of people on campus.&nbsp; Ryan, on the other hand, was nervous and unsure, and blushing the whole trip.&nbsp; When Elizabeth came to a rather unexpected stop, right in the middle of a walkway intersection, Ryan had taken a step and a half further before noticing, forcing him to stand out as something other than her pink-coloured shadow.<br><br>The voice echoed in his ears, his make-up lined eyes widening in surprise and sudden nervous fear as he looked up.&nbsp; The boy was rather typical for a guy, confident, sure, stalking him as he walked about.&nbsp; Ryan took a moment to blink, glancing back to Elizabeth and clinging to her hand for support for that brief moment, before trying an answer.<br><br>“Umm… R..Rheanne?”&nbsp; My god... was he checking Ryan out??
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 21:03:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"David. So, what's your major?"<br><br>"David's major is being forward," Elizabeth chuckled. <br><br>"Well, I just like to know if I'm going to be crossing paths with anyone interesting," he replied with a smirk, his eye drifting back to Ryan's corseted figure. He pushed the spikes away, both eyes now clearly looking at him. "You look like, I'd guess the arts block?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 12:14:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stood there for a few moments, blinking, confused.&nbsp; It seemed almost like a different life, only several hours before, sitting in the café reading up on post-modern impressionism and the painting styles of the various masters.&nbsp; Why was he having such a hard time with this?&nbsp; Why was this David person so interested?<br><br>“Umm.&nbsp; Y..yes.&nbsp; F..fine arts.&nbsp; Um.&nbsp; C..comparative art history.”&nbsp; Okay so it wasn’t the manliest of majours, but.. how did he peg Ryan in that category so quickly?<br><br>He made that eye contact, seeing the bright blues from under the spikes, and the obvious interest.&nbsp; Interest that Ryan himself had been guilty of only that morning more than once. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 14:53:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's cool. I would've guessed fashion." David's blue eyes held Ryan's for a moment. "But art history suggests you're smart too."<br><br>Elizabeth arched an eyebrow, and the young man smirked. "Ladies." He took a step back, looking back to Ryan.<br><br>"Oh. There's an artblock party on Friday. No dress code, so... can't wait to see what you decide on." He grinned as he stepped aside.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 11:01:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt the blush creeping up his cheeks again, and he felt like squirming with those eyes so obviously taking him in with this poofy dress.&nbsp; Never before in his life had he felt his heart pounding so hard, the excitement so high.&nbsp; He was pulling it off!<br><br>He had a hard time breathing entirely right, so his answers were breathy at best, and that only seemed to encourage this David even more.&nbsp; He finally felt the blush hit his cheeks after the compliment was passed his way.&nbsp; Did women actually fall for that sort of thing?&nbsp; Blatant compliments?&nbsp; Had he done the same thing to girls before?<br><br>He almost missed the parting comment, Ryan’s face turning with a combination of fear, shock, and excitement to look at Elizabeth’s expression hearing about the party.&nbsp; Would they be going?&nbsp; Would this be Rheanne’s debut social appearance?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 16:09:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth waved to David and nodded slightly, locked arms with Ryan and started to walk with him again.<br><br>"Congratulations, my pretty... we'd best decide on a dress for you for Friday, hadn't we?" She smiled saucily as she whispered this to him, then glanced back.<br><br>"Oh, yes, there it is. He looked back. You're a hit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 12:56:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Starting to walk again was a relief in and of itself.&nbsp; Being guided was helpful, given that right at that moment, Ryan couldn’t have found his way out of a box with no sides.&nbsp; He was flustered, and embarrassed.&nbsp; Not only had he thoroughly been excited by the attention and the obvious mistake that he was a she, but he’d been excited by his own reaction.&nbsp; He actually enjoyed it.<br><br>He glanced up at Elizabeth and her glowing grin, blinking ever so slightly with those long enhanced lashes, and starting to begin the question “We.. we’re going..?”&nbsp; The second comment caught him utterly unprepared, and his jaw dropped.&nbsp; “He looked??”&nbsp; He wanted to look back to check, but didn’t want to at the same time.<br><br>“Wh..what do I do?” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 01:37:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course he looked, you're a doll..." Elizabeth giggled softly. "You can peek," she added with a conspiratorial wink.<br><br>As Ryan had a chance to consider this, she continued. "And of course we're going too. I love a chance to show off... and I'll enjoy showing <em>you</em> off as well." She smirked. "So..." she sang to herself, "what costume shall the poor girl wear... to all tomorrow's parties?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 13:40:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed at the easy way in which she picked out exactly what he was thinking, and only moments later stole a quick glance over his shoulder to see David still glancing.&nbsp; Feeling his cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red, Ryan clung to Elizabeth’s arm, and half wanted to hurry on, half wanting to linger.<br><br>Such a complicated little tangle he found himself in.&nbsp; He stumbled along in his heels, loving the way they made him walk, and knowing that every step was being looked at by someone, being judged.&nbsp; And he was passing!<br><br>Halfway down the next walk, Ryan managed to find enough breath and wits to come up with answers and questions all at once.<br><br>“C..can it be.. something simple? I.. don’t want to give the wrong impression… do I?&nbsp; Umm.. h..how many.. umm.. p..parties are there?”&nbsp; All of a sudden he had images of a whirlwind of places and people and all of them staring and him being all dolled up.&nbsp; Why did the idea of being the center of attention that way seem so very exciting? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 21:28:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just one worth going to on Friday... one or two worth going to every week, of course..." <br><br>"And what is the wrong impression, hm?" she added with a whisper, leaning close enough that her breath slipped over his hairless cheek. "That you're available? That you're a girl? That you're not a girl...?" She winked and smiled wickedly. "You'll have to decide. I'm sure I can find something suitable for you to wear, whoever you want to be. Or whoever I want you to be..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>05-04-2009, 08:52:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				One or two a week.&nbsp; Ryan’s head all but spun with the idea of being invited to them all, being there for them all.&nbsp; Being Rheanne for them all.&nbsp; The very idea of it had him giddy, and terrified at the same time.&nbsp; So very many things had changed when he had pulled that little pink tab from the board, and none of them were terrible.&nbsp; Just different.<br><br>Elizabeth’s breathed questions made him pause in his own thoughts.&nbsp; Just what impression did he think was the wrong one?&nbsp; Was it wrong to be a girl?&nbsp; Was it wrong to really enjoy being a girl?&nbsp; He had to swallow to moisten his throat enough to speak. “I.. just.. people won’t.. understand… if they find out… will they?”<br><br>He tightened his slightly clingy grip on that slender arm, looking over into Elizabeth’s face.&nbsp; “I.. I trust you.&nbsp; Whatever you decide… for the party, I mean.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 04:13:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth considered his first question. "This is the arts block. You wouldn't even be the only dresser at the party if you went dressed... although I'd make sure you're the most convincing. There will probably be guys who'll be creeped out if they find out, but I'll steer you clear of them." She nodded back the way David went. "Him, not one of those..."<br><br>She smiled gently and nodded as he decided. "Well, I'll pick out a couple of options for you then. Let you choose to be a beautiful boy... or a beautiful girl. You'll get attention either way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 13:29:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt his cheeks turning pink again as they made their way along, between the combination of the attention the two of them were garnering and the idea that there were others.&nbsp; That he might be accepted for this.<br><br>His mind whirled with possibilities, dressing up, either as a boy or a girl, just being with Elizabeth.&nbsp; Today had been such an incredible rush of excitement and fear, a combination of sensations that had left him confused, concerned, and excited beyond words.<br><br>“I... think I’d like.. to be a girl.&nbsp; Please?”&nbsp; He barely heard himself, over the rushing pounding of blood in his ears.&nbsp; He couldn’t imagine that she’d heard him, but he dare not speak any louder.&nbsp; The feeling of strangeness and wonder he felt wearing the dresses, the stockings, and especially the underthings was incredible.&nbsp; The whole experience had been exhilarating, and Ryan wanted that exhilaration to continue.&nbsp; To happen again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 16:24:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth smiled, like a proud mother. "I knew you would. And so you shall, Cinderella." She leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips, then stepped back, holding his hands in hers. "Now let's find you the perfect dress." She started to pull him towards her home again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 12:18:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt the thrill of his acceptance go through him.&nbsp; He wanted to dress up, to be a girl in public.&nbsp; To be seen and talked to as a girl.&nbsp; He really wanted it, and had no idea he had wanted it.&nbsp; Elizabeth’s open acceptance of the idea, and even her confidence that she had known he would go in that direction was another little shiver down Ryan’s spine, and a flush of warmth in his made up cheeks.<br><br>Everything felt so different, made him feel so much more alive when he wore what she told him to.&nbsp; He held on to her hand, hoping he wasn’t trembling as much as he thought he was.&nbsp; Her hand was so much cooler than his.&nbsp; He knew he was all over blushing by now, and hoped it wasn’t taken the wrong way.<br><br>Finally, he looked up as they approached her dorm, his head all but spinning with the thoughts of being dressed up and presented.&nbsp; Being treated like a little princess doll for a night, for a week, for the rest of the year…&nbsp; How long would she want to keep doing this?&nbsp; Could it be that she had plans for something long term, or was this just something for her to do at school?&nbsp; Would he like to have it end?&nbsp; It was a very small and very guilty feeling inner voice that told him what he already knew.&nbsp; This would go on long past college.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 14:17:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She opened the door and ushered him inside, the cool still air of her apartment whispering across his exposed legs.<br><br>Closing the door, she slid an arm around his corseted waist. "Now... what kind of girl do you want to be at the party? With your blush, you could be a sweet innocent Lolita in ruffles and lace... or a coy schoolgirl in pigtails and pleats... or is there something more naughty you'd like to be for the night?" She leaned in and nuzzled his neck gently. "Of course, you'll want to try on a few things... but where do we start?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 12:45:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a certain security that came from getting into Elizabeth’s dorm room, and yet a feeling of faint disappointment as well, echoing in Ryan’s chest.&nbsp; He had been worried the whole trip across the campus that someone would see and know, or that the wind would blow up the skirt and someone would look at exactly the wrong moment.&nbsp; Of course, that hadn’t happened, but the fear was there.&nbsp; And the excitement too.<br><br>Now, they were inside, and it was easier to talk about it, and relax about it, and just forget that others might see, but a large part of this was those other people seeing.&nbsp; Wasn’t it?<br><br>Ryan squirmed in place, feeling her arm around his waist, feeling the tight corset rubbing against him, feeling so very strange and so very right at the same time. His cheeks still burned a soft pink with the constant intermingling of arousal and confused embarrassment.&nbsp; He curled closer to her, already adopting some of the more obvious feminine behaviours he had seen so often, even unconsciously.<br><br>The list of choices was short to start, but he had no doubt that if he picked something completely outlandish, she’d try to make it happen.&nbsp; “I.. I don’t know if I want to be naughty… do I?&nbsp; I mean.. is that what they’ll expect?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 13:53:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth smiled warmly, clearly amused by Ryan's uncertainty. "They won't be expecting anything in particular. It's all about expressing yourself, being who you want to be." <br><br>"You make a very convincing innocent..." Her free hand brushed across his blushing cheek. "And I'm sure you can show other sides just as well. So... who does my girl want to be?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 17:28:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				‘My girl.’&nbsp; The words sort of echoed for a moment, and Ryan just absorbed them and let them sink in.&nbsp; A girl.&nbsp; Her girl.&nbsp; Could he pull it off?&nbsp; Could they?<br><br>He slowly looked up into her eyes, feeling the heat still in his cheeks.&nbsp; He didn’t think he could pull off anything really outrageous.&nbsp; Not yet, anyways.&nbsp; He was just too nervous.<br><br>“I.. I think I should start simple?&nbsp; Just.. you know.. just another girl maybe? Can I do that?&nbsp; I mean.. we.&nbsp; Can we do that?”<br><br>On top of it all, he was worried that she’d stop if he didn’t go along with everything, no matter what.&nbsp; That he’d no longer be allowed to dress up like this, to actually live like this.&nbsp; After he’d experienced it for a half day, he knew he wanted to experience it more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 18:26:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth smiled tenderly. "We can do that." She kissed him softly. "You can do... you can be whatever you want."<br><br>Then she smirked. "Of course you'll have to wear something of a costume, and dressing as a girl doesn't count because that's what you'll be anyway." <br><br>She started to walk him back to the boudoir filled with feminine clothes. "But we can start with something simple there... what do you think you'd feel comfortable in?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 10:26:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss nearly stole what little breath he had left, his cheeks still that soft pink of constant slightly amazed embarrassment about dressing like this, and enjoying it so much. Rheanne blinked just a little at the suggestion he'd have to be wearing a costume on top of wearing a costume of sorts.<br><br>When she slid away and opened that marvelous closet, he stood there looking into the rows of wonderful things he'd never have thought of wearing before today.&nbsp; A corner of his lower lip was pinned between teeth as he looked over and over, before his eyes fell on what could only be described as a ball gown.&nbsp; He looked over the pleated skirt of black netting and the bright red underskirt that would show through, the bodice so very sculpted looking and laced up the back, just like the corset her was wearing at this very instant.&nbsp; With a fan and gloves and a mask, he'd be able to be just about any Victorian era high society woman.&nbsp; A slightly trembling hand lifted and pointed it out to her as she stood and displayed her clothing wares.<br><br>They'd have to get a wig or something to manage the curls, but the dress drew his eye like nothing else there did.&nbsp; "Th..that one.&nbsp; C..can I wear that one?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 13:33:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, there's no question, Rheanne, not only can you, you simply <em>must</em>."<br><br>Elizabeth helped to fetch down the gown, letting him feel the cool silk of the bodice and the soft taffeta of the overskirt, turning him to the mirror holding it up to him. <br><br>She kissed him on the cheek and whispered gently in his ear: <br><br>"I'm going to make you the belle of the ball."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 16:55:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed when she agreed with his choice.&nbsp; It was a gut reaction, but she seemed to think he had picked the perfect thing.&nbsp; When she let him touch it, those long slender fingers of his stroked over the soft material, feeling the little thrills go through him at the thought of feeling it against his skin.<br><br>He turned towards the mirror half eagerly, and half worried that he'd never manage it.&nbsp; Seeing the basic effect there though, Rheanne gasped and shivered slightly still stroking the soft silk.&nbsp; "It's so beautiful."<br><br>He shivered all the more when she whispered, feeling her breath wash over his ear.&nbsp; He all but whispered back, "I want that.&nbsp; I really do.&nbsp; Please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 19:42:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then your wish shall be granted, Cinderella. Take your dress off, and let's see how you look in your new gown." Elizabeth gave him a naughty smile and slipped the fitted pink jacket off his slim arms, then started to unfasten his matching dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 09:43:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed softly feeling his jacket pulled free of those slender bare shoulders.&nbsp; As the laces on the dress began to be loosened, he automatically reached up to cup the bosom to him in a show of nervous modesty appropriate to just about any belle.<br><br>He squirmed a little to help that very tight garment slide off, revealing the very tight corset underneath, shaping his body into the proper shape for what he was becoming.&nbsp; He looked down at the way it helped his body, and squirmed again, still blushing at the little inadequacies he picked out automatically.<br><br>He was able to take hold of the soft red silk, and stepped into the beautiful fabric on his own, pulling it up to once again cover his frame, shrugging shoulders into the sleeves, feeling the cool air against his upper back.&nbsp; He didn't dare look in the mirror yet.&nbsp; It wasn't time, he wasn't ready.&nbsp; Not yet.<br><br>"Lace me up please?"&nbsp; It thrilled him inside to say those words, to know that they were the precursor to yet another transformation.&nbsp; It thrilled him even more to know that he was saying it because he really wanted it, not just because she did too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 21:44:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We shall have to put you in a matching corset for the night itself," Elizabeth murmured, caressing his exposed back above the busk of the one he wore, "but this will do for your fitting." With that, she kissed his shoulder, and gathered his hair, still trussed up in ribbons, into a soft ponytail out of the way of the back and collar of the gown he was stepping into.<br><br>"Delighted," she whispered gently as he asked to be laced up, and then he could feel the bodice tightening around his constricted waist as she started to pull up the laces, fastening him into this fairytale ballgown.<br><br>She let go of his hair, letting it spill in its new soft curls around the neckline of the gown, spilling away from the short puffed sleeves. <br><br>The soft red silk petticoats rustled against his smoothed legs as the bodice clung to his corseted figure. The gleaming skirts draped in a circle all around him.<br><br>"Now, how does my princess like her hair and makeup on the night? And is there anything else she needs? I can test that for her now, if she wishes..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 11:41:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He flushed at the idea of a matching corset.&nbsp; Another new item of clothing.&nbsp; Another something he might some day be able to actually call his own.&nbsp; The very idea of it made him almost shiver.<br><br>He watched the dress come on from above, feeling the silk slide over his skin, watching the pleats form, the taffeta swishing so delightfully in place.&nbsp; He could feel his hair released, feel the soft curls that actually felt so very different somehow, even though he'd had the same hair his whole adult life.<br><br>Biting his lip, he slowly looked up, looking at that amazing vision in the mirror.&nbsp; She was stunning.&nbsp; He lifted his hands and watched her match his movements, lifting the skirts and swaying back and forth.&nbsp; He felt the soft skirt swish and brush over his legs, shivering at the deliciousness of the sensation.<br><br>"I.. I was thinking... you know.. High Tea, Elizabethan Lady?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 16:51:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You look more Victorian to me, young lady..." she said with a smile. "Making you Elizabethan would put you in an even fuller skirt, and even more frills... and now I just have to do that to you for the Shakespeare festival in November..."<br><br>"But yes, I can definitely do that for you. Style your hair into long full ringlets..." She gently twirled one of his curls around her finger. <br><br>"You already have the complexion for it..." She caressed his blushered cheek.<br><br>"Bedeck you in silk and jewels, and we'll make you the perfect young lady in every way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 18:19:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands clutch slightly at the taffeta skirt, helping with his little swishing movements.&nbsp; The idea of even more skirts, more frills.&nbsp; Lace, poofs, everything.&nbsp; It would be so completely feminine, and so very much something he wanted to try.&nbsp; His cheeks once again flushed with desire when she mentioned actually doing it.&nbsp; It didn't matter there was a purpose behind it at this point, just that it would happen.<br><br>He watched the woman in the mirror have her hair played with, feeeling the tugs on his own locks.&nbsp; He felt the soft caress on his cheek, and the woman in the mirror had fingers touching hers as well.&nbsp; It was so strange to actually be that woman.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; Yes please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-04-2009, 18:38:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then so it shall be." She smiled lovingly at the beautiful young woman in the mirror, the woman he had so happily become. <br><br>"From now on, you will be the woman you were always meant to be, whenever you wish it."<br><br>With that promise, she gently tilted his head around and kissed him, deeply and passionately.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>30-04-2009, 12:33:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was caught a little by surprise by the kiss, Rheanne's painted eyes widening in startlement before closing completely and letting himself be kissed.&nbsp; Kissed as the receiver.&nbsp; It was such a completely different feeling, to be kissed, rather than to be the one kissing.&nbsp; He could feel his breathing grow shallow and rapid, his heart thudding in his eardrum within seconds.&nbsp; Beneath it all, he felt a stirring again, his body responding automatically to being kissed by such a gorgeous woman as Elizabeth was.<br><br>Rheanne's hands clenched into fists, not knowing how to respond with them in the proper ladylike fashion.&nbsp; His lips, however, had no such reservations, parting slightly and pressing as firmly as possible, the two sets of well painted tiers sliding against each other, mingling lipsticks and the taste of them both together.<br><br>Slowly, his hands lifted, coming to rest on her shoulders, ever so softly assuming the role of the woman.&nbsp; It tingled through him, even as his maleness swelled and strained beneath the delicious silks.&nbsp; It didn't take long before he was sharing breaths with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 03:37:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth's hands first ran through his curled hair, then caressed his exposed neck, then finally moved to hold him around his corseted waist. <br><br>He could barely feel them there, through the tight panels moulding his shape, but he just could, holding him fast, reminding him of how womanly his form had become.<br><br>Elizabeth broke the kiss, nuzzling his neck a moment, breathing on his smooth skin. "Of course, if it were up to me... you would be a woman for ever more."<br><br>She moved to look at his painted face, to study his reaction to this idea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 12:52:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His breathing was a little laboured as they kissed, her eyes closed, his cheeks flushed with the passion of the moment.&nbsp; Rheanne parted his lips, accepting the kiss, gently stroking those soft shoulders above him.<br><br>He barely felt the grazing near his hips, but he could feel the way the corset pinched and hugged and moved where she held him, holding his breath in even now while they kissed.&nbsp; When those lips parted from his, he sucked in a soft breath, a gasp of pleasure, a testament to the passion behind how he felt at this moment in her arms.<br><br>He shivered at the feel of her on his neck, breathing, possessing, warming his pale complexion with the words that thrilled him to the core, that made his very heart and soul shiver.&nbsp; Could he really do that?&nbsp; When he saw her face rise up again into his vision, there would be no way she could miss the shocked look on his features.<br><br>"W...would you.. do that for me?&nbsp; Really?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 19:03:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled warmly, lovingly. "Really, I would. Of course, you should consider it, this is still your first day... but I would definitely help you if you want this for life. You're far too precious not to, Cinderella."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 10:32:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was there in her arms, his own hands very gently poised on her shoulders, touching but not holding, just staying there for long heavy breaths between the two of them.&nbsp; The idea of being a woman for real was shocking.&nbsp; To actually be a woman.. he'd need operations.. and pills.. and all kinds of things, wouldn't he?<br><br>But then, Elizabeth was not offering that, was she.&nbsp; She was going to have him just dress like a woman.&nbsp; Be a woman on the outside, for the world to see.&nbsp; Again the idea sent a little shiver down his spine, brought a hitch to his breathing, and made things stir and twitch.<br><br>Cinderella.&nbsp; The Ugly Duckling.&nbsp; All the stories of transformations slid into his mind in a second, and every one of them included him in them.<br><br>"I.. if I try.. c..can I go back?&nbsp; If it doesn't work?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 04:48:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course you can. You've been wonderfully brave already, letting me make you into my prettiest doll. And we haven't done anything that some makeup remover, a hairbrush and some tummy stretches wouldn't wash away."<br><br>She smiled warmly at the self-conscious girl she had made this willing boy into.<br><br>"But it will work. You were meant to be beautiful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 10:22:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed again, feeling the rosed cheeks colouring even more deeply.&nbsp; He felt a brief moment of panic when she said it could all go away.&nbsp; Right now, he really didn't want it to go away.&nbsp; None of it.<br><br>"I.. please... I don't.. want it to go."&nbsp; He felt the heat, swelling in his chest, in his cheeks, and lower.&nbsp; The shamed reaction to admitting what he'd been feeling since she'd started.&nbsp; Slowly he was beginning to realize that he should have been doing this a long time ago.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 14:05:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Neither do I." She kissed him again, savouring his soft lips. "And since you said please, I'll make sure it never does." She winked. "Now, wear this to the art crowd party midweek, and...? I would love to take you to the formal on Saturday, but we'll figure out what you can wear to that closer to the time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 11:20:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sense of relief washed over him like a wave when she said she wanted Rheanne to stay.&nbsp; The return of those lips against his cut off his immediate effusive thanks, turning them into a soft mumble against Elizabeth's mouth.&nbsp; Even though it was briefer than the last one, Rheanne was softly panting when she pulled away from him.<br><br>"I want to.&nbsp; I want to explore it all."&nbsp; His mind was awhirl all over again.&nbsp; A month ago, he hadn't been to a single party where he was invited.&nbsp; Now there were two in one week.&nbsp; And both were ones he was going to be one of those girls who everyone looked at.&nbsp; Elizabeth was going to see to that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 16:37:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth beamed, looking happy and proud of her protege.<br><br>"Wonderful. You really are." She stroked his ribboned curls. "I wish I'd met you sooner... did your high school have a uniform?" She winked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 11:00:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed again, ducking his head slightly and nuzzling into the gentle touches, the feel of the ringlets cascading around his face.<br><br>"Thank you.&nbsp; I.. I'm glad I did meet you."&nbsp; When she mentioned the school uniform, his cheeks rose in a deeper than ever blush.&nbsp; He'd looked at that uniform for years, and never once thought what it would be like to be in it, just what it would take to get girls out of it.<br><br>"I.. yes.&nbsp; There was a uniform.&nbsp; Black blazer, white blouse, navy tie, and.. a black and blue plaid skirt."&nbsp; He shivered, thinking where she was thinking.&nbsp; Wearing that uniform.&nbsp; The idea of it had never occurred to him before this instant, and yet here he was, thinking that very thought, and loving it.&nbsp; "Oh.. oh can we?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 16:04:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he blushed while describing the girls' uniform, Elizabeth beamed. And as he asked if he could, she nodded. <br><br>"Oh, I insist. You simply <em>must</em>, young lady. I'll find a match, there's a school supplies store near here..." <br><br>She grinned wickedly. "I dare you to go to your classes tomorrow in uniform." Then she kissed him before he could respond.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 16:27:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched the delight grow in Elizabeth's eyes and on her face, so very close to his.&nbsp; He felt himself stirring under the dress, feeling his reaction to everything finally sinking in once more.&nbsp; He blushed deeply at the insitence, already knowing he wanted it nearly as much as she did.<br><br>When she made hre dare, Rheanne's eyes widened once again, and he gasped, ready to protest, to ask questions, right up until the most deliciously sexy lips he'd ever encountered pressed against his, kissing him.&nbsp; He responded as best he could, trembling in her arms, shivering and moaning ever so quietly under his breath.<br><br>Like the idea of wearing the uniform, the idea of wearing it to class was already a foregone conclusion, but there were so many questions...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 16:42:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As their lips parted, she smiled warmly at him. "You could of course say no... if you want to hide this during the day, only be Rheanne outside class time, I quite understand. But you would look delicious spending all day studying as a cute little schoolgirl should."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 15:20:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was still flushed with his growing embarrassment.&nbsp; He wanted what she was describing so much.&nbsp; He wanted to live like this.&nbsp; To be a girl in every way he could.&nbsp; To wear the clothes, to hang on her arm, to be whispered about behind his back.<br><br>He wanted to <em>be</em> Rheanne.<br><br>"But.. I'm enrolled as a boy..." he felt and heard the disappointment in his voice as he said it, and he was disappointed.&nbsp; How could he have been so stupid as to not realize all of this before?&nbsp; Being a girl felt so incredibly wonderful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 23:14:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth grinned. "Sweetie... this is college. Time to find out who you are, try new things, and show the world. Remember there's a whole society for 'non-standard' sexual and gender preferences - we met when you grabbed a tab for it..." She smirked. <br><br>"You won't be the first or only girly boy this year... although you will definitely be the hottest."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 12:56:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt the blush growing on his cheeks again at the rampant compliments.&nbsp; He squirmed ever so gently in her arms, a little uncomfortable with being labelled as hot, but at the same time, loving that it could possibly be true.<br><br>"I don't want them to know the truth.&nbsp; Please, can I just.. be a girl?"&nbsp; For some reason, letting people know the truth would make it feel less special.&nbsp; Less exciting.&nbsp; Less desirable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 16:03:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm... that would take some doing. Of course, fake IDs are easy to find on campus... but we might have to set it up so that you get course credit as two people. And the authorities do kind of frown on that - they think it's cheating."<br><br>She gazed at him a moment, then smirked. "But you're worth it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 17:50:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His face fell as she pointed out the obvious problems with his frantic unthinking request.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; I.. never thought of all that."&nbsp; He felt sad for the moment, knowing he'd have to stop being a girl now, in order to go to class.<br><br>Maybe he could just drop out or something.&nbsp; Or skip classes until exams.. or something.&nbsp; There had to be some way he didn't have to stop, right?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 21:22:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Awww... I'm sorry, princess." She gave his corseted waist a comforting little squeeze. "We could arrange it so that only the professors have to know. The students would take you as you are... but if you want to graduate you'll have to decide who as."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 09:26:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt another blush coming on as he squirmed ever so gently in her grasp, wanting to feel the way that corset pinched and hugged so nicely.&nbsp; Silently, Rheanne bit his lip, flushed with the idea of living a secret life, of living a whole life as a girl.&nbsp; The whole idea of it thrilled him to his core.&nbsp; He wished it was a whole lot easier to just.. become Rheanne.<br><br>"What do you recommend?&nbsp; I mean.. for classes."&nbsp; He felt his heart hammering away.&nbsp; What would he do if she suggested that he just tell everyone the whole truth?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 22:36:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ohhh, well, my recommendation would be to get your ID changed. It could be done very discreetly... but then you'd have to be a girl for four years..." She smirked at this idea, reaching up to stroke his hair. "Four years in skirts and dresses, with no-one knowing if you didn't tell them... everyone thinking you were just a pretty little co-ed like all the other girls in class..."<br><br>Then she grinned. "Of course, it wouldn't be <em>practical</em>... but it would be fun..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 09:47:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt his blush growing deeper, warming his cheeks, and probably even showing through the blusher he was wearing.&nbsp; He felt the strain in those carefully worn panties, imagining spending his life as a girl for four whole years without a break.&nbsp; His breathing hitched slightly, his head tilting into the caress of his hair, almost nuzzling Elizabeth's hand.<br><br>His lips parted, almost ready to beg her to show him how when she mentioned practicality.&nbsp; "Wh..why not?&nbsp; Practical, I mean?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-05-2009, 16:17:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you'd need a new place to stay..." She looked around the boudoir, and smirked. "And they wouldn't be able to tell your family if you didn't want them to, but are they the kind to visit unannounced? It would be easier on the whole to only girl you up for special occasions... like a few parties a week, every weekend - hardly ever really," she added with a little laugh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 11:41:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a measure of just how much he was enjoying himself that he already began thinking of ways around the complications she was mentioning.&nbsp; Rheanne could stay with Elizabeth, right?&nbsp; He barely talked to his parents and little sister anyways, right?&nbsp; Unannounced visits wouldn't happen to him, right?&nbsp; His face was already showing signs of panicking that he wouldn't be allowed to be a girl when Elizabeth started talking about everything else.<br><br>His jaw dropped when he realized what she was talking about.&nbsp; Being a boy every day, regularly, and then getting the secret thrill of coming here and getting very much dressed up for a secret life.&nbsp; As he realized what she was talking about, his cheeks flared bright red again.&nbsp; "Yes.. oh yes.&nbsp; Please..&nbsp; I.. I want to be that.&nbsp; I want to... to be your dress up doll."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 14:53:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's my girl." She kissed him then, deeply and lingeringly.<br><br>"Of course, with evening and drop-in classes that you didn't sign up for... I'm still getting you that school uniform." She grinned and kissed him again lightly, keeping him from arguing. <br><br>"Oh... did your school have a cheerleading squad?" she added with a wicked little laugh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 16:26:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moaned softly, enjoying the kiss once again, his hands once again fluttering on her bare shoulders, touching gently, but not taking control or possession.&nbsp; When she broke, once again he gasped softly, his cheeks turning rose with the after effects.<br><br>"E..evening classes?&nbsp; But.. I.. why am..."&nbsp; When things settled down in his mind, Rheanne opened his eyes wide, his lips parting again to protest when she kissed him again.&nbsp; He gasped and moaned under his breath again, starting to lose the train of his thought as her kissing became more frequent and more arduous.<br><br>Finally she asked him yet another question and he was already too flustered not to answer truthfully.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; Yes they did."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 16:31:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then I'll need to get you a uniform for that too, won't I? All the boys love a cute little cheerleader... and you'll be the sweetest." <br><br>She kissed him again, deeply, as she guided him towards the bed. She had him slide back in the seat to keep his skirts smooth, then broke to kiss to bend over and start to lift his skirts up over his stocking-clad legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 16:41:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned softly at the idea of it, remembering the whole school's lusting behaviour towards that little squad of gorgeous girls.&nbsp; They'd all want to touch, to feel, to play.. to do so much more.&nbsp; All the boys would.&nbsp; There were rumours that some of the girls did too, and he couldn't help but feel the way his body reacted to that as well.<br><br>He kissed back, his cheeks bright red with the whole feeling she was rushing through his mind.&nbsp; He went where she guided, feeling the soft satin sliding along the backs of his thighs, the cotton cushioning and covering his bottom as well.&nbsp; <br><br>When Elizabeth started inching up his skirt, he moaned even louder, biting his lip right after to make himself stay as quiet as he could.&nbsp; They were in a dorm, after all.&nbsp; It wouldn't be long before she would find the tops of his stockings, and the straining bulge in the panties just above the garters.&nbsp; Was she going to...?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 16:48:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To answer him, he felt her carefully unclasp the front garters of his stockings and pull down the controlling panties. As his penis was free to rise, she slid out of her own dress and pushed him back, his skirts falling over his front, before she slid onto him, kneeling on the bed with her back straight, the walls of her vagina pulsing around him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 13:45:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He bit off the gasp as she freed him, and he could feel the sudden flood of extra freedom.&nbsp; And yet, he was still encased in satins and silks and soft cottons everywhere else.&nbsp; It was the most perfect incredible feeling he had ever had.&nbsp; Again.<br><br>Rheanne almost sobbed in relief and pleasure as she stripped and cimbed on, and when that heat surrounded him, he pushed, joining them together as quickly as he could.&nbsp; His moan echoed in his ears, and for the first time, he reached out and took hold of her, this time by the hips, holding her still while he got used to parts of him being a man again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 18:29:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her hands took hold of his as she pushed her hips down, tensing her muscles around him to pleasure herself with him and bring him to orgasm as well.<br><br>"You're so...beautiful..." she whispered in a breathy voice as she worked on him. She smiled as she said it, then gritted her teeth and grinned as she pressed down again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 10:23:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let go as soon as she took control, his hands falling limp in her grip, letting Elizabeth guide what was happening.&nbsp; It wasn't going to be long for him, all the excitement of being dressed and teased and the little fears that went with almost being caught over and over.&nbsp; The thrills of not getting caught, of being ogled, and sought after.<br><br>All of together, and now this, feeling her around him, pulling, milking, squeezing.&nbsp; With a long shuddering moan he started to buck, already nearing his peak, but so much wanting to please Elizabeth as well, to pay her back for all the wonderful things she'd done to him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>14-05-2009, 23:47:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she felt him moisten and buck, then continued to push, more for her own pleasure than his as she knew he would pop soon enough...<br><br>"Yeah... that's my girl... that's my girl..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>16-05-2009, 16:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Barely under his breath, he gasped out "I'm a girl, I'm your girl.. ohhhh.. I'm a girrrrl..."&nbsp; His hips were lost to his control, and he could feel himself push harder and deeper, pushing upwards and tensing as he finally couldn't hold back any longer.&nbsp; He expended himself inside of Elizabeth, his mind whirling with images and sensations.<br><br>Surrounded by satins and silks, comforted by laces and cottons, the feel of makeup on his face and lips, the soft feel of his on hair in curls around his cheeks.&nbsp; He was a wonderful beautiful girl.&nbsp; And he was exploding in rapture inside of his.. girlfriend?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-05-2009, 01:47:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't let go as he came, she continued to buck against him until she arched her back and let out a long, shivering sigh.<br><br>Then, she rose, slid free of him and lay on her side, gazing at him through hooded eyes. <br><br>"My beautiful dream girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 13:07:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could feel her finish moments after his own peak rushed through him.&nbsp; He lay there afterwards, panting and heaving, his cleavage appearing and disappearing from his line of sight.&nbsp; Confusion reigned once again.&nbsp; How could he give up <em>that</em> feeling?&nbsp; But.. to have a chest like he could see, to wear these clothes all the time.&nbsp; Maybe.<br><br>Rheanne's blushing cheeks turned to lok on Elizabeth's lovely face, not even wanting to look anywhere else.&nbsp; "Thank you, Elizabeth.&nbsp; Thank you for making me your girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 19:00:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could feel something soft being wiped around his damp, softening penis, and then layers of petticoat being replaced, before Elizabeth laid down beside him, propping her head up on one hand.<br><br>"Oh, you're very, very welcome, my dear. Making beautiful girls is my gift to the world." She grinned for a moment. "And you are my masterpiece." Then she leaned down to kiss him, sliding her tongue in to lead the kiss.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 09:13:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed, and squirmed a little, turning his head away as if he didn't want to see what was happening.&nbsp; It would ruin the verisimillitude.&nbsp; Rheanne shivered slightly as he felt the softness covering him once again, making him whole as a woman all over.<br><br>Once Elizabeth flopped onto the bed beside him, his cheeks were already changing from the flush of post-orgasm to the slight pink of his seemingly perpetual embarrassment.&nbsp; The fact she called him beautiful, and a beautiful girl to boot gave him a thrill beyond measure, and he leaned into the kiss happily, parting his lips to accept her tongue, meeting it with his own.<br><br>As a male, he'd have been thrilled to watch two lovely women making out like they were doing.&nbsp; As Rheanne, he was just thrilled to be touching his creator, let alone the intimacy they shared.&nbsp; Could it get any more perfect?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 15:07:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She held his corseted waist with one hand, caressed his soft ringlets with another, as she lingered in the kiss. Opening her eyes, she gaze deeply into his, her expression warm and tender.<br><br>"Mmm. delightful." <br><br>Kissing him quickly on the lips, she smiled again. "Hungry? We could order in... or find something to wear to go out..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 16:01:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lay there, adoring the touches, and the feel of fingers playing in his hair, and the softness of both her against him and the clothes between them.&nbsp; Everything was so wonderful.<br><br>He smiled up at her when she looked down into his eyes, not wanting to actually cry with joy.&nbsp; Not because he was a male and males didn't cry, but because crying would ruin his mascara.<br><br>He let out a little sigh of happiness after the brief peck on the lips.&nbsp; "I am hungry.&nbsp; Can we go out please?&nbsp; I'd like.. I'd like it if you dressed me up again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 01:32:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I thought you might..." She grinned. "Of course, if you'd wanted to stay in I'd have had you paying the delivery guy in your panties and pigtails. With a tight T-shirt to show off your boobs." She kissed him again.<br><br>"Now... what shall I dress you in to go out? Would you like to choose... or to have no choice in the matter?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 14:29:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rheanne literally gasped in shock at the image of himself presenting such an image to a deliveryperson at the door.&nbsp; He could feel the bright pink of his blush grow a darker shade as the whole situation sank into his mind.&nbsp; Embarrassment warred with wonder.&nbsp; Showing off like that, but... could he pass?<br><br>Out.&nbsp; Right, they were going out.&nbsp; "I... ummm.&nbsp; I trust you.&nbsp; You have amazing taste, and.. I like it when you surprise me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 23:49:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth grinned at his confused little pause. <br><br>As he asked to be surprised, her grin widened. "You are the best dolly I ever had." <br><br>She slid off the bed, smoothing down her skirt, and reached out for his hands. "Let's get you naked, and then I can decide what to do with you next."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 12:59:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached up to take those hands, sitting first and then standing, already lamenting the loss of his dress, and all of the things under it.&nbsp; "I really like being your dolly.&nbsp; And everything else.&nbsp; Do.. I have to take everything off?"<br><br>He pressed his hands down over the shaping corset under the dress, feeling the way it hugged and actually gave him curves.&nbsp; Proper curves.&nbsp; The kind of curves that made him into Rheanne.&nbsp; Curves he really liked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 18:04:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes you do... because I'm planning to get you into a girdle, little lady." Elizabeth winked as she started to untie the tight laces of his corset. He felt the pleasing discomfort lessen as he could breathe more freely, as the cleavage it gave him lessened and he became more boyish again while naked.<br><br>Then she pulled out a waist-cinching black girdle with danglign garters, and winked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 17:55:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As everything came off, he felt a nagging sense of loss, and was suddenly rather embarrassed to be fully nude with her.&nbsp; Somehow, it felt wrong, even after they'd just made love.&nbsp; Shamed, he covered himself with his hands, blushing up a storm.<br><br>When she turned with the girdle, he felt his breath catch, a gasp of surprise and sudden pleasure.&nbsp; "Ohh.. oh yes.&nbsp; Please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 19:26:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are such a girly girl." She grinned as she had him step into a matching pair of black panties, before wrapping the girdle around him, pulling the upper section up and smoothing the lower section down. Stepping around, she started to fasten the back hooks, from the bottom up, flattening his tummy and shaping his waist, then added a matching bra.<br><br>"Now, put on your stockings and I'll find an outfit to go with it." She kissed his cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 13:47:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It felt odd somehow to put panties on first, but he did as she asked, feeling the soft satin once again encasing him and reminding him that he was, at least part time, a woman.&nbsp; The girdle was an even stranger sensation.&nbsp; Used to the all-encompasing feel of a corset, the smaller girdle constrained his hips, and lower tummy, but not his chest, shaping hips properly, but nothing else.<br><br>When she handed him the sheer stockings, he sat down, and with hands that didn't even shake, started to roll them on properly, trying his best to line up the seams just like she had when she did it last time.&nbsp; Of course, that's where he stopped.&nbsp; He'd not remembered exactly how the garters worked, so he looked up at her, confused.<br><br>"Elizabeth?&nbsp; Umm.. help?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 13:59:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth watched him roll on his sheer black stockings with a naughty grin. She smiled like a doting mother as she stepped away from the wardrobe and over to where he sat.<br><br>"Now, pay attention..." <br><br>She carefully clipped the front left garter to the band of his stocking, caressing his band as it settled back onto his leg.<br><br>"Do the rest and then stand up and turn around to show me. There's a good girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 17:44:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was blushing the whole time he watched, feeling her fingers touching and moving, tugging a little on teh stocking, and the girdle at the same time.&nbsp; It looked simple enough on the first glance, and he nodded when she had done the first.<br><br>It took a little longer for him to manage the others, but he did, slowly and carefully making sure they looked as perfect as the one she had done.&nbsp; It felt so much different to feel everything tugging and pulling on each other, and him too.&nbsp; Different but nice.<br><br>Once he was done as well as he thought he could, he stood, gasping at the tugging and slight stretching.&nbsp; He squirmed just a little at first, and then slowly began to turn a circle for Elizabeth.<br><br>"Did I do okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 04:50:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he started to turn, he caught sight of his reflection. The girdle had pulled in his waist and tummy, flared out his hips, working with the full bra to give him the feminine shape he needed.<br><br>As he looked back to Elizabeth, she pointed to a pair of black stiletto heels sitting on the floor nearby. <br><br>"For the full lingerie model effect," she explained with a wink as she gestured for him to put them on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 13:10:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stopped to look into that mirror, once again amazed that there was such beauty there, and that this beauty was actually him.&nbsp; He stared, and posed and even primped just a little, blushing deeper when he slowly turned back to look at Elizabeth.<br><br>She was smiling, of course, as she had at every stage of this delightful discovery.&nbsp; When she pointed at those little heels, and told him why, he nearly collapsed, gasping loud enough to hear it echo in the small room.<br><br>Him?&nbsp; A lingerie model??&nbsp; His cheeks were bright crimson as he sat to pull on the shoes, feeling them tighten his calves, highlight his thighs, and perk up his bum when he stood.&nbsp; Everything felt so much more... feminine.&nbsp; Once again he turned to look into the mirror, glancing first over his shoulder, to see the effect without the marring of the bulge in the front of those tight panties, his blush staying firmly in place.<br><br>When he finally gathered the will to turn, looking into the mirror and revealing that backside to Elizabeth, he whispered out again.&nbsp; "You make me so beautiful..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 06:12:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's easy when you have the right subject matter." She stepped over to join him in front of the mirror, resting a hand on his rounded bottom. "Really, I have as hard a time making myself look remotely decent as making you look gorgeous. Just a little cinching, a little padding, and the right dress."<br><br>She took his hand, with a gentle squeeze, and stepped away, lightly pushing his shoulder to get him to turn and pose for her again. <br><br>"Speaking of... choose a colour. And a skirt length."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 13:05:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt his cheeks colouring again, darkening with the blush all over again.&nbsp; There was no way she needed anywhere near as much work as he did, but he couldn't argue the results.&nbsp; She was amazing in every way.&nbsp; He gasped softly, and tried not to squirm when she touched him on his bottom, fidgeting with his hands on his hips and thighs.<br><br>He offered a small weak smile of thanks when she squeezed, and dutifully began to turn for her, trying to make sure to take the steps right so he didn't stumble in those shoes.&nbsp; The colour was easy to pick.&nbsp; "Pink.&nbsp; I... I like pink.&nbsp; Or white maybe?"&nbsp; He blushed, remembering how exposed he felt with the very short skirt he had worn from the shoppe, and how elegant he felt with the longer ones.&nbsp; "Maybe something in the middle for length?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 16:50:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth grinned as he shyly admitted to liking pink, and teetered in high heels. "I'll see what I can do, darling."<br><br>She stepped away, swaying on her heels with casual ease, and moved into the boudoir.<br><br>"You have great legs... but I can understand wanting a bit more coverage. After all, you're used to hiding them completely, and skirts are a lot less secure... but they feel nice, don't they?" she added with a teasing chuckle.<br><br>"Ah. Here we are. Close your eyes while I get you dressed up, dolly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 13:15:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed a little, and tried not to squirm in place as she called him darling.&nbsp; He felt the flaring of heat in his cheeks while he looked in the mirror, and posed a few more times in the lacy little things she had him dressed in so far.<br><br>Finally, he sat, crossing his legs to maintain the illusion that he was actually more girl than not.&nbsp; When she asked for him to close his eyes, Rheanne stood once again, and nibbled on his lip as he closed those extra-lashed eyes, trying not to fidget nervously.<br><br>"They really do feel nice.&nbsp; I like them a lot.&nbsp; I... I just wanted.. to try, you know?&nbsp; I've never worn these things before."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 23:09:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you'd better get used to them, princess," Elizabeth said with a soft laugh as she stood him up. <br><br>"Because I'm going to have you in skirts and stockings as often as possible. Lift your foot..."<br><br>As he did, he could feel something brush against his stocking, material being drawn up a little. <br><br>"And the other..."<br><br>Now he felt a skirt being drawn up, and a bodice lifted over his tapered waist to his padded bosom.<br><br>"No peeking..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 10:30:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He thrilled at the idea of being 'made' to wear skirts a whole lot.&nbsp; Rheanne knew that Elizabeth wouldn't have to fight very hard at all to make <em>that</em> happen in the future.&nbsp; It was a bit complicated to lift a foot with his eyes closed, not wanting to lose his balance, but he did as instructed, and then the other.<br><br>He had to bite his lip and scrunch his eyes shut extra hard just in time when he wanted to take a look just now, to see what he was being helped into.&nbsp; It felt odd, not being able to identify the fabric even, as it snugged onto hips, leaving everything else below it untouched.&nbsp; The press of the material against his body made him lift his arms slightly so Elizabeth could get it all the way on her pretty little dress up doll.<br><br>Oh he wanted to see so much...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 19:44:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt soft frills around his neck and forearms as his arms were slipped into short sleeves and buttons were fastened at the back, locking him into the dress he now wore. <br><br>Then he felt his eyes being gently brushed and lined, his lips painted, his hair being tied back, soft tresses falling over his face.<br><br>Finally he was gently turned around, pivoting on his high heels.<br><br>"You can look now," Elizabeth murmured.<br><br>Opening his eyes, Rheanne saw herself in the mirror. (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y122/blackandburgundy/sale017.jpg)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 04:15:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took a lot of willpower not to peek, not to even glance at the outfit, especially when he felt pencils and brushes being applied to his face.&nbsp; How was he supposed to figure out how to do it himself if he couldn't watch?&nbsp; Then again, it felt so good to have it done to him, like he didn't have a choice in it, even though he very much did.<br><br>He wriggled a little at the snug feel of the dress, and tried not to fidget before he was allowed to look.&nbsp; When he was finally allowed to look, he felt soft fluttery eyelashes drift up against his face.&nbsp; The appearance was amazing!<br><br>He heard himself gasp, and watched as his hands slid down over Rheanne's form, smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles out of the fantastic little pencil dress.&nbsp; "Oh... oh Elizabeth.. I'm beautiful!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 04:23:37</strong>
			</dt>
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				"Yes you are, princess." Elizabeth beamed with pride as he admired himself, looking down and in the mirror.<br><br>"So, you like it then?" she grinned, running a hand down the soft curling ponytail falling down the nape os his neck and covering the buttoned back of his new dress. <br><br>"It was just the thing for your description, so I had to hope it would fit you... and it could have been made for you." She stroked down the lines of the little cap sleeves. <br><br>"Is it comfortable? Because I am <em>totally</em> taking you out in it." She grinned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 10:42:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He tossed his head back and forth a little, blushing at the appearance of the pony tail bobbing back and forth behind him.&nbsp; It was so feminine looking!&nbsp; His hands lifted up again and touched gently the little poufy shoulders, and just shivered with every touch of hers against him.<br><br>"It's perfect.&nbsp; I... I look like a girl.&nbsp; Like really."&nbsp; It was pretty obvious, and he'd been looking like a girl for hours now, but he loved hearing it, loved saying it even more.&nbsp; Another half turn and he could even see hips, and the suggestion of cleavage to come under the bosom of the dress.<br><br>When Elizabeth mentioned out, he could feel the embarrassed warmth growing once more in his cheeks as he turned to look at her.&nbsp; "Can we really?&nbsp; I mean.. like for dinner and everything?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 15:15:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth grinned as Rheanne admired himself, herself in the mirror, patted his hair, toyed with the trim of his dress. She guessed he would like this look, but was delighted to see him so happy to look so girlish.<br><br>"All part of the service," she assured him as he swung his hips.<br><br>"Absolutely. We're going out, I'm showing you off, girl." She smirked. "What do you feel like? Italian, Chinese?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 12:36:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt himself blushing slightly as he looked at Elizabeth behind him.&nbsp; She seemed happy at his appearance, and he certainly had no complaints.&nbsp; Not for the first time since this day had begun, Rheanne was amazed at how easy it was to be a girl, and just how much he enjoyed being one.<br><br>Decisions were one of those things that he wasn't terribly good at to begin with, but stating a preference was well within his capabilities.&nbsp; He still felt mildly embarrassed at just how feminine his voice truly sounded while he spoke quietly, but it made everything work so much better.<br><br>"Chinese please."&nbsp; It was his perennial favourite.&nbsp; He just loved the chopsticks, truth be told.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 19:42:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth nodded. "As long as you can use chopsticks without getting your new dress dirty." She smirked.<br><br>"Seriously, there's a great one just across campus. Lots of good places to eat... and bars and clubs too. As well as places on campus as well... you can be quite the party girl if you want." She smiled teasingly.<br><br>"It's a warm night, you won't need a coat." She reached out to take his hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 12:31:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He hadn't even thought of a coat, and if he was to admit the honest truth to himself, he didn't want to cover up this beautiful dress, or the way it made him look so very feminine.<br><br>"I've never really been out a lot.&nbsp; I don't know these places.&nbsp; Are.. we going to go to all of them?&nbsp; I don't know if I can be a party girl, Elizabeth.&nbsp; Won't people think I'm kind of a slut or something?&nbsp; What if they take liberties, and you know.. find out?"<br><br>Gently Rheanne slid his hand into hers, still marveling inwardly at how similar they looked together.&nbsp; Both hands slender, fine-boned, delicate looking, and smoothly pale.&nbsp; He sighed a little looking though.&nbsp; Sure, his nails were painted, but they were still short and blunt looking.&nbsp; Just like a boy's.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 22:15:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth squeezed his hand. "Well, don't let them take advantage. Unless you want to, obviously." She winked and smirked. <br><br>She paused as he sighed, and followed his gaze. "What? What is it, the nails? Lots of us have shorter nails, and yours will grow out in about two weeks." She smiled warmly. "Or we can get you some press-ons... but remember we're about to be using chopsticks."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 07:51:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He flustered at the comment, his mouth opening and closing in a little bit of shock.&nbsp; Why would he <em>want</em> them to take advantage?&nbsp; Were people really like that?&nbsp; Did she expect him to be?<br><br>Within moments though, he was re-distracted by the conversation about his nails.&nbsp; "I just.. I don't know.. I kind of want them to be longer, you know?&nbsp; They just look like boy's nails."&nbsp; Press ons sounded lovely.&nbsp; He could take them off when he wasn't supposed to be Rheanne anymore that way.<br><br>Following with Elizabeth as she led him out of her room once again, his cheeks still quite pink, he nibbled his lip slightly before offering one more question.&nbsp; "Do you really think I... I mean... am I really convincing enough to pass?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 02:37:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned, near to giggling, at his shocked expression.<br><br>"If you weren't convincing enough to pass, this would be a private game... you've seen how people look at you. You're a cutie. Totally a girl. You should be proud of that," she added with a wink as she rifled through a chest of drawers.<br><br>"Now... press-ons... press-ons... I know I have a set... aha." In the third, she pulled out a small pink and silver plastic box, and opened it to reveal a set of longish, rounded false nails. "Hold out your hands..." she suggested as she shook a small bottle of adhesive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 11:50:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stopped, of course, delicate hands lifting and presenting to her for adornment.&nbsp; He watched carefully, wanting to make sure he knew how it all worked, all while blushing a deep crimson, almost squirming in place thinking about how proud he really actually was to be seen as a girl.<br><br>"Thank you Elizabeth.&nbsp; For everything."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 04:27:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth began to carefully paint on the adhesive, line up the false nails and hold them in place as they stuck down. <br><br>"Oohhh, you don't have to thank me. I love doing this. I wanted to dress you up as soon as I laid eyes on you, and I just knew you'd be a beautiful girly girl. I should be thanking you for letting me." <br><br>She winked. "Now... what colour polish?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 13:03:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feeling of the nails as they were pressed into place was something unlike anything Ryan had ever felt before.&nbsp; They felt alien, and strange, and yet at the same time, they made his hands feel right.&nbsp; Like they were supposed to have been there the whole time.&nbsp; He thought silently that he'd have to take care to grow his own nails out a little more, although maybe not quite this long.<br><br>"Pink." The word was out of his lips even before he had completely heard and understood the question.&nbsp; It was the right answer, as it turned out.&nbsp; He loved Pink and the way it looked on him, and the way it felt so very feminine.&nbsp; Sure, he shouldn't think in such sexist terms, but no matter how hard the world tried, pink was still perceived as a feminine colour.<br><br>"If.. you know, you think it will match."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 22:25:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course it'll go, here you are all dressed in pink already." Elizabeth smiled warmly as she lifted the bottle of glossy pink nail polish. <br><br>"You've really never dressed before? Because I swear you're girlier than <em>I</em> am." She grinned as she started to paint his false nails, making them blend more convincingly, look like they grew out of his slender fingers. <br><br>"Now, hold your hands up, fingers spread, it only takes a minute but it's still not fast enough."<br><br>As Elizabeth put the cap back on the bottle, he could see hints of glitter in his long pink nails.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 12:34:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed, and lifted the hands up, fingers splayed and trembling ever so slightly, looking at the gorgeous paint and the way it shimmered and glittered.<br><br>"I've really never dressed before.&nbsp; I.. I'm in art... maybe that's why?"&nbsp; He'd always heard that Fine Arts guys were like women anyways when it came to taste in colour.&nbsp; Maybe it was more true than he had realized.<br><br>"Will they dry as we walk?&nbsp; I'm getting kind of hungry."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 00:58:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe... but lots of men are in art and aren't girls waiting to be freed." Elizabeth smiled at him kindly. She held the door for him. "That should be long enough. Don't touch anything for another minute or so, just to be sure. Ready to go back out?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 10:47:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed with the comment, knowing that he'd always been just a bit more effeminate than other boys anyways, let alone the fine arts crowd.&nbsp; He lacked the emo goth scene thing that most of the arts crowd tried to go for these days anyways.&nbsp; He looked horrid in black overdone makeup.<br><br>Rheanne waved his fingers back and forth a little like he'd seen girls doing in the past with fresh polish, and nodded.&nbsp; "Definitely.&nbsp; Where are we going for dinner?"&nbsp; With a lot more ease than he would have had only yesterday, he stepped forward, the heels clicking slightly to help him follow Elizabeth, even without the holding of hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 02:19:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"The Golden Dragon. It's full most weekends but we should be able to get a table for two tonight." Elizabeth beamed happily, walking arm in arm with Ryan, synching her steps so that their high heels clicked together. <br><br>"Or a table for four, and then we can talk about how our boyfriends are always standing us up." She winked, grinned and added "Men!" in a mock disapproving tone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 15:45:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded slightly, taking a breath and following along, just a pair of girls headed out for a light dinner, after all right?&nbsp; He stumbled a couple of times, and blushed furiously at the idea of entering a full restaurant and getting away with it.&nbsp; All of his encounters so far had been pretty brief, not like sitting in a restaurant for an hour and having other people have the chance to actually watch him.&nbsp; Still, the idea made him tingle, and long for it at the same time.<br><br>"B..boyfriends?&nbsp; But... I mean... I wouldn't know what to say... about men, I mean..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 03:19:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth was always ready to catch him if he stumbled, but always at a slight distance, to let him catch himself first, to get used to the feel of walking in skirts and high heels.<br><br>She grinned at his uncertain response. "Of course you do. Guys are easy to explain, and you totally understand them - you managed to live as one for years just by accident. I'm dating this really cute guy called Ryan, and you're thinking of seeing this boy..." She paused and thought for a moment. "So many suggestions, but I'd better be nice. He's called Eli." She winked and pointed to herself, miming writing "-zabeth" in the air.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 11:05:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It took only a short bit for him to get used to walking in heels, without looking like a drunken hooker.&nbsp; He was still a little jittery about it, but he got better almost with every step.&nbsp; Of course, he almost lost it again when she said she thought he was really cute.&nbsp; He could feel the heat in his cheeks, and thanked heavens that it was dark out and it might not be as visible as a result.<br><br>The idea of talking about himself and Elizabeth as guys seemed somehow wrong, but he could see her point.&nbsp; Of course, the one thing that stuck in his brain the easiest as they made their way towards the local Chinese eatery was that she had said he was a guy by accident.&nbsp; Why did that feel so good to hear?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 18:51:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth saw the blush, even if no-one else did, as he stumbled slightly in that step, and reached out to gently take his hand. <br><br>They walked hand in hand along the lane, before separating to cross a road. "Keep up, kitten..." Elizabeth made it look easy as she swayed across the quiet street as the WALK sign flashed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 10:42:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He offered a brief glance of thanks, even though he truly did want to learn how to do it on his own properly.&nbsp; Thankfully, with her subtle guidance and a little more practice, Rheanne felt a little more comfortable in the new shoe style.&nbsp; They still felt a little odd on his calves, but it was worth it for the image.<br><br>It helped that he really enjoyed holding hands with Elizabeth as they walked, all but in silence.&nbsp; Normally he never looked at crosswalks, but today was to be an exception.&nbsp; Checking both ways, he made to head across as quickly, and yet as safely as he could, feeling the much brighter lights of the cross walk above him, almost like spotlights, showing him off to the world.<br><br>It was exhilarating again, and all because Elizabeth had confidence in him.&nbsp; He copied her movements as best he could without making it look like he was staring at her ass and copying her movements.&nbsp; Girls didn't need walking lessons from each other did they?&nbsp; I mean he'd never seen them watching and studying.&nbsp; It was all just natural.&nbsp; The way he wanted to be.<br><br>Across the road he went, trying to remember to breathe while he walked, heading to rejoin Elizabeth on the other side, and inwardly praying that traffic would be kind to a new girl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 18:40:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				One of the drivers waiting at the red light did beep at both of them, but as Rheanne hurried across he could see it was a young man, and he grinned and waggled his eyebrows at the new girl. <br><br>"Brave girl," Elizabeth said as he reached the other side. "And here we are, and you can take a load off those sexy little pins."<br><br>She lead the way to the Orchid Garden restaurant. The woman at the front desk nodded. "Blake, table for two..." She lead the way through to a small table by a picture window.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 12:07:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The beeping startled him at first, and he looked, of course, his eyes widening in surprise.&nbsp; Even more surprising was the expression of the driver, drawing a bright pink blush to Rheanne's cheeks as she flustered and tried to scurry across the rest of the way.&nbsp; Good lord it felt so amazing to be ogled and whistled at.&nbsp; It thrilled him inside, in ways that it absolutely shouldn't.&nbsp; Did real girls feel this way too?<br><br>He blushed even more at Elizabeth's comments, and followed her swiftly into the restaurant.&nbsp; Only when she mentioned a name at the desk did Rheanne look up.&nbsp; Blake?&nbsp; Was that her last name?&nbsp; Did they have reservations?&nbsp; He followed quietly through the restaurant, still blushing when they got a window seat, knowing there would be boys walking by and looking at them both.<br><br>Tucking his skirt under his legs, like he'd seen countless girls do over the years, he slid into the seat and mumbled a quiet little thank you to the hostess, picking up the menu in slightly trembling hands.&nbsp; "Umm.. d..did you make reservations?&nbsp; You knew we were coming here?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 02:42:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I knew we were coming here twenty-five minutes ago." Elizabeth winked. "It takes a while for us girls to get ready, after all."<br><br>She smiled as he adjusted his skirt carefully. "Your're really learning. You could probably make a career as a female impersonator... if you can sing. It'd have to be deep, or people will think you're a girl pulling a fast one." She looked around. "Which is what they think you are." She nodded to a group of college boys passing the window, who looked away furtively as she looked over. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 12:20:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a bit surprised at her comment at first.&nbsp; Learning what?&nbsp; It was only when he realized that she was referring to his fidgeting with the skirt.&nbsp; Once again he felt his cheeks warming with flustered embarrassment.&nbsp; "I.. I'm not very good at singing.&nbsp; I don't even do well in the shower."&nbsp; The idea of spending his life as a female impersonator had a certain amount of appeal to it, but then weren't those people known to be males?<br><br>His head jerked up in surprise when she mentioned 'they,' and he looked around quickly at the crowd of boys walking by, immediately misunderstanding her comment.&nbsp; "Th..they think I'm faking?&nbsp; They can tell?"&nbsp; Worry crept into Rheanne's voice, those made up little eyes widening and hoping that was not the case.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 15:35:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, silly, they think you're a girl." Elizabeth smiled reassuringly and took Ryan's long-nailed hand. "And they're right to." <br><br>She squeezed his hand slightly. "Nobody can tell who isn't expressly looking. Maybe someone who knew you could, but you're a fresh face."<br><br>Then she grinned. "You are so nervous about this, it's adorable. It's just first-night jitters."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 13:02:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her touch was soothing, and he relaxed a little, feeling the creep of an embarrassed blush come onto his painted cheeks.&nbsp; He was making a scene.&nbsp; Slowly, he looked away and back to Elizabeth, trying to calm the thudding of his panicky heart as she calmed him.&nbsp; She always knew exactly what to say.<br><br>"I.. I'm sorry.&nbsp; I guess I'm still trying to figure out... you know, how it's possible I could... do this."&nbsp; Slowly his own hand turned on the table, clasping hers in turn and holding on gently.&nbsp; Looking down, he saw two hands, both women's, holding at a table.&nbsp; A friend comforting a friend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 07:04:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled back gently, holding his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You just have to relax, and enjoy. You do enjoy it, that much is obvious. And you enjoy passing as well as dressing. Oh, I know some dressers who would be so jealous of you, a born passer. So enjoy. And relax," she repeated with a quick grin.<br><br>"Anyway, what do you want to eat?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 12:33:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He offered her a small smile of thanks, and a nod, feeling his new curls jouncing around his blushing cheeks.&nbsp; It took a few extra licks to get his lips back to moist, but he did take a fairly deep breath and try to relax.&nbsp; For a strange moment, he couldn't help but think through his head. <em>Isn't this where you tell the waitress that I want cream of Sum Yung Guy or something?</em> but the thought wasn't worthy of Elizabeth.<br><br>"Umm.. just some vegetable chow mein is good.&nbsp; I'm not really hungry.&nbsp; My tummy's a little fluttery."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 00:02:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Leaving room for dessert," Elizabeth nodded. "Because if you can't relax by then, you're going to become the shy wallflower girl who doesn't let on how pretty she is." She winked and grinned.<br><br>A waitress arrived, carrying a notepad. <br><br>"Hi, we'll start with the vegetable spring rolls, then the vegetable chow mein and the orange chicken with fried rice. Oh, you want anything to drink?" Elizabeth asked Rheanna.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 11:58:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He wasn't halfway certain he wasn't that shy wallflower girl that she mentioned, but his question about what she meant by that statement was cut off when the waitress arrived.&nbsp; He didn't <em>quite</em> gape at the order.&nbsp; It was huge!&nbsp; It wasn't until she finished that he realized, belatedly, that it was for the both of them, and that really, it was a shared appetizer and a single entree each, which wasn't so very much after all.&nbsp; Still, it sounded big at first.<br><br>He was so relieved at the realization that he almost completely missed his cue, looking up with wide innocent well-made up eyes, blinking at the waitress, waiting there as professionally curious as she could be while being bored out of her mind no doubt.&nbsp; He spoke quietly, as he had since this whole thing started, almost whispering, but loud enough to project at least as far as Elizabeth and the waitress.<br><br>"Umm... just some green tea?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 19:04:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That sounds good," Elizabeth nodded. "So for each of us. And some still water beforehand. That's great, thank you." She gave the waitress a bright smile as she nodded, smiled politely, and stepped back. <br><br>"Yes, you're definitely playing the little wallflower," Elizabeth teased once they were alone again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 11:56:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed again and fidgeted in his chair, looking down at the tablecloth in front of him.&nbsp; He wasn't meaning to play at it, he was just embarrassed and sort of flustered, and a little worried about being successful.&nbsp; It didn't help that the whole situation excited him and he still wasn't entirely sure how to feel about being excited to be successful at being a woman.<br><br>One thing he did know, though, was that he <em>was</em> excited by it, and he liked it, and he wanted to continue doing it.&nbsp; He could barely mumble, looking up at Elizabeth and her intently watching eyes right through the made up and fluttering eyelashes.&nbsp; "I'm sorry Elizabeth.&nbsp; I'm not trying to be."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 03:59:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She reached over and took his hand again. "It's okay, Annie, really. I guessed you were a shy little thing as soon as I saw you." She smiled gently. "And the way you blush and flutter your lashes is just adorable. You're just the sweetest girl I know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 18:03:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Annie.&nbsp; He was so startled at the diminutive that he forgot to be embarrassed.&nbsp; He looked up into her eyes, almost searching to see if she was mocking him, which, of course, she wasn't.&nbsp; The way she said it gave him a right to the heart thrill.&nbsp; He was a girl.&nbsp; It felt right.&nbsp; It sounded right.&nbsp; So much that he needed it to be right.<br><br>Barely more than a shy whisper, he managed a breathy little reply, squeezing her hand back.&nbsp; "Th...thank you Elizabeth."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 14:36:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you can call me Liz," she replied with a soft voice and a gentle smile, her thumb gently circling the back of his hand above his.<br><br>Then she leaned back slightly as she heard the waitress returning with their water and spring rolls.<br><br>And her foot rubbed slightly against Ryan's ankle as she did, above the strap of his Mary Jane shoe.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 09:44:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at the allowance, feeling a little better about both himself and their relationship.&nbsp; Pet names, although just shortened ones.&nbsp; They made him feel almost giddy.&nbsp; He felt himself blushing once again at the easy way her caressing thumb touched and stroked and drew those little circles.&nbsp; It send little warm tingles right down through him, making him almost want to squirm.<br><br>He was almost disappointed when the waitress arrived, his cheeks still quite pink from all the blushing he'd been doing.&nbsp; Automatically, his eyes slid down onto the plate, mostly so he wouldn't have to look up into her eyes and see what she thought of two girls sharing an intimate moment together.&nbsp; He could still feel the warmth of Liz's hand in his, and the gentle warmth of where she'd been stroking.<br><br>He was just about to mumble a polite thank you to the waitress when the first touch her her foot rubbed over his ankle, changing the words into an inarticulate soft squeak of surprise.&nbsp; He jerked his eyes up, right through those lovely long lashes, and looked at Liz in amazement for a moment.&nbsp; Only after the waitress was already gone did he stumble out the words "Thank you," but by then it was too late for one, and made the whole thing seem like a reaction to Liz's ministrations.<br><br>Trying not to continue squirming in his seat, feeling the little tingles running up from that casual contact, he gingerly took a spring roll onto his own plate from the serving one, and tried for something approaching normal conversation, even through his voice cracking slightly.&nbsp; "Wh...what did you want to talk about?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 12:33:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Liz suppressed a chuckle at his reaction to her foot rubbing slowly across his ankle. She didn't stop, of course.<br><br>She leaned closer, taking a spring roll for herself after he had.<br><br>And as he asked what to talk about, she grinned. "Boys."<br><br>Then she winked. "Seriously, whatever you're comfortable with, out in the world. College? I didn't even catch what you're majoring in."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 11:49:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feelings continued as she played with his leg, the little shooting sensations continuing to echo around inside of him, making him almost want to squirm in place.&nbsp; Would a girl be getting turned on by this as much as he was?&nbsp; He could tell he was going to have some serious issues controlling himself in future.&nbsp; How much of this could he continue doing?<br><br>He nibbled a little on the spring roll, feeling the warm juicy deliciousness of it as it burst in his mouth, chewing delicately and pulling it away to hold while he calmed himself enough to be able to speak clearly again.&nbsp; He could hear his heart thudding away in his ears, and the nervousness that was shaking all the way through him.&nbsp; Of course, while he was calming himself, he couldn't help but notice the ever so slight stain of colour on the spring roll.&nbsp; The colour of his lipstick.&nbsp; It was incredible how that made him feel.<br><br>Finally, after swallowing, he looked up into her amused eyes, and swallowed again before answering, his voice once again a shivery sounding low, almost husky, definitely feminine sound.&nbsp; "I'm in Fine Arts.&nbsp; Modern Art Appreciation with a minor in painting?"&nbsp; It was the fruitiest damned thing a guy could take really, and his father had told him so often, but he loved painting, and here he could study it.&nbsp; What he'd do with the degree he had no idea, but something would come up.&nbsp; How the hell was he supposed to talk about boys?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 02:55:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm, I like someone with an eye for beauty," Elizabeth said with a warm smile. "I'd love to see your art sometime." <br><br>"And the arts department wouldn't bat an eyelid if you showed up to lectures in a wedding dress," she added with a grin. "I mean, I'm sure there are some boys there who might be a bit surprised to learn what you had under your petticoats... but probably pleasantly surprised."<br><br>And through all this, she continued to slide her feet up his stocking-clad calf.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 10:52:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt the warmth in his cheeks, already having pictured himself painting Elizabeth as a subject in a hundred different ways.&nbsp; More, the suggestion that he could actually <em>be</em> Rheanne and still go to class and get away with it was like a small bomb of electric excitement right in his middle.&nbsp; He wasn't at all sure he would ever let anyone but Liz know what was 'under his petticoats,' the idea being more than a little terrifying.<br><br>He continued to shiver, and squirm at her delicate stroking of his leg with her own, sending even more tingles through him, maintaining that slow, simmering level of arousal in the back of his body while the front of his mind struggled through so many ideas.<br><br>"D..do you think I could?&nbsp; Go to class like that?&nbsp; Or.. in a dress at least?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 14:19:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course." She nodded slightly, still smiling warmly, still playing with his leg and enjoying making him shiver. <br><br>"You wouldn't be the first. Although you would be the prettiest. They might want you to model, or be a guest speaker on a module about representations of gender or something, but they'd respect your privacy if you don't want to." She took a slow sip of her water. "I know some guys at the fashion department who'd love to get you for their semester catwalk shows, too..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 11:06:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He stared.&nbsp; He could even feel his jaw drop at the things she was suggesting.&nbsp; Be open about it?&nbsp; Just tell <em>everyone</em>?&nbsp; He could never do that.&nbsp; He'd be so embarrassed all the time!&nbsp; Still, the idea of being dressed up and sent out on a catwalk, to model, to show off, to be seen as one of those super desirable girls that everyone lusted after.&nbsp; It was enough to nearly send him off.<br><br>He barely gasped, still flustered by the constant touching and rubbing, enjoying both the actual contact, and the soft feel of his stockings being pressed against his skin.&nbsp; "M..me?&nbsp; Model?&nbsp; I... Liza, I just... I can't even believe... I'm not <em>that</em> pretty..."<br><br>Why was it he had already thought of a few things to say in front of a class about dressing up?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 19:56:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true," she assured him, seeing him flustered and excited by turns at the idea. "You <em>are</em> that pretty, girlfriend."<br><br>Then she leaned back, and he felt her foot slide down his calf to his ankle but not <em>quite</em> separate, the toe of her shoe tapping ever so slightly against the buckle of his high-heeled Mary Jane.<br><br>"We should eat, then we can decide what to do next." She winked quicly as she suggested that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 11:15:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivered once again at the long slow gentle stroking of that foot, and even loved the way his own shoe felt when she tapped it, however unconsciously.&nbsp; Truth be told, there wasn't a single part of anything they had done together that didn't excite him incredibly much.<br><br>The idea of living openly like this still scared him a lot, letting everyone and sundry know he was a Drag Queen.&nbsp; Just how much teasing and constant denigration would he have to put up with?&nbsp; Would the support and well-wishes from Liz and whoever else be enough to counter it all?&nbsp; Did he really care?&nbsp; So many confusing questions while he nibbled down the last of his spring roll, trying to be delicate about it and not mess up his manicure.<br><br>"Wh..what did you have in mind for.. umm... after dinner?"&nbsp; Not a small part of him hoped that she wanted to go out to a club or something.&nbsp; Somewhere he could be shown off.&nbsp; Where people would look and agree with her.&nbsp; The other part of him railed at not being dressed properly for clubbing.&nbsp; Somehow, there wasn't a part of him that was trying to tell him that it would be wrong to go clubbing as Rheanne.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 17:02:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth smiled at his attempts to eat daintily, which were largely successful. He might need a finger bowl to clean his long painted nails of lingering crumbs, though.<br><br>She herself took up her chopsticks, clicking them together as she found their balance and started in on her neatly sliced orange chicken, sticking rice to her sauce before she lifted the first slice to her soft lips.<br><br>"mmm... good. Well," she said, looking up at him, and her foot sliding around his ankle as she did, "I was thinking we might go out... or I might take you home. What would you like?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 13:09:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The whole dainty thing really didn't work well, given how juicy the rolls were.&nbsp; He glanced upwards after he had begun to slip those dainty fingertips and the long nails into his lips to clean the sweet juice off them.<br><br>Watching Liz use those chopsticks with such ease was more than a little embarrassing.&nbsp; He'd never managed to learn how, and now with the added nails, there was little chance he'd be learning tonight.&nbsp; Once again he felt his cheeks flushign slightly at the constant caressing of her foot over his ankle.&nbsp; Did all girls do this sort of thing?<br><br>"I.. am I dressed for going out?&nbsp; I mean.. I'm a little frumpy.. aren't I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 02:51:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth was obviously well used to long nails, using them to steer the sticks before her fingers themselves held the chicken in place with more strength. <br><br>Seeing him hesitate before picking up cutlery, she smiled. "Don't worry, it's harder than walking in heels. And the glue isn't that strong anyway.. so you have till your nails grow to learn."<br><br>As he shyly asked about what he wore, she grinned. "Is that a request to go home and get dressed up in something really tarty?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 10:19:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed again at the ease with which she seemed to read his face, and he wondered how on earth she ever was going to expect him to pass while she could figure out what he was thinking just by watching.&nbsp; He nodded a little at the instruction on the chopsticks, and watched for a few minutes more before beginning to try himself.&nbsp; As he had figured, it was as difficult as he first thought.&nbsp; In short order he'd be getting frustrated and hungry and just go for fork and spoon as usual.<br><br>The idea of being allowed to dress up again was as exciting as anything they had done or talked about doing so far, and he felt himself squirming in his chair a little, remembering the way feeling new things slide onto his body at her direction made him feel.&nbsp; "T..tarty?&nbsp; I mean, is that what we should wear out?"<br><br>Why was it that the idea of being dressed like that and paraded about to the clubs was making his heart race and excitement flood through him?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-09-2009, 17:05:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth smirked at his barely concealed excitement as she nodded. "Definitely... you will at least. Dressing a nice girl up as a little slut is always delicious... tarting you up, showing you off... I bet there's a look you've fantasised about, you'll be in it soon..." <br><br>Then she chuckled as he dropped what he was holding in his chopsticks. "You can use your fork if you'd like, kitten." She winked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 10:16:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had nearly resigned himself to once again not getting to actually eat anything at a Chinese food restaurant when Liz mentioned using the fork and being okay with it.&nbsp; Too many purists out there these days.&nbsp; He tossed a look of gratitude her way and immediately abandoned the little bamboo things.&nbsp; "I really need to learn how to use them some day, but tonight I'm kind of hungry."<br><br>He'd managed three big heaping forkfuls before pausing in his ravenous eating, and blushing again.&nbsp; Here he was eating like a little piggy!&nbsp; Girls didn't eat like that!&nbsp; He gently set the fork down and chewed until it was all gone, watching Liz take her meal and eat so daintily.&nbsp; So many things to remember and do.<br><br>"Um... what.. sort of tarty do you think would be best for me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Making Of A Sissy (charliesariel and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 03:31:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth nodded as he mentioned learning to use chopsticks. "Long nails will actually make it easier, I think. Real nails definitely will, long or short - less of that bending and shifting."<br><br>As he slowed and asked what sort of tarty, she smirked. "Oh, we'll have to try a few to find the one that suits your inner tramp best." She winked and smiled suggestively as she tapped another piece of chicken against the side of her plate to shake off a little excess sauce. "I can turn you into any kind of slut I want... What came to mind when I suggested it?"
			</dd>
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