Dream Team

Continued from: The Tears of the Sissies will Water the Meadows of France

The day had arrived for Remy, the sissy boy from France, to join the girls and I for his fantasy session. I would be playing the role of the strict Schoolmarm. 

(Not sure what I'm doing with my hands in this one)

I arranged for one of my older, male, slightly creepy clients to play the role of the leering Principal in this all-girls school. Then, as I stated in the previous post, I put together my dream team of fellow students. Beautiful women who would like nothing more than to tease, humiliate and belittle poor Remy, as the new foreign exchange student. 

Check out my dream team: 

We have Summer.

The bubbly best friend who's skirt is not regulation length, just to drive the boys mental. 

Nancy. 

The more mature, senior schoolgirl who is the leader of this group and close assistant to the teacher. "Assistant" could be synonymous with tattle-tale. 

Finally, the new girl, Carley. 

The goth-girl, maybe the wild-child, believed to be unpredictable. This will be her first playdate at my Facility so I'm not sure what this little pixie is gonna do. She does look great in her uniform though. I can't wait to see what this little sniper is capable of.  

There was absolutely no fuckin' around when this French wiener arrived. I booked him in personally, dressed in my role and wielding a cane. He was booked in through the cellblock area so he could truly appreciate his impending peril. Every stich of his clothing was removed, right down to the little pink, clit cage that he wore to his session. 

This was my view as I towered over him. He was completely hairless below the eyebrows, he lacked muscle tone for a man, and his pathetic little thingy looked like so: 

Ick! We need to get that little clit hidden beneath some panties, forthwith! I seized control of the keys to his little clit cage and locked them away with his boring, boy clothes. 

When Remy originally booked this multi-day session, he wanted to be dressed like the other girls. But just to make things worse for him, I didn't do a full transformation with makeup or a wig. I wanted him to still look male, just to humiliate him further, in the presence of my beautiful girls. 

Appearing outwardly male for day one was my rule, but dressed like a schoolgirl. He will have to show me that he truly wants to be a girl. He will need to behave like one, sit like one and learn how to please men like one, before I'll continue his transformation beyond his mere attire alone. 

Which outfit should we go with? I had three options that fit him. 

Option A:

(Not a huge fan of the shorts, but you can see his locked up little clit-bulge in the front)

Option B:

(It's important that he be in high heels, as he clicks around the classroom)

Option C:

(Look how ridiculous he is, dressed like that!)

Once I get him dressed, he will feel sick to his stomach with humiliation. Then I'll finally present him before the girls and tell him to introduce himself as Lena, his sissy name. 

Poor Lena is going to be in for a long few days! She's already crying and I haven't even caned her yet. 

Stay tuned. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Les Misérables