Sissy Boy Salon (Very Early GBP's Work)

So I've found this story from back when GBP's first started. I warn you it's very rough and unedited. Still, I wanted to share it :)

Sissy Boy Salon

Chapter 1

I’d been told to wait outside of the principal’s office many times in my life so far, but this time it felt much more serious. Myself and Ryan had been split apart and told to sit in separate rooms as the Sherriff and Principal Johnson interrogated us both, one by one. I couldn’t believe how serious they were taking our little prank on Aaron. It’s got so out of hand! They're so open about it here, can’t they take a sissy boy joke!?

Sitting alone in the cold quiet room, just off from the principal's office, my mind keeps wondering how I’ve even got to this point in my life. Every time I think about my father, and what he’s done to me and Mom, I can feel the hate for him rising up like a boiling pot inside me.

Forced into it, by my father leaving, Mom and I have only just recently moved to this god-forsaken town. I knew she wanted me to settle in, but nothing here felt right! It was enough for my father to have homosexual tendencies, but to have it thrown in my face here constantly was horrifying!

Literary the only good thing I had going on was my new relationship with Ryan and that I’d manage to get myself onto the cheerleading team.

All of that was on the line right now, but I honestly couldn’t care less! People don’t care about me, so why should I care about them! Aaron deserved what we did! He’s so outwardly gay and floating around like a princess all the time. It makes me sick!

“Felicia, we are ready for you,” Principal Johnson states as he opens the door and glares directly at me.

His facial expression looked serious, but I wasn’t intimidated by this guy.

“Screw you!” I yell as I kick back and put my feet up on the table.

Principal Johson just huffs and puts his palm to his forehead. He looks stressed.

“Felicia,” he moans in exasperation. “If you don’t come right now, the Sheriff is more than happy to take you to the police department and press charges.”

“So what!” I hiss back in reply.

“Trust me,” he says in a sincere tone. “You’re already on extremely thin ice with everyone in this town.”

I knew he was right, but I didn’t want him to know that, so I throw my seat back against the wall. As I stand, It clatters about as metal hits the brick wall. He sighs as the noise stops, but I didn’t care for his judgemental expression. I just flick the hair from my eyes and attempt to barge past him.

“In there!” he demands as he points to his office.

Managing to Barge past him, I kick open his office door with my foot. The door clatters to a halt and the glass in the door rattles like it wants to shatter.

“Sit down!” Principal Jonhson insists from behind me.

Huffing obnoxiously, I throw myself down in a child-like tantrum. Principal Jonhson does the same, but behind his large ‘compensating for something’ desk.

The room was completely crammed full of people. Behind his desk, the Sheriff. To my left, Aaron and his angry-looking Mom. To my right, Ryan and his Mom, who I hadn’t even had the chance to meet yet. She looked pretty distraught, with tears running down her face. The one person I wasn’t surprised to see absent was my Mom. That bitch didn’t care about me!

“Right then,” Pricinple Johnson says with a cough, getting the attention of the room. “Let's go over the line of events shall we?”

“Where’s my upset Mother?” I interrupt sarcastically as I lean back into my chair and shrug my shoulders.

An awkward silence fills the room as they all looked around at each other and silently judge.

“Yeah!” Ryan's mum pipes up. “Where is this vindictive little girl's mother?”

“Mom!” Ryan whines. “Felicia’s my girlfriend, don’t talk about her like that!”

Annoyed by his comments, his Mom softly whacks him round the back of the neck and glares.

“Boy!” she motherly commands. “You ain’t going out with this nasty girl anymore!”

Throwing my head back, my hair falling in front of my eyes, I scoff.

“You think he can do better than me!?” I fire the question at her.

I watch as my comments land and both their faces turn sour.

“My Hunny bun is the quarterback on the football team!” She replies with fire in her voice. “He can do so much better than your….. tomboy-looking self!”

Flicking the hair from my eyes, I huff.

“What tomboy has lush curls like these!” I retort as I run my arm under my long curly blonde hair.

“Ok enough,” barks the Sheriff as he slams his palm down onto the desk.

“Thank you,” Principal Johnson mutters as he fixes his tie. “Now, let me run through the events as I understand.”

Silence once again falls over the room. I look over at Aaron and his mother. He looks like he’s about to burst into tears.

“Now,” Principal Johnson says with a throat-clearing cough. “This is how I understand what's occurred. Last night, Ryan and Felicia messaged Aaron to come and meet them at the athletics track. Aaron, you went to meet them because you and Ryan used to be friends and he said he needed help with something, right?”

“Totally,” Aaron replies as he wipes a tear from his eye. “I thought Ryan wanted me…..to help him with something.”

“Right,” Principal Johnson agrees. “So once you got to the athletics track, they jumped you, forced you to the ground, and then proceeded to tie you up against the flag pole.

“Y…yes,” Aaron answers with a whimper.

Principal Johnson then turns and stares directly at me. The sort of stare that an owl gives before it catches its prey.

“Ryan and Felicia, do you disagree?” He asks with contempt.

I nonchalantly shake my head from side to side. “Nope,” I answer.

Ryan shifts nervously in his seat.

“Coach isn’t going to drop me for this….is he?” He asks with a plea. “I’ve got a huge future in football and you guys can’t hold me back from that because of this!”

Ryan’s Mom answers what we were all thinking by slapping him on the back of the head. He’s an ok quarterback, but in no way was going to make the big leagues. As much as he’s a little deluded, I kinda liked that about him. If anything, he is confident and has an ego to match.

“Ok, shall I continue?” Principal Johnson asks as he glares at Ryan. “So once tied up, you both proceeded to undress Aaron. Once he was naked, a wig, bra, and women's underwear were forced on him.”

I chuckle, as I remember the sight of him desperately trying to squirm free wearing my bra and panties.

“I would like those panties back when you're done with them!” I giggle as I watch Aaron become enraged and upset.

Ryan lets out a small chuckle at my joke. I turn to him and give him a playful grin. It was nice to remember why I liked him in the first place. His joy is soon turned as his Mom gives him another slap on the back of the neck.

“Are you both finished?” Principal Johson commands as he impatiently taps his finger on his desk.

I nodded for him to continue, but I couldn’t help but keep grinning.

“You both then proceeded to write the words ‘Sissy boy,’ ‘Fag,’ and ‘gayboy’ across his body in lipstick,” He says as he pauses, looks down, and reads his notes. “Sissy boy written across his chest and fag written on his forehead,”

I look down at my perfectly shaven legs. I could feel the judgment from everyone in the room and I couldn’t stand to look them in the face. Adjusting my dress, which had ridden up to my upper thigh, I cross my legs. I’d hoped if things turn sour, I could use my feminine charm and maybe give a blow job or two to make this go away. My little black dress was always a winner with the boys, hopefully, it won’t let me down now.

“Once you’d both defaced the poor boy, you proceeded to stick a large carrot up his rectum,” He continues talking and winces as he does. “You both then decided to post pictures onto social media. Pictures of him tied up. Pictures with the captions asking for a gentleman to go, and I’m quoting, fuck this little sissy boy until he crusty with cum.”

I didn’t care for their judgmental looks. I couldn’t bring myself to look up and check, but I could tell they blamed this all on me. To be honest, listening to Aaron’s sobbing whimpers didn’t fill me with any good feelings.

“Do you agree that is what’s happened?” Principal Johson barks.

I look over at Ryan, who’s also just looking down at the floor. Like me, he’s just nodding in agreement. I guess neither of us really wanted to admit to what we’d done when it’s spelled out to us like that. It was supposed to be a prank! A harmless bit of fun.

“Do you both understand that you’ve committed several offenses?” he continues yelling. “You could have easily been arrested for this and charged.”

“Why aren’t we then?” I petulantly interrupt.

The principal slams his fist down on the desk. Several pens jump up with the impact.

“Listen girl!” He yells as the angry vein on his head pops out. “You are extremely lucky that young Aaron and Mr’s brown haven’t pressed charges!”

Before I had to chance to react to his aggression, with a snarky comment, Mrs. Brown stood up. He loudly cleared her throat and stood directly behind me.

“I believe,” she says softly as she places her hand on my shoulders “I believe that this kind of bigotry needs only education….not punishment.”

I turn to face her and shrug her hands off my shoulders. Who in the hell does this woman think she is?

“Lady,” I scoff. “What the hell are you going to teach us?”

We both glare at each other as an extremely awkward silence fills the room. I knew Aaron’s Mom ran a local salon, which was made clear by her lush hair. Under different circumstances, I’d probably been asking how she gets her hair so plump. Her hair looked incredible! Shame it’s attached to such a troll of a woman.

“Mr’s brown,” Mr. Johnson interrupts, breaking the silence. “Please sit down.”

Turning to face his outburst, I feel Aaron’s Mom run her hands under my hair. She raises it up and allows it to fall from her hand as she walks away.

“Pretty hair,” She comments as she sits down, but continues to stare me out. “Would be a shame if something happened to it.”

I couldn’t help but glare back at her! I knew my hair was sexy. If this bitch touched it again, that would be the end of her!

“Felicia,” Principal Johnson yells as he slams his fist down again. “We are going to give you both choice.”

Fidgeting in my chair with curiosity, I look at Ryan and throw him a confused look.

“Giving us a choice?” Ryan pipes up, just as confused as me.

“Yeah, what are you on about?” I ask following up from Ryan.

Principal Johns holds up both his hands. With his left hand, he has one finger up. With his right, he has two fingers up

“Choice one,” he states as he wiggles his single finger on his left hand. “You both go to the courts and Aaron and Mr. Brown press charges. I warn you, the courts have already decided they want to make an example of you both.”

I look over at Ryan, and he’s shaking his head. I suppose I don’t really want to go down that route either. I mean, it would be all over the local news and we’d never live it down. Pretty much ruin our lives just over a small prank!

“Choice two,” he continues. “You both agree to go with Mr’s Brown and work in her Salon. You will be under her care. Live under her roof and live by her rules. She will re-educate you both. Once your re-education is complete, we will consider the situation resolved.”

I look at Ryan again, and he’s looking back at me. He almost looks like he’s awaiting upon my answer. I shrug at him and he shrugs back.

“So…, all we’d have to do is go work at her salon?” I question.

“What about my football career!” Ryan blurts out. “I can’t do both!”

“Ryan,” Mr. Johson chuckles. “Once you’ve completed your re-eduction, you can try out for the team again.”

“Ok!” Ryan smiles with delight. “I’m up for that. I want to work in her salon.”

Mr. Brown sits forward in her chair and grins. “Good.”

“What about you?” Principal Johson asks as he leans forward over his desk and taps the table to get my attention. “Is it the courts or working with Mr’s Brown?”

I throw my head back in exasperation. “Oh fine!” I complain. “What's the deal then…. If we misbehave, we are to be arrested and charged?”

“Exactly that,” Mr’s brown smirks “You are both to do exactly what I tell you. Any backchat and you’d find yourself down in court quicker than you can say Pop-Tarts.”

Oh god! How is this woman planning to ‘educate’ us? Images of cartoon characters with their eyes pinned open, sitting in front of a screen with recurring images comes to mind. I suppose that is better than potentially going to jail.

Chapter 2

So it turned out that my Mom had been contacted about this arrangement and she was very happy for it to happen. What is it with my parents and not caring for me!?

That was the only thing I could think about as we are thrown into the back of her station wagon, with just a small bag of our own stuff. We hadn’t been given a chance to pack anything else. Just a small amount of things. It was fine by me! If she wants me to wear her clothes then so be it. It was Ryan that was more concerned, he wouldn’t fit into Aaron's clothing. What was he going to wear…?

Heading towards her place and our new work in her Salon. I hope she knew that both of us didn’t plan to make this easy on her. If she’s going to teach us to cut hair, it’s not going to be a walk in the park!

Arriving at her place and parking behind the salon, our new home was going to be above it. The building looked pretty old, with very 1920’s architecture, but still pretty massive. The Browns clearly had money! Just had me wondering what the hell Mr. Brown did for a living.

“Whoa,” I gush as swing open the door and gaze upon their place for the first time. “This place is huge!”

Was very much the opposite of what my family had been forced to move into. Mother didn’t have much money, so we lived in a one-bedroom place. It was all we could afford. It did mean that I slept on the sofa most nights.

No one replies to my comments and Ryan just grabs his bag from the trunk and starts anxiously shuffling his feet on the spot.

I poke him in the arm and point up to the building.

“Dude, have you seen this place. Must have like nine bedrooms!”

As I gaze up, Mrs. Brown stands in front of me and shoves my bag into my arms. Off-balance, I back peddle but catch myself from falling.

“Hey!” I moan as I glare at her. “I was just admiring your place!

“Just get inside!” she snaps as she clicks her finger and points at the door. “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

Flicking my hair with a huff, I reluctantly do as I’m told. She leads us into the front door. The place was just as I expected. Well decorated, with expensive furnishings. It also seemed like quite the labyrinth. Doors and staircases going off in both directions as you enter. Aarons walks off into one of the nearby rooms and leaves us with his mother.

“You two!” she orders as drops her bag down and takes her heels off. “Come with me.”

The women look a little less intimidating with her heels off. She’s my height. I feel like I could take her in a fight.

We follow her for what feels like a good few minutes. That’s when she opens the door to what looks like a staff room. The room is very plain and a little cold. A small table and chairs are in the middle while a tiny kitchen is off to the side. We must be near the salon part of the shop.

“Sit down,” Mrs. Brown insists with a click.

Sitting like petulant school kids, we throw our bags to the floor and slump.

She stands legs apart, in a power stance and glares. “Please refer to me as Georgina.”

I look over at Ryan. He’s just nodding aimlessly. He looks a bit of a dope.

“We need to protect you both from the hate of the town.” She grins as she starts pacing around the table. “You both have upset a lot of people. So we need to give you both new names and identies.”

I smile at the idea. “Can I be called Flowering Thunder?” I say mockingly

Ryan looks up from the floor and gives the first smile I’d seen from him all day.

“Sweet,” he chuckles. “Can I be called Maxx Power?”

Giggling like school kids, we look at each other with smug expressions. Our laughter soon stops as Georgina gracefully walks up to Ryan and strokes his chin. He looks up at confused, as she looks lovingly into his eyes. I could instantly tell something was off. She looked completely demented.

“Oh silly boy,” she mutters in an almost sinister tone. “That’s not going to be your name. I still haven’t told you both the best part yet…..have I?”

“Best part?” Ryan questions looking nervous.

Georgina's face turns sour and a sinister grin grows wide across her face.

“Since you need educating about transexuals, you will be living here as one.” She states as I watch Ryan’s face turn pale.

“What!?” he stutters as she swipes her hand off his chin. “I can’t become a tranny!”

“Oh sweetie,” she laughs. “You are and will be a girl.”

Ryan looks over at me in shock. I could only shrug my shoulders and smile. What did he want me to say?

“No way!” Ryan Protests.

“I think your new name will be Rebecca,” Georgina tells him. “Oh and yes, this is happening, sweety. From now you will dress like a girl, act like a girl, and be treated like a girl.”

I couldn’t help but snigger. My boyfriend is being forced to be a girl! This is so funny!

“Don’t worry Rebecca,” I joke. “I can wear the pants in our relationship if you want.”

Ryan glares at me with daggers. “Shut up Felicia,” he spits in anger.

I jokingly hold my hands up in surrender. My boyfriend appears to be already on his time of the month!

My face is awash with delight as I entertain thoughts of Ryan being a girl. That delight is soon gone and my daydream broken, as Georgina presses the back of her hand delicately against my cheek.

“Oh Felicia,” she says softly. “I’m glad you find this so amusing.”

I swipe her hand off my cheek and clench my teeth. I look up at her with fire in my eyes, only to see her looking down at me with pity.

“My sweet Felicia,” she says pulling the same sinister grin as before. “You will also be living the life of a transexual woman.”

“What?” I ask in comical bemusement. “How can I live the life of a trans woman? I’m already a woman you dumbass!”

Laughing at her stupidity, I could see the rage build up inside her. Her eyes had a look as sharp as daggers as she glared down at me.

“Let me show you!” She grunts.

Without a second to react, she’d swiped at my hair and grabbed a massive clump. The pain was immense as she pulled me to my feet.

“Come with me you arrogant little shit!” She sneers as she starts dragging me across the room.

There was no way I was going to take this from her! With rage and all my fury, I swing with her with my left hand, aiming to punch her square in the face.

I swing at her with speed and for a moment it looks like a clear knockout.

“Stop!” She cries as she catches my fist mid-flight.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was like something from a movie. She’d moved her hand so quickly to block my punch, it left me deflated.

I could see the smile appearing across her face as she saw the fight drain from my eyes. Like a tidal wave, panic started setting in. Who the hell was this woman! Where did she learn to do that!

She didn’t give me more than a second to take in what was happening before she yanked my hair down, pulling my head back. The ceiling was the only thing I was now able to see, but I could feel forcing open my fist and pressure locking my wrist. She had me under her control. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t even see her.

“RYAN!” I cry to help. “Help me!”

Georgina's pressure hold to my wrist tightens as I hear the movement of a chair scraping on the floor. I knew Ryan was coming to help, but he needed to be quick! It felt like she could snap my wrist at any moment.

“Rebecca!” Georgina yells in anger. “Sit the hell down!”

“My name is Ryan!” I hear him cry, as movement sounds occur. I had no idea what was happening. All I could hear was a scuffle and grunting. Georgina’s grip on me didn’t waver, but I could feel her moving around as she gripped me.

“Ryan get her!” I scream as the pain intensifies.

That’s when I hear a sound, like a heavy sack of something, hitting the floor.

“Oh dear,” Georgina then says giving a sinister laugh. “Probably best you sleep now!”

Mercifully, Georgina lets go of my hair and allows me to stand up straight. As I lift my head up, I see Ryan laying unconscious on the floor.

“What the!” I scream in terror! “Let go of me!”

“Don’t worry,” She smirks as she increases the pressure on the wrist making it feel like it could crack at any moment. “Rebecca will be fine.”

“You bitch!” I whimper! “You can’t do this to us!”

“Oh my dear,” she says calmly. “Yes….. yes I can and there is nothing you can do about it!”

I try to wriggle free from her tight grip.

“I will tell the cops the first chance I get!” I hiss in desperation.

“You think they are interested in what two little homophobic punks say?” She mockingly asks as she tilts her head to one side. “This whole town wants me to educate you and that’s what I plan on doing!”

“You can’t do this!” I cry as tears dribble from my eyes. “I’m sorry for what we did! Really I am! Just please just let us go!”

“You can go once you’ve been educated,” she answers abruptly. “I’ve had enough of this! I think it’s time for your transformation!”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper again as she uses her pressure hold to force me to my knees. “I’m so sorry.”

“Time for you to go to sleep like your new sissy boyfriend,” She snorts

I feel the air pressure around the back of my head change as a swift and sharp blow hits.

Chapter 3

The first thing I could feel, as my eyes slowly struggle open, was the soreness on the back of my head. The bitch must have knocked me out, just like she had Ryan. So much for me being able to take her. She must be ex-military or something.

“Owww,” I moan as I start moving.

I must have been laying on a bed, I could feel the sheets below me as I moved around. Fully opening my eyes, I could see the ceiling. It was different from the room we’d been in before. It looked a little more homely and less like a stock room.

Even though I had a cracking headache, I could feel other things with my body that didn’t feel right. The weight around my chest seemed much heavier. I could also feel lumps and objects around my thighs and crotch. Felt very strange, like something things have been attached to me.

I could also feel the cold in the air upon my head. I’d never felt the chill on the skin on top of my head before. What the hell is going on?

“Mom!” I hear the voice of Aaron call out from within the room. “Felix is waking up?”

Felix….? Who the hell is that?

“Thanks, sweety,” I hear Georgina say as her footsteps approach me.

Her smug face appears in front of me as she leans over me on the bed.

“How are you feeling Felix?” She asks with a smile.

“My name’s Felicia,” I mumble still a little confused.

“Mmmm,” she ponders as she places her hand on my forehead like she’s checking for a fever. “Seem’s Felix is still a little confused Aaron. He thinks his name is Felicia.”

Still not understanding what's happening, I look on confused as they continue talking.

“Mom,” Aaron replies. “Maybe that’s the name he wants to be known as?”

“Oh no,” Georgina turns to him and answers. “He can’t have that as his transition name. That’s the name of that nasty girl who’s just moved to the town.”

“Oh yeah,” Aaron sniggers. “What about Sarah? Do you think he’d like us to call him that from now on?”

“Do you like that?” Georgina asks as she lifts me up in the bed and leans me up against the headboard. “Wannabe called Sarah?”

“What?” I reply very confusedly.

As I sat up and steadied myself, I was distracted by how light my head felt. It was like something is missing. Slowly reaching up, I watch Aaron, who’ standing in the corner of the room, and Georgina, who’s standing in front of me, grin like crazy people.

“Wha!” I scream, as I quickly realize that my beautiful hair is missing. Replace by skin and stubble. My head felt like a man's chin.

They both smirk and giggle as I feel the blood drain from my face in pure misery.

“What the hell have you done to me?” I yell in anger, as I keep searching, hoping all my hair wasn’t gone.

“Felix…Oh sorry, Sarah.” She corrects herself. “ I don’t know what you mean?”

“Where is my hair!?” I sob.

“Oh,” Aaron interrupts. “Does he…. sorry she, mean her wig?”

“That must be it!” Georgina snaps, as she points at a side table with a jet-black wig hanging from a mannequin's head. “Pass it to me and I will help him……err….. sorry her put it on.”

Aaron passes the wig to her and she tries to place it on my head.

“No!” I cry as I bat her advances away.

All I wanted to do was get out of this situation and re-group. I didn’t even know what had happened to Ryan. I needed to find him and make sure he’s ok.

Trying my best to get up from the bed with speed, I notice more changes in my body. The weight on my chest had doubled from what I was used to. Looking down to investigate, I couldn't believe my eyes. My tits had been covered over with huge, very fake breasts.

“What the fuck!” I exclaim as I touch the breast forms hanging from my chest for the first time. They didn’t even remotely look real. Why would I want to wear these? My boobs are ample enough, I didn’t need to wear fake ones.

“Oh yeah, we glued your forms onto your chest for you,” Aaron says. “I hope you don’t mind. We knew you wanted to start feeling feminine and what better way than with massive tits hanging from your chest.”

“Wha!” I ask perplexed.

Georgina then places a comforting arm around my shoulder, as I sit on the edge of the bed, almost paralyzed in confusion.

“They look good on you Sarah,” She tells me. “Gotta get used to wearing a bra now, huh?”

“But, but!” I stutter. “I already….. wear….. bras”

They both mockingly laugh out loud as I look at them both in bewilderment.

“He….. oh sorry, she’s getting in the spirit Mom,” Aaron smiles. “Do you think it’s time to cage his boy clit?”

“Good idea.” Georgina’s nods and stands

“What are you doing?” I ask as I nervously watch them both move about the room.

Georgina then pulls a small blue metal cage, with a tiny red heart-shaped padlock from a nearby draw and dangles it from her fingertips.

“Rebecca took really well to her chastising today,” She says with a serious expression. “I expect you to allow us to cage you with no hassle too!”

“What the hell do you mean cage me?” I ask, shaking a little with worry.

“Oh sweetie,” she says throwing a comforting smile as she sits next to me on the bed. “You’ve come here to work and transition into a woman. So that means you’ve got to cage up that naughty boy stick or you will never feel feminine enough to let a man fuck your boy pussy.

My mouth falls wide open and I stare at her with a bemused look. What the hell does she mean? I’ve not got a cock to cage up!

Georgina sees my puzzled face and points down between my legs.

“Have you forgotten about your manhood already?” She smirks. “I mean, I don’t think I could forget about that thing dangling between my legs.”

She was totally right, I could feel an unusual lump down there. I felt it when I woke, but I never looked down to investigate. Looking down between my tighs, I wished I hadn’t.
Between my legs, covering my pussy entirely, was a prosthetic penis and balls. Dangling out from my crotch, the darn things looked real. They have given me a massive cock too, so it wasn’t like I could hide the thing.

“Get this thing off me!” I screech as I pull at the shaft hard.

Pulling on it hard, I let out a howl in pain. I quickly stop. They’d somehow attached this to my skin. It wasn’t coming off!

“How do I get this off?” I plea as I gently pull at it more.

I look up at Aaron, hoping he would give me some sympathy, but he just looks down with a smirk.

“We know you want to have that removed at some point Sarah,” he giggles. “But maybe you should live like a girl for a bit and see if you like it.”

“No way! This is not fair!” I scream.

I start rubbing my eyes as the tears start flowing. That’s when I hear a click.

“There we go,” Aaron chirps. “All caged up now. You'll thank us for this later when you meet Mr. Right.

“Huh?” I sob

Aaron doesn’t answer, he just looks down at me and smirks. I could see the enjoyment in his eyes He’s clearly enjoying his revenge, but It was just a prank…. we didn’t mean any harm!

The tears wouldn’t stop flowing as I just stare down at my body. The huge tits blocking most of my view, but I could clearly see the penis attached to me, locked in the bloody chastity cage.

“I think it’s time to let Sarah get ready for Sissy training,” Georgina tells Aaron as they both walk to, and stand by the room entrance.

“Sarah,” Georgina mutters as she turns and smiles. “I expect you ready in one hour, dressed and fully made up. There’s makeup in the draws and dresses in the cupboard.”

I look up through the tears, as they shut the door behind him. I honestly couldn’t believe this was happening! I didn’t deserve this at all!

My head still throbbed from when she hit me earlier, so I didn’t want to disobey her. I stood up, adjusted my stance for the added weight on my chest and cock between my legs. Having a look around at the room, it was clearly going to be my bedroom for the foreseeable future.

Looking into the cupboard, it was full of slutty short dresses. I knew they’d want me to wear one, so I picked one out. It looked like something a whore would wear. My massive fake tits were going to bust out of it for sure, and I wasn’t even certain it would cover my fake cock.

“It’s not going to be forever,” I whisper to console myself. “Just gotta get on with it.”

An hour later, a knock at the door startles me.

“Can I come in?” Aaron asks through the door.

“Y……yes,” I nervously reply.

Gently he pushes opens the door and peaks inside my room.

“Ah good,” he smiles. “You’ve done your makeup how we’d suggested.

“Like a drag queen,” I comment.

“Yes, makes you look very feminine,” He giggles. “Are you ready for your first lesson?”

Not allowing me to answer, he walks away from the door and leaves it wide open. Standing for the first time in the nine-inch heels they’ve provided, I awkwardly make my way outside.

Not once in my life had I ever felt so uncomfortable. My wig was of poor quality, compared to my real hair. It was itchy and I couldn’t style it at all. My new chest wouldn’t fit in the bras they’d given me and the weight of them was just overwhelming. That’s not even mentioning having to go to the toilet, for the first time through my new fake cock. I hated it. I hated them!

“This way!” Aaron waves to me as I enter the hallway.

I follow him slowly, trying to get used to walking with a cock between my legs. As I enter the room, I see Rayn for the first time. He’d also been completely transformed. Big tits, bad wig, heavy drag queen makeup, and a caged cock, peeking out of his dress. I wasn’t sure who looked worse, but we both looked like men in drag.

“Felicia?” He softly asks with shock. “Is that you?”

I couldn’t bear to look at him, knowing he could see my new cock hanging out under my dress.

“No time for that!” I hear Aaron moan as he pushes me to the floor and onto all fours. “You Sissy boys need to have first days training.”

Aaron then forced Ryan down onto the floor next to me. We both look at each other with a fearful expressions.

“Ok girls,” Aaron says with excitement. “Time for you to learn what it’s like to be a sissy boy!”

With that statement, both of us let out a squeal of agony. Aaron had shoved but plugs into our arseholes.

“There we go,” he says with satisfaction as he taps me on my bare behind. “Learn to love it, your both going to be here a while. Mom and I want you to pay us back in tips at the Salon. Once you’ve earned enough money, being our sissy boys, we will consider your debt paid.”

I looked at Ryan, he’s crying.

I guess we are really going to have to be sissy boys.