Eventually I finished up the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen and joinedmy aunt and Tracy in the living room."John," my aunt began, "Tracy and I were just saying that we need tocall you something feminine. Two boys whistled appreciably at the leg show I hadprovided. We entered the beauty parlour and Debbie introduced herself. As soon as I sat in the chair Debbie and two other beauticians Practically attacked me! The second installed ceramic nails and pierced my ears.Debbie, meanwhile, cut my hair, gave me a perm and plucked my eyebrows.Although most of the procedures were uncomfortable, I still got theimpression that I was pampered.While I sat under the hair dryer, Tracy handed me fashion magazines to read.I later learned that thestyle was a shirtwaist, yellow, with a hem hitting me a few inchesabove the knee. It was difficult because it buttonedbackwards, but I finally got it right.She helped me slip into the brown leather sling back pumps."John,"she said quietly, "I knew the time would come when they would searchfor you here.I have a plan, but I need your complete cooperation. "This was quite a lot of pressure to put on a thirteen year old. ""Since we want to prevent him from being identified as a boy, we'llneed to go overboard on making sure everything about him just screams'female'.
On fateful night as we watched TV my whereabouts, which had enjoyedsome brief national attention became news again.
You can support Sissy Kiss by letting them know you found Romantasy through Sissy Kiss.~ Christie Luv - Completed: No The Reluctant Boy Girl My mother divorced my father because he beat her. My mother refused to turn me over, contendinghe beat me too.
This simply wasn't true, but I guess Mom didn't wantto give the bastard any satisfaction and I felt too sorry for her totell anyone the truth.
I couldn't hear over theroar of the dryer, but Tracy would point to an outfit and then point atme, indicating that I would look good in it.
My hair was styled and I was sent to get dressed again.