I remember he let out a wail of emasculation as I did his white sash into a bow behind his shoulders, bringing a snort of scorn from me. I had Mandy in a shortie frock of sky blue silk printed with white polka dots. I sat them down, for the time being letting them avoid touching each other. I brought the two of them, holding them by the hand on either side of me, into the Cuddles-In-Pink Room, where two other sissies were waiting. Their mothers want them to fall in love with a sissy sweetheart, which is the purpose of my school, but they also told me of their sons' reserve and shyness, dreading in case anyone sees how girly they are. Mark and Sid - or Mandy and Susan as they are at Intimate Sissies. There is no greater pleasure for me as a sissy school mistress than seeing sissies falling deeply in trans-sissy love because as far as being a man is concerned I know that is the signal they have passed the point of no return.Īnd today is special, because of my two new sissies: both of them unmarried teens. I love dealing with sissies, and especially on the even dates of the month, because that's when I give the idiot's their Love Class. Today was always going to be a feast of pleasure for me.
