Dressing the College Sissy    by Prim

Cheryl Baxter and Cassie Preston came into Class Churchill and went up to the lecturer. After a few words they turned to the students with triumphant grins and announced: "Damien Waters, it's time for you to come with us and get dressed." The blood drained from Damien's face. It was one thing to be laughed at by everyone in college for being named the college sissy, but quite another when it came to this. He was about to be kitted out to demonstrate his new, shattering status. The girls marched him out to hoots of derision from everyone they left behind. In the uniform stock room they had everything ready, but they started by undressing the boy. "Please have pity on me," he begged, trying to hold onto his trousers as Cassie hauled them down his legs. "Please let me keep my proper clothes on, pleeeeease!" The girls were enjoying their duties: to put him into his dress and to make sure he was as effeminate and feeble as the college sissy should be. He had to weep real tears. "You have to wear this bra," declared Cheryl, fastening him into a dainty confection of pink nylon with pretty lace above and below the cups. "And these bloomers go with your dress, in rose pink silk-satin. You have to show them to everyone who says: 'Show us your panties, Sissy.'" Damien felt curdles of anguish as the panties slid up his legs, filling him with unwanted femininity and finally encasing his erected cock. Then he caught sight of the dress as Cassie flourished it in front of him. It was so wide and so pretty, with a big white collar and a white bib edged with frills for his girly dress buttons. And it had two pretty pockets on either side, just like little girls have on their party dresses. He ached with forbidden pleasure as his arms went through the pouffy sleeves and the girls began fastening all his dress buttons. Soon he was wearing his sissy costume of matching bloomers and a baby dress, and he cried and cried. "Excellent!" said Cassie. "Super!" said Cheryl, and the two of them took a hand each and led the sissy to the canteen, where morning break was about to become Damien's baptism of humiliation as the college sissy.

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