Please Sissify Me    by Prim

Armitage Dewdrop entered the mall wearing his horrifying little dress in sky blue cotton with puffed sleeves at his shoulders and a white collar that could button up his face for extra humiliation. But its worst feature was its cut-away breast spaces, so that his new boobies, unprotected by a brassiere, bobbed and swayed in front of him with every step. Every face turned in the direction of the pathetic sissy. "Isn't he a dick-head!" he heard, and "He's not wearing panties." "His legs are so long" and "Look how tiny his prick is!" His face was beetroot red and it was hopeless trying to stop his tears as he burst into shameful weeping. "Hello Armitage," he heard at his elbow. It was Fenella Slater who used to sit next to him in physics. "How on earth have you got such big boobs? They're bigger than mine!" "Hey, Dewdrop, how'y'a doin'." Stan Jones was on his other side. "Holy dick, your cock is tiny, mate, but I'd have to say it's bone hard." It was true. The shame of being seen by a crowd around him, and Fenella too, made him feel so horny. He recollected why he was there in the first place and gathered his courage. "M-My stepmother says I must - I must ask everyone to feel my - to feel my breasts," he whimpered. "Please will you hold them for me?" He could scarcely see through his curtain of tears, but he felt their fingers all right, fondling his curves, pinching his nipples, cupping his globes. His cock grew visibly in its arousal. This was what really turned him on: having his boobs played with by anyone who wanted to, and in no time he was surrounded with men and women putting their hands on his exposed tits and fondling them into complete stiffness. it was no wonder that he caused a storm of annoyance as people stepped back and cried out: "Look what you've done down my coat, you disgusting little creep. Now you can lick it off!"

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