"Lady Veronica. You are very welcome. I am Nurse Shapely and it will be my pleasure to exhibit three of our sissies to you, three unsexed wimps who have reached excruciating depths of sissified feminization."

The visitor dismissed her chauffeur with instructions to prepare the back seat of the limousine with its totally enclosing satin panty bag, ready for the unfortunate victim she was determined to adopt that very morning. "I hope indeed, Nurse, that you are not going to show me sissies who still show signs of masculinity. I'm sick and tired of seeing that carpet of down, no matter how soft it might be, on their arms and legs, signs of muscles in limbs and even a flicker of self-belief and confidence in those impertinent eyes. What I want is a prick of an ex-man who will wet himself when I mention satin panties and slump to the floor and writhe with girlishness when the maid holds a dress ready to drop it over his head."

Nurse Shapely grinned and led the way into an interview room. "I have three idiot twats who are just the sort of wimps you are dreaming of, ma'am. I know from your observations that you are a connoisseuse of de-maled sissies. If you could tell me a little more about your strong desire to dominate sexless males, I would have a good chance of picking some of our sissies to suit your ideal."

Lady Veronica Strict drew herself erect on her chair and smiled through a pout of superior womanhood. "Ohhh my goodness, where do I begin?" She took a phial of eau de cologne from her purse and scented her neck and wrists, opened her brown trench coat with the fur collar and enjoyed telling the nurse her wisdom.

"Ever since my husband deceived me by paying attentions to one of our chamber maids - a chamber maid, would you believe - so that I had to divorce him, I have wanted to taste rich revenge on men by making their lives as pitifully weak and humiliating as possible. But it's the pathetic men I see around me wherever I look: you will know what I mean when I say a man can come up with a brainwave and feel all the satisfaction of having invented his little wheeze, completely unaware that the women around him have had his little idea in their head since their youth and treat such wisdom and intelligence as their everyday commonplace thoughts. Men have to be the ones who know. Have you seen that? Whereas they are actually ignorant, slow and dull-witted. Which is why they deserve, one and all of them, to be unsexed and converted into second- or third-class females. Sissy pansies is about right for them, dressed in petticoat frills and fed with obedience and submissiveness."

Nurse Shapely grinned. "Of course, that is why you have come here, to the Frilly-Panty Sissy Adoption Agency, where we specialise in making our sissies weep with regret and deep personal shame. Please take every opportunity to niggle them with sarcastic comments about their lost manhood. They hate that."

"Oh I will. I'd like to see just that sort of sissy: the one I pick will get a lifetime of misery in front of all the women and girls I welcome to my babywear and dress-making service."

The nurse laughed and stepped across the room to one of a number of doors alongside each other. She turned a grin towards the visitor and opened it, to reveal a seated figure stooped as low as he or she could get. The creature appeared to Lady Strict to be all legs in shiny stockings, with a very worried looking face peering from above a cloud of lilac polka dotted silk and clouds of lacy white petticoats. Nurse Shapely reached forward to grab a hand and hoisted a very reluctant sissy from his cubicle seat into the open space of the interview room. There was panic on his face as he saw he was in the presence of a wealthy looking, superior lady.

"Please don't laugh at me," he exhorted Lady Strict, who held her head up high as if looking down on this sub species. "Don't laugh at what the women in this place have done to me - don't look at me in this dress with these petticoats." He clung to the doorway of his cubicle as if wanting to return to the concealment he was enjoying a moment before, but Nurse Shapely was having none of it. She gave him a fierce heave, sending him sprawling across the floor, his panties and petties turned inside out to reveal just how feminine his legs were from his lilac panties and frilled suspender garters to his matching high heels fastened in bows across his ankles.

"Get up," she cried; "you're making yourself look an idiot in front of Lady Strict." She pulled him to his feet and turned him to face his audience. "Now, curtsey - do a twirl - and tell your possible future Mistress who you are."

"He stood in a ridiculous sissy pose, his elbows into his waist, his free hand flaring from his hip and half hidden in the depths of his silk dress, and his head hanging to one side, not daring to look at anything but the dominant black heels of the guest.

"Forgive me, ma'am," he said in a little voice. "I-I'm Sissy Lulu, and - I used to be a police sergeant." He tried to spin round and hide his blushes but Nurse Shapely forced him back and dug him in the ribs to continue his confession. "N-Now I - I want to be petticoated, please."

The nurse waited for more but had to shout: "What do you want to be petticoated in, idiot?"

His face cringed at having to admit his deepest desires: "Oh please I want to be petticoated with little girl blouses and mini-skirts. Then I can be a lickel girlie looking ever so sweet for the ladies," and his shame and blushing led quickly to an outburst of tears, his free hand trying to cover his face.

Lady Veronica snorted and couldn't help but ridicule him. "You are a pathetic little wimp! I will definitely bear you in mind as a weed of a sexless worm whom I might take home with me for daily public exposure and mockery."

Sissy Lulu burst out crying as his nurse sat him on a chair facing the visitor and secured him by his wrists and ankles so that he had to watch. He was kept a good deal quieter by having a pacifier stuck in his mouth and fastened at the back of his neck.

"Sissy Lulu is pathetic, isn't he, ma'am, but you haven't seen Sissy Dilly yet. Here he is."

The second door revealed an equally ridiculous sissy who gave the visitor the impression of being all bonnet and white sissy dress collar. His legs seemed even longer because they were naked instead of in stockings, and as he was pulled to his feet and drawn into the open to show his full costume, it was clear that his pink satin dress was divided in front at the waist to show how he was already aroused in his pink panties, probably from hearing the horrific possibility of adoption.

"Well?" snorted Lady Veronica, "who are you? Tell me about yourself." She didn't make much effort to hide her scornful amusement at the wide little girl dress he had been made to wear, topped across his shoulders with his lovely wide dress collar.

"Well, Ma'am," he began, "they call me Sissy Dilly in this goddamned awful place but I'm telling you, I resent what they've done to my psyche, changing my nature. I'm a sports trainer - a powerful guy. You've got to change me back, d'ya hear?"

The visitor couldn't help noticing how the point of his panties was growing taller, pushing his dress more open and revealing more and more of the frilly-legged panties he was wearing. Perhaps it was his confession which underlined to him how sissy and helpless his time at the clinic had made him.

"You like wearing dresses though, don't you?" cried Nurse Shapely, getting him to hold the edges of his dress out wider to the sides.

He wore a sullen look, as if spoiling to curse her and the visitor and all those hated women who would mock him and rub his nose in his sissy sexlessness. Amazingly, his face suddenly dissolved into weak, little girl coyness and he answered the nurse's question.

"Y-Yes, I - I like to wear pink and white dresses," and his knees squeezed and slithered together in a spasm of shameful admission, "especially pink divided dresses like this one, to show Ladies my erected panties. I love my sissy dress collar to make me feel even more girly and effeminate. I - I used to be a health and fitness trainer, Ma'am, but now I feel lovely in dresses with collars and puffed sleeves, with back buttons so that you can fasten me up in my dress and I - and I can't undo my dress buttons myself. I am buttoned up into my girly little dress," and he too broke down into tears as he was placed in a second chair alongside Sissy Susan and was secured in place and silenced with a pacifier.

"Last it's Sissy Susan," announced Nurse Shapely, giggling. "This one is a special case as you will see, Lady Strict."

The occupant of the third cubicle was even more leggy than the other two, looking extremely young in a pale blue dress flecked all over with white daisies, which he wore over deep petticoats. "Oh please don't show me to more women," he grizzled as Nurse Shapely pulled him into the opn. "I can't stand it. I'll wet my knickers, I know I will."

"He used to be a science teacher, Ma'am," she explained, making him face Lady Strict but only with great difficulty and lots of sizzling from his wide dress and petticoats. "Very popular with girls, until he was sissified in dresses with oversized collars worn over sumptuous lingerie." His long legs were smooth and bare all the way down to his white patent ballet boots. Lady Strict leaned her chin on her glove to hide her amusement.

"You look VERY girly, you pathetic clown," she said. "Tell me about yourself."

The third exhibit had trouble standing on his heels and his legs seemed to criss-cross endlessly in wriggles of self-conscious embarrassment as he stood at the knees of the visitor. "M-My name is S-S-Sissy Susan," he said, his wriggles producing constant sizzles and frou-frou in his prancing petticoats. "I - I'm a schoolmaster - at a senior girls' school, and I'm really very masculine, to be honest."

Lady Veronica snorted a laugh. "Well, Sissy Susan, I can see how stiff your sissy clitoris is. I want you to tell me more about yourself."

The sissy bent almost double from the waist in an agony of sissy feelings. "Oh please let me leave and go back to school. I want to teach the girls again, and be a proper man and wear, well - "

"Well what, Sissy Susan. I think you like wearing that pretty little girls' dress for me, don't you?"

Her words brought a spasm of shyness out of him and he spun round to bury his face in the bosom of Nurse Shapely's apron to the amusement of both women. He had inadvertently shown the visitor the buttons and big bow at the back of his dress. Lady Strict commented on them.

"I imagine that sissies who wear back-button dresses, with very girly bows at the back of their waist, want to be a little girl themselves." The nurse forced him to turn and face her quiet giggles.

"Tell Lady Strict how you love wearing very girly dresses," snapped the nurse. Her firmness brought out his obedience.

"Oh - ohhhh - I want to wear loverly lickel dwesses like this one, Lady S-S-Strict - because it has buttons at the back and pouffy dwess sleeves, and most of all, I love to feel a big sissy girly dwess collar round my face, like this," and he slid his silk gloves under the wings of his collar and flipped it up all round his neck and cheeks so that his whole head disappeared for a moment inside the daisy-scattered blue silk. When he re-appeared, his gloves continued to massage his face in his dress collar as he couldn't help himself from confessing to the woman in front of him. "I want to wear lovely wide dress collars, because I'm such a sissy little girlie, with dwesses and petticoats and girly pretty panties - "

The visitor chuckled with contemptuous amusement at the spectacle he was making of himself. Nurse Shapely felt it was time to present her with all three sissies so she released Sissy Lulu and Sissy Dilly and got them to their feet so that the three of them stood in a line, holding hands for Lady Strict. They curtseyed again and again for her, then wiggled their hips to bring sizzling frou-frou from their dancing petticoats, then told her how sissy they were and how they wanted to wear the prettiest little girls' dresses.

In the end, Nurse Shapely told them all to shut up and stand still, holding their dresses out wide to reveal the stiffened erections in their panties, while Lady Strict addressed them.

"What I am looking for," she said, "is a sissy who will suffer endless daily shame and humiliation in my dress-wear store, as well as regular sissification and punishment in the boutique's street window-display. All three of you are pathetic non-males, I can see. Look at you in your stiff panties and petticoats and girls' dresses. You are sexless and you are pathetic. Not one of you could possibly hope to return to being a male, that's just laughable. You are girly pouffters now, for the amusement of women."

Her words sank into the deepest part of the souls of all three sissies, for her scolding brought whimpers of regret and misery to all three as they were forced to face their sexless natures. As she mocked them, and snorted her contempt at their wriggles and their deep blushing, the little line of sissies began to ejaculate for her, repeatedly, with misery and tears, crying "No, noooo, please don't pick me," as their cum forced its way through the gussets of their panties and dribbled in long strings of sissy surrender which dangled and dribbled all over their shoes and onto the rubber display mat beneath their feet. One of them was going to be taken away in a satin dress bag to a life of public exposure in a ladies' and babies' dress-wear boutique. The other two would be returned to the Frilly-Panty laboratories and masturbation cubicles to be made more girly and sissy for the next time.