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                  Sissy Search Club (ch1)
                              TJR
                    www.Midnightx.Com/
             Illustrated Femdom/fetish stories

(Author's note:  There are three roommate services in 
NYC's Greenwich Village area alone, one free for blackowned
white females.  All have a sissy category and ties with over a
hundred listed sissy training feminization pro and
amateur dommes they exchange referrals from.  
This is one boy's story.)

*NYC Midtown, 1997*   
  
     I had no idea when I got a job at the alternative newspaper 
StreetScene that I'd end up what's called in this city a 
'token white boy'. But anyway,  last year when I was writing my
usual column 'Date Doctor', which I was hired to do for the usual
minimum journalism wage after the previous Date Doctor got sick
and had to leave; I was digging into all the usual and unusual ways 
guys and girls or  whatever hooked up in the Big Apple

     I was the new Date Doctor, which is funny and pathetic.
I'm a nerdy, thin, averaged sized guy who could stand out in front
of a club for a year before security would let me in.  I hadn't had
a date in six months.  What made it worse was there were tons of
hot babes in this city, even in the building where StreetScene had
its office, sharing it with advertising agencies.  When I told a girl
at a bar I was the Date Doctor while I sat besides her at the
bar after work and saw she was reading the latest edition, 
I figured it would make a passable opening line.  But instead of
impressing her she laughed so hard she told me she would buy 
me a drink after she spilled her own, dribbling some into the 
fabulous cleavage I had noticed from the other end of the bar.

    Then when she was calling her equally luscious girlfriends over 
to see me, I  made an excuse to go to the rest room and took
a side exit.  Since then Iv'e been under deep cover.  When I have
to interview someone I say I'm just a reporter working for the paper
or pretend to use the club or whatever as a prospective member..

     So the latest thing in the City was roommate search businesses.  
Some free, some just bulletin boards.  This is a big deal in a rent
controlled town where a few people live in palaces for the same rent
they paid in 1947 and the rest of us chip in to share a modified 
walk-in closet in the Village for 3 thousand a month.  That's right,
a tiny 2 bedroom in the Village easily goes for 3 grand a month.
So roommates is how we make due.  I interviewed straight, gay,
leather, tv, non smoking, party animal roommate searches, wrote 
columns on them, and finally found this latest one, a  fast rising 
business that a straight news channel featured the previous night, 
so my editor told me to do an exclusive on them. 

    I stood in front of the brownstone on Queens and realized it 
was a sorority house, and a basement apartment was the office 
of the Sissy Search Club.  For most of my interviews I pretended 
to be in the scene, and I thought ruefully I could pass for
this one.  The foyer had a middle aged woman as a secretary, 
who smiled at me, and handed me a typical application, name, 
job, salary etc, and signed the important part that I agreed to 
pay 150$ if i found a roommate thru their service.

    I thought that was kind of steep, but signed it anyway.  Then 
I  got motioned into another room where a real cute girl was on 
the phone. She was beautiful, young, big breasted, dark haired, 
and giggled when she saw me and motioned me to sit on a 
wood chair.

    "Oh, well, darling, I have to go, yes,(giggle), another one, no,
 I'm not sure," she said, then looking at me, and added 
"well, yes, I guess so(giggle)"

    Hanging up, and she smiled,  "Hi there, wev'e been getting 
just tons of calls from that news program, is that where you heard 
about us?"

    I lied and nodded.

    "Super, so you know what we do.  My roommate at the Delta Sorority
upstairs started this just last semester and wev'e gotten so busy.  It just
started as a joke but it's turned out to be a valuable service.  I mean
how many roommate searches are there for girls who date black?"

    I was surprised at the question, so I gave a shrug, buying time.
I wasn't black, so it didn't make a lot of sense.

   "But when a post grad girl told us how she had used a roommate 
service to find a white sissyboy  roommate and solved her problems 
that way, we figured we could do just as good a job or better.  
This way a girl like us doesn't have to put up with cheap, lazy 
manstealing female roommates or guys who will get jealous and hit 
on her all the time.  It's a perfect solution all around."

    "Um, of course," I replied.

    "We girls who have gone black you know, can't have a regular
 roommate.And we sure can't have our boyfriends move in unless 
we want to go broke in a hurry.  When I graduate and move into 
Manhattan I plan on using the service myself."

     "Oh, that's um, rather convenient, I'm sure."

     "So," she smiled, taking out a pad, "just a few questions.  I suppose
youv'e had a girlfriend who's gone black of course?  I mean that's 
usually what starts every guy on this scene."

     "Oh, um, of course," I said, and in fact that was uncomfortably true. 
In college I dated a pretty coed named Sally who left me for a big black
stud on the basketball team.  Afterwards she mentioned she would like
to stay 'friends' with me, which meant my picking up dinners for her
without anything else between us.  It got a little kinky and I was afraid
I was getting into it, and besides I really wanted my own girlfriend for
just myself so I eventually broke it off, if you can call it that..

    "So, um, what type of sissy would you describe yourself as?"

    "Well, um," drawing a blank, "ah, the usual kind, I guess."

     She giggled, "your'e not shy a little?  I mean do you crossdress
or wear panties?  Do you provide maid service?  Do you do the
token whiteboy dates?"

     I  was trying to not be shocked, but that last one had me puzzled.
She must have seen my expression and she explained that some
girls needed a token white boy to show to parents when they came into
the city or for other social functions..   

    I  just sort of nodded through that, and then got stunned by the 
next set.

     "Are you bi or gay and do you provide sex for your roommate's 
black boyfriends on demand?"   I  must have been openmouthed because
she hastily added that was part of the screening program.
"And, we also use a health testing service we recommend to all clients,"
she added, probably for insurance reasons.  I think I shook my head and
she smiled and wrote it down.

    "And do you think you pass for a doubledate?  That's a crossdresser 
who can pass as a girl.  Some girls have black boyfriends who have buddies
and they can't be seen with a male, so he has to be able to pass."

    "Um, no," I said, stunned.  "I really haven't, um, done that."

    "Really," she said, "Oh, I think your'e being too hard on yourself, sir.
You have the right shape and tone.  With hair and makeup and a nice
outfit  I know a girl who would have you passing in no time."
I shook my head, reddening, because this fox just told me I 
was so wimpy looking I could make a nice looking girl.

    "Okay, not sure about that last one then.  Do you have any 
expectations at all from your roommate?  Like expect to provide 
oral cleaning for her after her date?  We hear that from guys
all the time."

     Stunned, I just sat there, again trying to shut my
mouth, although watching her perfect body in her low cut blouse
and her question was giving me a visual that was making my 
little hardon run the wrong way down my thigh.  I think she kind of
knew I was headspinning over that and maybe it was striking a
chord of my old relationship with Sally. She smiled and
added, 

     "I suggest to all the sissies that it's much better not to 
say you expect any favors at all.  The girls who use our service 
really are put off when a guy gives the wrong type signals. 
They already are dealing with a pushy black male and they don't
want to add any complications. It's up to you, but the best 
roommate relationships are when the sissy is very flexible and not 
assertive or at all pushy."

     I could only nod, agreeing and she noted it. 

    "Do you have any pictures we can post or would you like to 
videotape?"

     I had done lots of these when I  was doing a column on dating 
services and had a bunch of copies made of me in Central Park that
 I thought was a decent snapshot.  She took it and looked it over 
without too much enthusiasm.

     "Um, do you really want to use this?" 

     "Well,  ah, what do you suggest?"

     "Well, sir," she smiled, "if you really want to be, competitive, 
I would suggest the full packet.  Dressed and nude, in a dress, in 
panties and something like a French Maid costume."  I realized then 
I must have nodded to the crossdressing question and now it would 
be awkward to say that was wrong.

     "Um, well I will have to think about that."

    "Sure, I understand,  and you have a recent bloodtest and 
HIV- report to post of course."   I said of course, handing over a 
copy, most dating services require them, but this was my first request 
from a roommate search firm.

    "Great," she said, clipping it to the application, "and do you wear a
buttplug, and if so, what size?"  Again I was speechless.

    "Um, usual I guess."  The response puzzled her and I knew 
she wanted to ask me why I didn't know the size, but she shrugged 
and wrote something down.

     Prepared by that last one I confidently answered negative to
similar questions about cock and nipple rings, chastity belts,
and tongue studs and breast implants.  That last bit she
just looked at me, smiled, and said no.  

     Finally, that bit was over and I knew I wasn't prepared to answer 
all that stuff right, but she seemed to accept it.  I was a customer
after all, even though I might have struck a wrong note in a few 
spots.  This interview wasn't going all that great, plus I hadn't 
actually got enough for a column yet either;  all I did was answer 
questions, not ask them.  And I  was getting more curious all the time 
now to see the other side of roommate searches, the girls who 
wanted white sissy roommates.  Anyway, this lady gave me a
membership form, sliding it over her desk.

     "Well, to give you an idea what most of our clients do,  why don't
you use your membership ID and check out our website later?
You might want to, um, modify your file later."  I knew she was 
strongly hinting I should, and it was a business for her after all.  

    So, an hour later back at the StreetScene office I checked out the
website, logged in as a member and it took, and immediately went
to the personals.  A page of thumbnails of unexpectedly attractive
women, most pretty young.  Too pretty to be real, but one was gorgeous
so I clicked on it, looking around to see if anyone was watching.  I mean
this was my job but people can get the wrong idea walking by. 

    A voluptuous blonde, mid twenties, and yes, she was an ex member
of the same sorority.  I wondered how many coeds were in this club.
Big firm breasts, low cut blouse.

     What was super hot was her bio.  She was taking courses at the U,
but also worked as a receptionist at an ad agency, trying to get into
modelling and acting.  Had some commercial work so far is all.
Had a photo of her boyfriend also in the background, a big muscular
brute with a big white grin and a pouch you could see from here.

     What she wanted in a roommate, she said  in a rich contralto
voice as I listened to her recorded message with the headphones on,
was, "ideally, a sweet  young sissyboy who knows what to do.  
Works days like I do so he could be available for maid service when 
I entertain.  Can afford half the rent, on time.  Maybe twice a year 
be my token white boy,"  she added with a giggle, 
"when my father visits."

     There she paused, half blushing, and looked at a piece of paper
she was using as a script.   "I haven't done this before but
several girlfriends recommended it.  I did have a roommate sissy for
almost a year who got transferred overseas two months ago.  Um,
I did use a cane sometimes, but that was all agreed on up front,
and Tyrone, um, my boyfriend, played some, um, other games
sometimes. My ex um(smile) sissy  was passable and I did enjoy
doubledating sometimes when Tyrone had a friend who was interested.
Of course ideally  I  would like someone with experience, but for
the right sissyboy, I could adjust I suppose.  Um, I'm planning on
moving to Queens in a month so I'd really like to find a roommate
by then, but if I don't, well, that's life I guess.  So," she smiled,
showing brilliant teeth, "I guess that's it.  Um, contact me with
your packet, um, bye."

      She was so cute sounding, and then when I opened
her bio, I got rock hard by a shot of her in a string bikini taken at
some tropical resort, and I did notice a muscular black stud
sitting besides her, a python and twin grapefruits in a bathing suit.
She was drop dead gorgeous.  I hurriedly shut the thing off as my
editor walked by, but for some reason saved her email and 
bookmarked her page. .....*
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