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Subject: ASSTG <==== Sissy Forever ====> Repost
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Date: Mon, Jan 26, 1998 05:58 EST
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I did not write this , I am only reposting as anti-spam
Sissy Forever
by Dani O'Neill
Mother called to Robert as he opened the door to his bedroom upon returning
home from school, "Robert, I would like to speak to you". He entered her
room and was surprised to see his Aunt Christine sitting on the edge of his
mother's bed. He had not seen his Aunt Christine for over five years.
Mother, his older sister Deborah, and he had visited Aunty when he was eight
years old. Robert has never liked her and he knew she did not like Robert as
she had made it quite clear she did not like boys. She had a beautiful
two-story home located on a large estate.
Deborah had spent every summer since their initial visit, at Aunty's.
Aunt Christine was a woman of 40, a bit overweight, tall, and very
attractive. She had never been married and had at one time been the
executive of a fashion advertising firm and had been very successful, this
had followed a career of modeling. She had always bestowed many gifts upon
Deborah, and Deborah would tease Robert at times, saying, "If you were a
girl you could go to Aunty's for the summer and you would get lots of
presents." When Deborah would leave for Aunty's there were times when Robert
would feel jealous, but he knew that if he had gone with her, Aunty would
have made him miserable with constant corrections.
Deborah was two years older than Robert--tall, attractive, and possessed a
very pretty figure. At 15, she was in her third year in high school. She was
always on the honor roll in school, although she worked after school at a
women's apparel store as a sales girl and also modeled, Mother was very
proud of her. Aunty had been instrumental in Deborah obtaining her job as
Aunty was one of the owners of the women's apparel store.
Robert was just 13 and quite the opposite of his sister. They were
physically similar, as he was tall and quite slender for a boy, but the
similarity ended there. Robert's record in school had always been wanting
for improvement. He did not like to study and was constantly getting into
trouble with his teachers for teasing the girls and just plain unruly
behavior. This pattern of behavior was also evident at home.
Robert's father had passed away when he was four years old and Mother had
raised Deborah and Robert from that day to the present. Mother was in her
late 30s and similar to Aunty in looks and physical make-up.
Robert had a good idea why mother had called him to her room, as he had been
severely reprimanded by both the principal of the school and his teacher.
They had made it quite clear that since there were only six weeks to the end
of the school year he would not be expelled but Mother would be called and
told of his disrespectful attitude and continued bad behavior.
Mother confirmed his suspicions. As she scolded him, she was interrupted by
Aunty. Aunt Christine said, "What are we going to do with you? You
apparently have no respect for women nor do you have any respect for
yourself.
"Your mother and I have discussed several avenues of punishment and have
arrived at one that we feel will teach you respect for women, teach you
discipline and crush your boyish arrogance," she said. "Tomorrow is Friday
and we are going to keep you home from school. When you awaken in the
morning you will begin your punishment period. It will last through
Saturday, Sunday, and thru to Monday morning. I will also warn you that
should you not cooperate during this period and should your mother receive
any more reports of disagreeable activities from school, this punishment
will be repeated each weekend and if necessary you will be invited to spend
the summer at my estate with your sister.
"Your punishment will deny to you everything essential to being a boy," she
concluded.
As Robert left the room and went to his own, Aunt Christine's words were
repeated in his mind. "Your punishment will deny to you everything essential
to being a boy."
Once Robert had left, Mother turned to Aunt Christine. "You're certain the
program your friend Wanda has given us will work?"
"Absolutely," Aunty replied. "It's well tested by the staff at Evelyn Manor.
They send it out as part of their student recruitment system. While the same
kind of hypnotic suggestion could be used to simply control the boy, they've
found more lasting success in a series of subtle shifts in his personality,
all tied to the clothing he wears and the way he looks.
"Believe me, after just one night with these special tapes and one day in
the right girls clothes, Robert will be experiencing strange new
feelings...and enjoying them."
Mother called Robert again and again he entered her room. Aunty directed him
to strip down to his underwear. Being afraid of her, Robert did as he was
told.
Mother and Aunty both began taking measurements. When they were through,
they told Robert to dress. As he left the room, Mother said that she and
Aunty were going shopping and would be home later. When they returned later,
they had Deborah with them, as they had picked her up from work.
Deborah said, "We really have a surprise for you, but you have to wait till
tomorrow morning."
As he climbed into bed the things Aunty and Deborah said really bothered
Robert. "Oh, well, I can handle anything, I'm a big boy."
Mother dropped a tape cassette into his stereo. "What's that?" Robert asked.
"I can tell you're all upset about not knowing what's going to happen
tomorrow...and you'll never get to sleep, you're so wound up," she answered.
"This is a special 'new age' music tape. It helps to soothe your mind and
help you sleep."
Mother pressed the play button and soft, quiet, strings and chimes floated
from the speakers. She stepped out of the room. Within a few minutes, Robert
felt himself drifting off to sleep, but with the sensation that something
more than music was coming from the tape, though he could not really hear
anything else.
The subliminal sleep suggestions gradually switched over to more hypnotic
suggestions and then came to dominate the sound--and Robert's subconscious
mind took in every word.
"When you see your nails painted red, you will feel a stirring in your
cock," the tape told him. "You will not recognize what is making you
excited, but you will want more of it. Wearing high heels, especially sexy
sandals, will have a similar effect. You will also enjoy the sight of your
wrists with feminine bracelets on them...and you will think of the bracelets
not only as adornments but as slave ornaments, enslaving you to a feminine
future.
"You will think of these experiences as 'strange new feelings,' and they
will be stronger every time you see yourself in these feminine things."
The tape repeated several times through the night and then shifted back to
the "new age" music to let Robert drift into a normal sleep until morning.
Robert was awakened by his Aunt's voice, saying, "Wake up young lady, your
bubble bath awaits you."
He sat up with a start and stared at the three figures standing around his
bed--Aunty, Mother, and Deborah were all smiling down at him.
Had he heard Aunt Christine right; had she said, "Wake up young lady"?
Deborah answered his question, as she said, "Get up, Roberta, you're so
lucky--you're going to get to wear my sandals, dresses, wigs, and everything
necessary to transform you into a girl for the next three days."
Robert moved quickly from the bed and toward his pants and shirt hanging on
the chair. They were gone. Clad only in his pajamas, he attempted to run
towards the hall door. He felt Aunty's hand grip me around my wrist. He
tried to break free, but immediately Mother grasped his other arm. The three
of them moved Robert into the bathroom and to the waiting bubble bath.
Robert's pajamas were removed. He stood before the three emasculators. Aunty
motioned for him to step into the hot bubbly bath water. It was also heavily
perfumed. Deborah giggled as she handed him a razor and said, "Get busy,
Roberta! He was horrified. Aunty said, "Yes, Roberta, you are to shave your
legs, even though they're only covered with fuzz. We want you to enjoy the
thrill of silky smooth legs. Now start shaving, young lady, before I invite
you to stay with me for the summer."
With that threat, Robert lathered his legs and began shaving, after Aunty
had shown him how. Soon both of his legs were satin smooth. It was a strange
feeling. After he had scrubbed all over, Aunty washed and rinsed his hair.
Mother stood with a towel as Robert emerged from the bath tub. He was
thoroughly dried off. Next he was told to put out his wrists as Deborah
sprayed a sweet smelling perfume on them, then behind his knees and ears,
and on his neck.
He was covered with bath powder by Mother. Aunty reappeared from Deborah's
bedroom carrying some feminine items of apparel.
Mother took one and motioned Robert to step into the openings. She said it
was a padded girdle and would give him the feminine lines he lacked. As it
was tugged into place, his penis and testicles were pressed up into his body
by Aunty. Once the girdle was on, all traces of Robert's boyishness were
erased.
By now Robert was red with embarrassment and he again tried to beg Aunty not
to continue to make him into a girl. He told her he would mind and wouldn't
get into trouble in school again. Aunty smiled and said, "The damage had
been done."
They were soon standing in Deborah's bedroom. Aunty told Robert to sit down
on the bed. Deborah approached carrying a bottle of nail polish. As she
knelt down at his feet she giggled, "I can hardly wait to tell my
girlfriends that I got to enamel my pretty girlish brother's toenails and
fingernails."
Aunty corrected Deborah. "She is not your girlish brother--she is your
younger sister, Roberta."
The polish was bright red and as she painted Robert's toenails, he knew he
could not escape this horrible punishment. While Deborah painted his
toenails, Mother manicured Robert's fingernails. He had not trimmed them for
awhile and they were quite long. She filed them into slender claws.
Aunty then shocked Robert as she told him to lay back on the bed, while she
plucked his eyebrows. As she plucked them, tears came to his eyes.
After a little over an hour, Robert was told to sit up. He looked down at
his feet and hands and felt crushed. His nails glistened with femininity.
Robert couldn't help staring at the shiny red shapes on the ends of his
fingers and toes. The sight both troubled and excited him--it seemed that he
should hate seeing his nails so scarlet and feminine, but instead he felt an
odd sense of completion, as though this was what he needed to make himself
"real."
The polish was now dry and Robert was handed a pair of nylons. Mother said
that they were sandalfoot, and would allow his enameled toenails to be
completely exposed. As Robert slid the nylons up his legs an unfamiliar, but
exciting, feeling came over him. The last garter was attached, and he was
handed a shoe box. Aunty indicated that she had selected them especially for
Robert, for she knew how much he would enjoy wearing them.
Opening the box, Robert cried out, "High-heeled girl's shoes!"
Deborah teasingly said, "High-heeled barefoot platform sandals, silly!"
Knowing the additional punishment for disobeying, Robert meekly removed
these red patent-leather barefoot emasculators from the white tissue that
had hidden them.
His foot slid down the smooth patent leather into the waiting straps. Robert
pulled the straps through the buckles, Aunty directing him to strap them as
tightly as possible. Both sandals were presently strapped tightly to his
feet. When he stood up, Robert almost fell on his face--the 5-inch heels
thrust him up higher than he had ever been.
When he regained his balance, Robert again felt an involuntary wave of
pleasure as he felt the change in posture the skyscraper heels forced upon
him. He looked down at his legs, smoothly bound by the nylon stockings, and
further down to his feet, with the red nails matching the red patent leather
of his sandals, both shining and reflecting the light of his room. He felt
his cock twitch--and a further sense of having another piece of himself
completed.
Mother handed Robert another box. This was a very small one. When he opened
it, his eyes fastened on a very feminine bracelet wristwatch in gold. Mother
removed it from the box and before Robert could say anything she had clasped
the band of gold about his wrist. With his enameled nails and his slender
wrist femininely enslaved with a girl's bracelet wristwatch, Aunty led
Robert to the wall mirror. As he walked to the mirror, Robert felt the light
metallic touch of the bracelet watch on his wrist--and suddenly realized
that obeying his mother and aunt seemed right and proper, making him, again,
more complete than ever before.
"Look at yourself, my pretty niece." Even without long hair, make-up,
breasts, and a dress, Robert already looked like a girl.
Mother smiled and said, "My dear Roberta, with long beautiful legs like
those, you should wear nylons and skyscraper-heeled strap sandals all the
time."
He was hypnotized by the reflection in the mirror (and by the secret
instructions he'd received}. The look of his legs in the spindly sandals,
with his toenails flashing red, made his cock grow even larger. Deborah
broke the spell by saying, "Come now, Roberta, we have lots more surprises
for my pretty sister."
Robert was numbed as they led him over to the bed. Aunty told him to lay
down on his back. He did as he was told and Deborah said, "The most exciting
surprise of all is coming".
Aunty had left the room, but quickly returned carrying a package. "Remember
that all girls have breasts," she explained.
Aunty bent over Robert and with a swab applied a sticky substance to his
chest area. Next, to Robert's horror, she produced a perfectly-shaped set of
latex rubber sissy breasts. They were just the size a girl Robert's age
would possess. Mother said, "Now you will have small pink-nippled breasts."
They were pressed onto his chest, Aunty smoothing the feathered edges. They
were small, but definitely gave Robert's body a feminine shape. A powder
make-up was applied, erasing all lines. They blended smoothly into his
chest.
Robert stood up and as he did, his sissy breasts jiggled. Mother said, "Now,
Roberta, you will need this," as she handed Robert a teen form bra. Being
very slender, he did not need a corset, but Aunty stated that, in the near
future, he would be trained to wear a wasp-waist corset at all times, to
ensure that he maintained a tiny waist.
Next Robert slid a nylon tricot petticoat on. It really tickled as he slid
it into place. Three crinolines followed.
Deborah came forth with a white full-skirted party dress. They slid it over
Robert's head and arms and soon he was enveloped in satin. Mother buttoned
it up the back.
As he sat down at the dressing table, it was apparent that everything
masculine was to be removed. Robert's lips were painted with a deep red
shade of sweet lipstick. Then the attention was turned to his eyes. His
eyebrows had been plucked into very thin feminine lines and were penciled to
bring them out. False eyelashes were applied, liner, light shadow, and
mascara. His nose was powdered as the finishing touch.
Deborah brought forth a shoulder-length pageboy blond wig. His hair, being
quite long for a boy, was curled with hair pins to keep it up. The wig was
adjusted to fit and was placed on Robert's head. Before he stood up, Mother
clasped a charm bracelet on his other wrist and draped a locket about his
neck.
"Come, Roberta, let us look again at the beautiful girl that you have
become," Mother said.
Again Robert stood in front of the mirror. The image that appeared opposite
him was a complete girl. His toenails glistened, as did his sandals. Even
walking in the skyscrapers was actually easy.
In this short time the three women had succeeded in instilling in him new
strange feelings. He no longer felt that the clothes, the sandals, the
bracelets, the painted nails were "wrong"; rather, he was excited by them
sexually, and wanted to wear them constantly. Of course, he couldn't admit
that to his mother and aunt--at least not yet.
"Well," Aunty said, "I believe Roberta actually enjoys her new role in life.
Don't you, Roberta?" Robert couldn't admit these new strange feelings that
had come over him, and he immediately denied any such feelings. "I don't
want to be a girl and after Monday I won't wear any dresses!"
Aunty laughed, saying, "I know better. All boys that spend three days
completely transformed into girls develop strange new feelings."
"Well," Robert said, "I won't, you can't make me."
Aunty again laughed, "I am not making you have strange feelings; the
dresses, barefoot sandals, shaved legs, nylons, and, of course, the
knowledge that you have pretty pink-nippled sissy breasts cupped by your
teen form bra are bringing about a change in you . Come... let us go
downstairs and we can help you develop feminine graces, and remember, you
must act, talk, and think like a girl until Monday morning. Oh, and tomorrow
all four of us are going to the beauty salon. You will have your blond wig
removed and undergo a permanent wave. Also your ears will be pierced. Then
we are going shopping. I know you will want some new dresses, panties, bras,
and, of course, lots of nude strappy play sandals."
Robert spent the remainder of the day swishing about. He was made to model,
turning this way and that. He found that the sandals, even with the
skyscraper heels, were very cool and comfortable because of their nudeness.
Eventually, he sat down on the couch so that Aunty could administer an
additional coat of nail polish to his fingernails.
He tucked his legs up on the couch so that his sandaled feet were exposed.
Strangely, this sight excited him: the red patent-leather straps
criss-crossing about his feet, the buckles winking at him, and his toenails
in matching red twinkling. The image, and the soft caress of his aunt's
hands on his, as well as the quiet cadence of her voice, all reinforced the
secret training from the hypnotic tape.
Aunty Christine enameled each nail very carefully, and talked as she did.
"Do you know, Roberta, you should have been born a girl. You are truly
beautiful, and really, I am so glad we decided that transforming you into a
girl would be your punishment. In just this first day that you have entered
into the world of girls, I noticed a distinct change coming over you. You
seem more subdued. With this success in crushing your masculine arrogance
and replacing it with a feminine personality, I am going to suggest that
Mother continue to dress you as a girl every weekend and that you come to
spend the summer with me."
"Oh, no! Please don't tell Mother that," Robert said. "I'll mind, but not
that, don't make me live as a girl!"
That evening the three feminizers helped in preparing Robert for bed. All
the clothes were removed. He was made to don a pair of nylon satin panties
in bright red and an open-nippled night bra, a babydoll top, and capri
bottoms, both in bright red satin. He was handed another pair of sandals.
These were black patent-leather T-strap barefoot platform sandals.
His makeup was removed and Aunty applied a new coat of creamy red lipstick.
He slept in the extra twin bed in Deborah's room. Before Mother tucked
Robert into bed he was handed two pills. Told they were vitamins, he took
them. In reality, the pills were a mild sedative with hypnotic properties,
guaranteed to put him to sleep quickly and in the proper frame of mind for
tonight's "instructions".
Deborah's bed sheets were satin and the beds were four-poster French
Provincial fairy princess beds. He was made to sleep with his T-strap
sandals on. Aunty said that was to make him feel thoroughly emasculated.
Robert slid down into the sheets--the feeling was wonderful. He did not try
to remove his bracelet wristwatch or charm bracelet. Was Aunty making him
want to be a girl?.
Deborah soon came to bed and after she teased him a little, Robert fell
asleep in perfumed bliss.
Once again, the new age music played in the room, and then shifted over to
the soft, soothing, entrancing voice: "Remember all the feelings you
experienced today, remember how they made you excited. Now think about how
your breasts looked, small and rounded and pink-nippled. Those are not just
rubber glued to your chest; they are *your* breasts: When they are touched,
especially when the nipples are played with, you will feel a stirring in
your cock, a stirring as strong as that you feel when you play with your
cock itself.
"Tomorrow, you will go to a beauty parlor for the first time," the
feminizing voice continued. "The looks and smells of the beauty parlor will
fascinate you and excite you, just as the look and feel of your breasts,
your sandals, nails, and bracelets do. The feel of having your hair colored,
cut, permed and combed will entrance you: You will want it done at least
once a week."
With that the voice faded back into the music.
When Robert awoke in the morning, the first thing he saw were his enameled
nails and the bracelets on his wrists. He reached down and touched his
sandaled feet, then his hand moved to the little mounds on his chest, and he
wondered what it would be like to have full breasts like Deborah's.
Strangely, as he touched the nipples of his false breasts and tweaked them
with his red-painted nails, he ceased to think of the little mounds as not
his own. The sensation stirred his cock and he realized that he needed
desperately to come. Robert was alone in the bedroom. His sister was already
up and had evidently gone downstairs. As he lay in bed different thoughts
went through his mind. The feeling of being a girl was really exciting. His
hands moved to his panties and Robert lapsed into a world of effeminate
ecstasy.
The experience at the beauty salon was thrilling but embarrassing. Everyone
was told that Robert was a girlish-boy who really loved wearing dresses and
sandals. Wanda, the hair stylist, removed his wig and began her feminizing
activities.
She began by shampooing his hair, gently massaging his scalp as she did so.
Robert felt himself slowly getting relaxed and even a little sleepy as the
hairstylist worked on his head. She spoke quietly to him, in an almost
whispered drone: "You love this, Roberta. You love having your hair done,
seeing the amazing differences a hairstyle can make in your appearance. Soon
you'll want it done as often as possible, at least once a week. I'm going to
change your haircolor, too," she said. "What color would you like it to be?
Black?" No reaction. "Blonde?" Again, no reaction. "Red?" Robert squirmed in
his chair and Wanda noticed a stirring at his crotch. "Red it will be, then,
Roberta. You'll be a beautiful redhead, I know...especially after our
Charlotte finishes with your makeup. You just love makeup, too, don't you,
Roberta?"
Robert, mildly entranced by Wanda's words and actions, could only smile
dreamily. Wnada proceeded to apply the dye to his hair, then to cut and perm
it. While the perm set, a tall, well-built young woman with waist-length
chestnut hair came to Robert's chair. "I'm Charlotte, Wanda's daughter," she
introduced herself. "I'll be doing your makeover." She set to work with her
paints and brushes and pencils, refusing to let the transformed boy see
himself until the entire process was complete.
In a short time, Robert found himself sitting under a dryer, as more
soothing "new age" music filled his ears. Behind the soft tones, a voice
spoke to him, "When you see yourself next, you will fall in love with the
girl you have become. Your cock will become harder than you can ever
remember it being. Your nipples will be hard, erect, and tingly. When you
hear your name, 'Roberta,' you will come."
Wanda soon removed the dryer and walked Robert back to the styling chair,
carefully keeping him from seeing his reflection in the mirror. She began to
brush out his hair.
As she did this she complimented him. "You should have been born a girl.
It's good that your mother and aunt are correcting the mistake. I had a son
with a similar problem, but I sent him to Evelyn Manor, a private school for
girls. They make exceptions at times and boys are permitted to attend. My
son attended Evelyn Manor for four years, and has undergone a complete
transformation. Whenever boys attend Evelyn Manor, Miss Evelyn specializes
in transforming them into girls."
With that, she quickly whipped the styling chair around so that Robert faced
the mirror. He gasped. In the mirror was an absolute angel, with softly
waved coppery hair falling to just below her ears. Her bright blue eyes were
framed with long, dark lashes and soft shades of blue and purple on the
lids. Her cheeks were highlighted with what seemed a natural blush, her lips
a soft coral red, waiting to be kissed. It was him--it was Roberta! "There
she is," Wanda announced. "There's Roberta!" His nipples ached with their
excitement, his cock swelled in its girdled and pantied confines and, not
caring who knew or saw, Roberta came!
Wanda turned to his aunt and mother and smiled secretively.
As they drove home, Aunty brought up the subject of Robert attending a
private school.
She explained that, a few years back, she had recommended to Wanda that she
send her boy Charles to Evelyn Manor. "Charles was always in trouble and
lacked respect for his mother and just about everything," she said. "The
boys at Evelyn Manor are, of course, required to wear the same uniforms as
the girls. The boys are forced to live as girls for the four years they
attend. During those years, all masculinity is removed. Through the use of
female hormones, being constantly dressed as a girl, treated as a girl, and
receiving a girlish education, the girlish-boys return emasculated. Some
undergo a complete sex change, others are slaves to femininity. After four
years in the dominant hands of Miss Evelyn, Charles returned home a
girl--Charlotte Elaine--yes, the same Charlotte who did your makeup,
Roberta. Her measurements are 38-24-35."
Mother broke in. "Do you think Miss Evelyn would accept Roberta as a
student?"
Hearing all this, even though the thrill of wearing girl's clothes had
enveloped his mind, Robert still did not care for the idea of living as a gi
rl. "I will not go to any private school, especially a private girl's
school!"
A cruel look came over Aunty's face, as she said, "So you won't wear girl's
clothes, huh, and you won't attend a girls school." She turned to Mother and
continued, "I believe Roberta needs to be continually reminded that she is a
girl. I suggest that Roberta be dressed in girl's clothes every weekend and
when summer comes that she come to my estate. She and Deborah will have lots
of fun. I can erase this male rebellion and arrogance for good and when the
fall semester begins at Evelyn Manor, both Deborah and Roberta can attend. I
am sure by now Roberta really wants to wear dresses and barefoot sandals all
the time, don't you my pretty transvestite?"
Robert begged his mother not to do what Aunty had said.
Mother said that she was thrilled with the idea, and Deborah chimed in with
approval. "Isn't it exciting, Roberta, when summer comes you will be able to
wear feminine clothes all the time!"
There was nothing more Robert could say, they just ignored his protests.
Once home they all ate dinner. Robert was again dressed in ultra-feminine
night clothes, but these were hot pink nylon satin with a pair of hot pink
patent-leather ankle strap sandals. Mother tucked him into bed. Again he
took the pills and again a tape was played as he fell asleep.
The hypnotic voice began by reinforcing the lessons of the past several days
and then spoke of tomorrow's events. "When your ears are pierced and the
tiny gold balls are attached to your ears, they will serve as the final
marks of your new self. When you see yourself so adorned, you will cease to
struggle against your change into a beautiful girl. Indeed, you will now
revel in each successive change, you will even get an erotic thrill when
teased about your sissified state. You will strive to be more girlish than
the most feminine of natural girls."
The next morning Robert was dressed in a shirtwaist-dress and high-heeled
sling sandals. Aunty proceeded to pierce his earlobes. He fought with all
three of them over this, but it was no use--they were too strong. But once
he felt the needle prick his earlobes, and once he saw the shiny gold balls
that filled those holes, all resistance fled from Robert's mind. He was now
willing to be as girlish as they wanted him to be...and maybe more girlish
than they could possibly imagine!
When Aunty was through she said, "Now, with your plucked eyebrows, pierced
ear lobes, and such pretty long fingernails, everyone will know you are a
pretty fem!"
Finally school was out and Robert and Deborah left for Aunty's.
As Deborah and Robert walked through Aunty's front door, he knew he had left
his masculine life behind. He knew his world was now made up of wigs,
sandals, dresses, and perfume. It was strange... he wanted to attend Evelyn
Manor.
Yes, Aunty Christine had changed Robert into a sissy!
THE END