Two hours later, Prissy was returned to Janet’s house. The girls had changed into negligees, and were waiting up for him. They immediately pestered him with questions about what had happened with Tom. Prissy’s makeup was smeared, and he looked dazed as the girls made him stand in the center of the room, and relate what had happened. He stood there briefly, and then burst into tears. “He was horrid!” he cried as he buried his face in his hands.
“Ooh. Don’t cry now dear. Since you’re having a hard time verbalizing your experience, Prissy, why don’t’ we just act it out.”
Janet and company slept late Sunday morning. When Prissy finally awoke, he shuddered and nearly felt nauseous at all he had endured yesterday. He had been forced to give a blowjob to the “Prom Prince”……and then forced to reenact it for Janet and the others! And all the time while dressed, and ACTING as a teenage Prom Princess!
He was utterly despaired as Janet pulled him out of bed and dragged him to the bathroom. “It’s only Sunday, Prissy. You still have a full day as a sissy yet ahead”, she gloated. After a bubble bath, Janet slipped a sheer pink negligee on him, and led Prissy back to the bedroom to be dressed once again. Katie, Catherine, and Sally were waiting for him.
“Since you’re all grown up now Prissy, we’ve decided that you should learn some skills that will help you be a working girl some day”, said Janet. “But we want your outfit to be more of a surprise than the others. So before we put any clothes on you, we’re going to do your makeup and hair.” The girls sat Prissy at the vanity and worked him over. Compared with his makeup from the night before, he now appeared more grown up…..even glamorous. The pink lips and nails from Saturday became bright red on Sunday. Yet another long blonde wig was securely pinned to his head, the masses of curls sweeping down over his shoulders, halfway down his back. All of this was performed with a towel draped over the mirror so that Prissy couldn’t see the details of the girls’ work. “You’re going to be sooooo darling when we’re finished”, Catherine laughed as the girls finished up.
Janet finally took a black scarf and tied it around Prissy’s head so as to prevent him from seeing the remainder of the transformation, but not so tightly as to mess his makeup. Panties, a real boned corset, stockings, heels, and bra followed in short order. A slip, unlike any Prissy had worn so far was drawn up his legs, and a dress was carefully dropped over his wig and zipped up the rear. He could feel the girls making final adjustments, fiddling with his hair, and tying a bow at the rear of his waist. Last, his feet were crammed into the highest heels he’d yet worn…..a full five inches!
