As if a signal has gone off, half a dozen more big sissies surround him and in a flash have him on his back on a changing mat, legs in the air . With a flurry of soft hands, warm and wet cloths, and not a few giggles, he finds himself changed into a fresh diaper and a frilly pink baby girl dress.

His new dress barely makes it halfway down his shaved belly and does not even come close to covering the crinkly plastic pink and purple princess pants.

Lacy-edged, white baby socks with pink bows finish off the outfit. As the young woman is putting them on his, still numb feet, she looks up shyly and smiles and tips up a pink hand mirror to show him his shaven face and strawberry blonde wig with long Shirley Temple curls which he had not noticed up to now.