The girls were up at the crack of dawn so as not to miss a moment of the day ahead. Prissy’s feet were freed from the nightgown long enough for him to walk down to the kitchen, where he was re-imprisoned in the silk gown, and seated at the table. With his hands still tied in the gown, he had no choice but to sit quietly while the girls fed him his bottle and baby food. The four captures had each donned sheer baby doll nighties which did little to hide their charms from him as he sat miserably at the table with a bottle stuck in his mouth and the conversation turned to the day ahead.
“Prissy still seems to be awfully babyish, but we do only have the weekend…..she can’t remain an infant forever”, mused Chrissy as she leaned over and gave Prissy a wet kiss on the cheek.
“Let’s give her dance lessons!” cried Sally. “We could put her in a darling little tutu and teach her to dance the Nutcracker!” she giggled with a gleam in her eye.
“No”, disagreed Karen. “I think she’ll fit into my old Girl Scout’s uniform. She can go door to door and sell cookies!”
“They’re both good ideas, but I think Prissy needs some schooling today” Jennifer stated. “I have just the outfit for her, and I’m sure she’ll appreciate the lessons she can learn from such devoted teachers as ourselves. After all, she’s got a lot of junk to unlearn, isn’t that right Prissy?” she added as she pulled the empty bottle from Prissy’s mouth and smiled sweetly into his downcast face.
Prissy was eventually led from the table and back upstairs, where he was undressed and bathed by the four gleeful girls. Chrissy held the tip of his penis in her hands and scrubbed his groin with a cloth. “My, my, Prissy…..your little pee-pee got such a workout yesterday, didn’t it? But don’t worry. I don’t think it’s broken…..yet!” Prissy hung his head in shame. He had lost all control to these girls, and could do nothing at this point but submit to their indignities. If only they were merely threatening about making him go out in a Girl Scout’s uniform!
After the bath Prissy was led back into Jennifer’s room to be dressed. Laid out on the bed for him was a school girl’s uniform: white blouse, blue and green plaid skirt, knee high’s, mary jane’s and accessories. The underwear was suitably white, although more frilly than what a school girl would ordinarily wear, he figured, and the bra he wore was padded out to an A cup. A bow was pinned into his blonde wig….this one falling in a straight page boy. Only light makeup was applied, and when he was finally presented to himself in the mirror by the victorious girls he couldn’t believe that he looked so feminine. The blouse was buttoned to his neck, which was adorned with a floppy black bow. His breasts gave a hint of pubescent girlhood, and his legs adorned with socks and shoes, were fully exposed below the knee length, pleated skirt. Prissy, the school girl had been created.
Prissy was led back downstairs, where he was handed a small pile of books, and a purse to sling over one shoulder. He earned another demerit when he attempted to hold the books down against his hip, like a boy, instead of cradling them in his arms against his breasts, like a girl.
Meanwhile, Karen unwrapped another tampon, while Sally raised Prissy’s skirt and slip, and lowered his panties. Jennifer maintained her grip on Prissy’s ears, as Karen slowly pushed the tampon applicator into Prissy’s rectum. He grunted and squirmed, but was held fast between her legs. Jennifer squeezed his ears hard, and Prissy resumed manipulating the tampon while Karen repeated identical maneuvers on him.
Chrissy unwrapped another tampon and squeezed next to Jennifer as she placed it in Prissy’s free hand. Soon he was fucking both girls with the tampons, while Karen continued to push and pull the third tampon in and out of his *******. As Jennifer and Chrissy began to moan in unison, Sally reached under Prissy’s skirt and wrapped her fingers around his erect penis, softly and slowly rubbing it through his nylon panties.
“Are you enjoying your hygiene lesson, Prissy?” asked Sally as her hand lingered on his penis. “Don’t you feel just like a real girl now?” she teased. Within moments the two girls grunted and cried out, reaching a simultaneous orgasm. Just as Prissy was about to come though, Sally removed her hand and left him frustrated. “Oh no, Prissy dear”, she chided. “You’ll have to wait your turn.” Jennifer and Chrissy switched places with Sally and Karen, and the entire routine was repeated until they too had come while standing within inches of Prissy’s face.
All four satisfied girls then sat on the floor in front of Prissy, their glistening pussies staring back at his face only a few feet away. With a tampon still stuck in his rear, Prissy was required to sit down on the floor facing them, pushing the tampon in even further. Jennifer smiled, and told Prissy to jerk off for them, “And I want you to tell us how much you’re enjoying your lessons as a sissy, Prissy!”
As if in slow motion, Prissy grasped his prick through the panties, and rubbed it up and down. “I’m having a log of fun”, he said listlessly, in response to Jennifer’s prompting. “You’d better do better than that or you’ll end up learning how to be a little school girl cocksucker”, she warned. And so, his efforts began to improve. As gobs of cum splattered against his panties Prissy wailed “Ooooh! I’m so glad I’m a sissy! Please make me be a girl always!” As his wave of ecstasy crested he crumpled to the floor, slowly weeping at the degradation forced upon him.
It was now midday, and after cleaning themselves up, the girls fixed a quick lunch, and then prepared for Prissy’s afternoon outing. Jennifer described her plans as Prissy slowly picked at the small salad the girls had served him.
