Sissy Trainer Answers Your Questions #2

Here's a problem that some other Sissy Trainers have asked me about:

"What do you do if you can't get your Sissy to sign the papers authorizing breast implant surgery?  I've been able to force my Sissy to do just about everything but I can't get it to sign the papers the hospital requires.  What can I do?"

Yes -- that can be a problem.

Well, first off, I never have this problem.  I have a little "don't ask, don't tell" arrangement with some excellent plastic surgeons in Mexico.  As long as I provide the cash, they are happy to do whatever I ask to the "patients" I bring them.

But most Sissy Trainers aren't as lucky as I am and need to get their Sissies to agree to the surgery -- very inconvenient if your Sissy is being forcibly femininized against his will.

Here's my advice:  If your Sissy won't agree to breast implants -- FINE!  Let him parade around completely flat chested.  Force him to wear outfits that emphasize his lack of boobs -- no padding, no bra.  If you do this right, before long your Sissy will begin to feel incomplete and self conscious about being flat chested and absolutely beg you for the breasts he's lacking.

And once he signs on the dotted line, be sure to outfit him with some sweet DD's -- that's what he gets for not cooperating in the first place!

Sissy Salon Fun

Your Sissy will spend many, many hours at the beauty salon, having his hair, his make-up and his nails done.  You may even choose to have your Sissy waxed and maybe massaged!

These hours in the salon are a very important time for your Sissy.  Here are some tips for getting the most out of this time.

Most importantly, everyone at the salon must know who and what your Sissy is.  My experience is that the gals who work in the salon will take much pleasure in having a sweet little Sissy to play with.  Your Sissy will find their kindness and acceptance both pleasant and humiliating, as it will powerfully reinforce how unmanly your Sissy has become.

The salon's other clients must also know the truth about your Sissy.  And in my experience, these women are often disgusted and horrified by the idea of a Sissy sharing their salon.  These gals can be relied on to brutally insult and humiliate your Sissy.

Today, my Sissy has just had his make-up done (check out those eye-lashes!) and his hair put up in curlers.  As I enter the salon, my Sissy obediently drops his eyes to the floor.

"Well take a look at you," I say in a loud voice that everyone can hear.  "I hope you've been a good little Sissy while the girls were doing your hair and make-up."

"Yes, Ma'am," my Sissy meakly replies.

"Those curlers need to stay in for another hour.  No point just sitting around here.  Come along, let's go shopping at the mall.  Grab your Sissy purse and go get in the car."

A Sissy's Education

"Quit your pouting and change your attitude right this second, missy," scolded my stepmother.  "Look at the time and you're not even dressed yet!"

"But you promised!" I cried.  "We had a deal.  You said I could go to college in the fall if I let you treat me like a daughter all summer.  Well, I did everything you asked.   I travelled all over Europe with you pretending to be mother and daughter.  I let you dress me up like a girl every day.  I even learned how to do my hair and make-up like a real girl."

"Wasn't that just delightful," she replied.  "And you looked so cute in your swimsuit on the beach in Capri..."   

"And," I continued, "I think you've been putting female hormones in my food."

"You figured that out, did you Einstein?" my Stepmother sneered.  "What gave it away?  Was it those B-cup boobs or the fact that your little 'thingie' doesn't get hard any more?  Now hurry up and put one your dress.  The car will be here soon to take us to the airport."

"But I'm not going!" I screamed.  "You can't make be go to a girls' finishing school!"

"Oh, I can and I will!" my stepmother shot back.  "Now you listen to me you little faggot sissy.  I know you like to dress up like a girl.  I know you've been trying on my things when I'm not home.  Don't try to deny it."

I hung my head in shame.  "We've already discussed this a hundred times," I said, defeated.  "Yes, I like to wear girl things occasionally.  I like to pretend I'm a girl once in a while." 

"Well, then, what's the problem?  I'm letting you live out your dream and pretend to be a girl all the time.  I'm even willing to spend a lot of money to send you to school to be the very best girl you can be!  Now one more word out of you and I will tell your father that you're a little sissy that likes to dress up like a pretty girl!"

Oh no!  Anything but that.  My stepmother held the trump card and she knew it.

"Oh my," my stepmother said, " the limo is already here.  Get your dress on and let's get you to school."

Sissy's First Date

The girls at the salon had great fun with me today, spending hours on my hair and make-up.  They even gave me a bikini wax.  All afternoon they chattered excitedly about my big date tonight -- my first date with a man!  I am absolutely terrified and disgusted by the whole idea.


After discovering my crossdressing secret two years ago, my wife has been forcing me to become more feminine and subservient.  She has used diet, hormones and coercion to transform me from a closeted crossdresser to a pathetic, full-time sissy under the complete control of my wife. 


My wife no longer accepts me as her husband and has recently started entertaining her new lovers in our home,  And now she has told me that I also need to have male lovers! 


That is why I have been all dolled up for my big date tonight.  My wife arranged everything.  She picked the man ("Very tall, very muscular -- a real alpha male!" she said), picked the rerstaurant and ever reserved a hotel room for afterwards.  I have been instructed to please him in every way and that I may not come home until morning.  Also -- I will be in big trouble if he doesn't ask for a second date.


My wife insisted on snapping photos while I got dressed.  She had me perch on the chair and pose for some sexy photos in just my underwear.  I forced myself to smile so as not to anger her.  She made it very clear to me that she expected me to be enthusiastic and charming at all times -- regardless of how I actually felt. 

"Enough prancing around in your sexy undies," my wife siad.  "Let's get you into that pretty dress I bought for you.  You are going to look so pretty tonight!  Your handsome date will be simply delighted!"

Just as my wife finished zipping up my form fitting dress, the doorbell rang.  "Oh, he's here!" my wife exclaimed.  I felt faint and wanted to run and hide -- but I had no where to go.  My wife handed me a cute clutch purse and pushed me towards the door.  "Now, be a good little sissy and do everything I taught you.  And maybe next week we can go on a double date with both of our boyfriends.  See you in the morning!" 

Sissy Trainer Answers Your Questions

Here's a question I am often asked by other Sissy Trainers...

"Dear Mistress Linda,
I have always been so impressed and envious of how deliciously skinny and delicate your sissies are.  How do you do it?"

Well, it's really very simple.  The answer is one little word:  Starvation!

When I take delivery of a new sub-male, I immediately put it on a diet that I promise will yield the results you want:

  Breakfast: 
      1 serving Special K
      2 ounces skim milk
      tea with lemon
  Lunch:
      1 apple
      1 "Light n' Fit" yogurt
      water
  Dinner:
      mixed greens with lemon juice
      club soda
   

That's less than 400 calories a day!  On that diet you will be impressed how quickly the pounds and inches -- and the will to resist your demands -- melt away!

For some extra fun, have meals with your sissy.  Treat yourself to bacon and eggs or a sizzling steak and enjoy how your sissy suffers as he watches you eat your savory and satisying meal.  

Some trainers have argued that my sissy diet doesn't have sufficient protein.  Not true.  My sissies get plenty of protein from the blow jobs they give!  Swallow every drop, little sissy, it's good for you!

Sissy Ginger's Tears

Poor little Sissy Ginger tried to fight back the tears as he stepped off his Master's plane.   Wearing nothing but his prettiest bra and panties, Sissy Ginger walked to the Jeep that was waiting at the edge of the runway.  His Master's guards and driver were enjoying watching the humilated and completely exposed Sissy make his way to the waiting car.  

Six months ago, the Master had forced his sissy to undergo extreme feminization surgery and training.  The sissy's face had been sculpted into a thing of great beauty.  His body carved into graceful, delicate curves.  The massive doses of hormones had given the sissy small, soft, lovely breasts that were now filling out his elegant French brassiere. 

Sissy Ginger's lips were very sore from the collagen treatments he had just received earlier that day, but that was not why he was crying.  Nor was he crying because he was forced to parade around outside in front of his Master's rugged and leering employees wearing only his pretty lingerie.  No, Sissy Ginger was crying because he knew that he would probably never be allowed to leave his Master's private island.  He was now trapped here to serve his perverted and cruel Master as his permanent sexy sissy love slave.