A Sissy Soirée
A Sissy Soirée The quiet stillness of Christmas Eve filled the house, but Donna and Gerald were preparing for a different kind of festive evening. Donna had spent weeks planning and purchasing Gerald's new outfit. She was eager to see the delight - and humiliation - that awaited. “Let’s get started, Missy,” Donna said with a sly grin, slipping into her dominant persona with ease. Gerald’s cheeks flushed, he nodded, after one glance he was desperate to wear the pink confection Donna had laid out for him. The dress was a sissy’s dream: a short, frilly number in bright pastel pink, complete with layered petticoats that would quietly ssswsshhh and flounce with his every movement. Donna had even bought a matching corset and pink heels to complete sissies outfit. Donna had made it clear: before Missy could even think about slipping into the outfit, he needed to prepare. “You’re not touching this dress until you’re smooth as satin,” she declared, handing him a razor and a can ...