With the help of F.I.S.T. (the Female Institute for Societal Transformation) special boys like myself were given a bed, food, and an education. We wore the uniform of a white blouse, short plaid skirt, stockings, and stiletto shoes with pride.
I was looking forward to celebrating my ‘bra-day’, but the course of my life changed when Auntie found Vicky in my bed, and I discovered the reason we were made into simpering sissies.
Sissy Dreams: A Prissy Sissy Dream
Publication date: 13/05/2015