In front of the mirror, I stood absolutely still as Sheila added touches.In front of the mirror, I stood absolutely still as Sheila added touches. Black patent flats with a fancy buckle on the toe, white gloves, big button clip on earrings, necklaces, bracelets and a little satin' covered girl's bowler. "He's adorable", the salesgirl enthused. "What a perfect sissy! No woman would want him now." "I just love him this way, don't you?" Sheila was walking around me, inspecting, tugging my jacket a bit here, fitting the spandex deeper into my rear crease. "I can't believe any real man would stand for this. He must really be a sissy boy to let you get away with this." Sheila took the girl to the side and whispered conspiratorial. "Can I tell you a secret?" Wide eyed, the salesgirl nodded that Sheila's confidences would go no further. |