I nodded my head, my blonde waves bouncing.I nodded my head, my blonde waves bouncing. "How precious. I want you to say Boo hoo hoo." "Boo hoo hoo" I replied dully. "Now faster and over and over." "Boo hoo hoo, boo hoo hoo, boohoohoo." "Louder and rub your eyes." "BOOHOOOHOO0!" I could see myself in the mirror. Dressed like a sissy and crying like an oversized child in a second rate play. "Whenever you cry, you will cry just like this, Sweetie." Sheila lead me over to the picture frame. A gilt edged picture frame - as tall as I - stood in the middle of a room. I stood framed in its center as Sheila took plenty of snaps of the Sniveling Sissy she had created. ********* Most of the woman assumed that I was a girl. I was dressed in white stirrups, a size too small to show off my plump fanny, and a fluffy pink angora sweater. "Cissy, get over here. There's someone I want you to meet." "Yes, Mrs. Jenkins." I tried to stand behind her when I saw who it was. Sheila had tracked down my first wife, Christine. "Is that thing really him?" "You betcha, Chris. I really put him in his place, didn't I" "I'll say! So you thought you could beat up and abuse women. You weren't much of a husband with me but at least you never tried any of that stuff. Sheila tells me that you used to tie her up and rape her." I tried to answer but, as usual, Sheila cut me off. "Don't you have anything at all to say? It's all true, huh? I don't think they've been half-enough hard on you." Sheila slipped her arm around Christine's waist. What was that all about? Were Christine's eyes a little glazed? Not enough to turn her into a pliant zombie like me but enough maybe to plant a suggestion about liking lesbian love. "What do you have in mind, Darling?" I could see the evil glint in Sheila's smile. |