form of spanking.  It contains emotional and psychological abuse in a
family setting. It contains abuse in the form of drugging characters
without their knowledge.  It contains depictions of schoolyard bullying
and cruelty. It contains depictions of abusive and coercive cult like
social pressure. This is a story about humiliation and forced
feminization.  Please don't read if depictions of this nature are not for
you.

Dedication: This story is dedicated to and very heavily inspired by
Chris, the Radical Feminist, who blogs and posts great stories at:
http://truepetticoating.blogspot.com/

Thanks, Chris!


The Prissy Princess Correctional Club
By SissyKimmy1

Part 1: One Little Day, Many Little Steps


Chapter 1: Prissy Princess Bad Behavior

Shawn stood sobbing in the middle of the room as he rubbed his sore, red
bottom. He was dressed only in a white, very soft cotton camisole covered
in prints of tiny pink and purple flowers with the matching panties and
his white tights draped around the white Mary Janes he wore on his feet.

"What a sissy crybaby!" he was taunted by his sister Cindy, the previous
owner of the panties and camisole he had humiliatingly been subjected to.
She was only one year older but much taller and more developed than her
brother.  She hadn't worn the childish girly-girl underwear for many
years, and now, much to her delight, they belonged to her brother and fit
him perfectly.

Shawn could do nothing but stare down at his girly new underwear in
abject shame at what was happening to him. He had gotten in trouble with
the law multiple times recently, and to avoid juvenile hall he had agreed
to participate in a special diversion program overseen by his mother, who
was a judge in juvenile court. She said it was a pilot program being
introduced for testing that she had helped to design.  She told him it
was called, "The PPCC,"  and that it was designed to keep him out of
trouble and help him reach his true potential as a boy.

His mother warned him that it was a very new and controversial program
and that his chapter would be one of the very first in the nation.  She
said it would likely be at least a decade before the programs started to
become widespread. The first major push was aimed for around 2004.  She
told him it would be a very big help to her and to his legal case if he
signed up because the program needed initial successful students if it
was going to start to grow.  When he asked if the program was similar to
what his sister had taken, she assured him that the girls and boys
versions of the program were designed from the ground up to be perfect
complements to one another, and that he would reach his full and proper
potential just like his sister was doing.

He readily agreed.  His sister had been voluntarily enrolled in one of
their mother's programs when they were both little.  Ever since that
time, it seemed like she outshined him in everything she did, especially
the things expected of boys, even though he used to viciously make fun of
her for being such a girly girl.  Ever since she joined her mother's
program she was a better athlete, a genius level student in math and
science with no exaggeration, and she always seemed to have all the
confidence in the world.  All of this was because of his mother's
accelerated learning program for girls.  The "CGPC" or Champion Girl
Promotion Club which had steadily grown to a full class of thirty young
girls for this coming school year.  For the first time this year, the
program was moving into a brand new school building all its own and would
be run as a boarding school.  Shawn and his family would live in a
separate house on school grounds.

The program was funded by an extreme radical feminist splinter group that
was hoping to change the face of education.  They blamed patriarchal
society for brainwashing girls away from athletics and hard sciences and
robbing them of their confidence to make them dependent on men.  They
isolated and immersed the girls in their own specially designed program
rolled out in a few small enclaves where the radical feminists held
political power and it seemed to have incredible results. Shawn's mother
was a local judge and was interested in the program, so she helped
implement it in their town and his sister was one of the very first
students.

Shawn thought that if he took one of his Mother's programs he could
finally start to catch up to his sister.  Whenever he complained about
her people just told him he should be proud of her and support her for
doing so well.  But that was hard when she was constantly taunting and
bullying him and lording her success and maturity over him. She
deliberately provoked him and it made it impossible for him not to seethe
with jealousy, because no matter how hard he tried he couldn't keep up.
She relished in taking sadistic revenge for Shawn's bullying of her when
they were little.

The only thing he really had was his baseball team, where he was doing
well and made friends with the team members who didn't know him from
school. He loved it. At school it was hard making friends because of a
pair of bullies in his class he would only identify to his Mother and
sister as, "The Twin Tormentors," when he attempted to beg to be moved to
another school or into a program like his sister's.

His Mother instead insisted on his big sister Cindy going to school with
him to confront the bullying boys and get them to leave him alone.  Under
any circumstances a boy would know it was a bad idea to have your sister
come bail you out from bullying.  It was even worse when she arrived to
discover the true identity of the pair of bullies he had humiliatingly
nicknamed with comic book or pro-wrestling villain grandiosity.  It was
two very pretty, blonde haired, identical twin girls named Karen and
Diane Sinclair, who had the infuriating ability to appear and sound
identically innocent as saints under any circumstances.  They spoke with
identical bossy, posh British accents and almost always wore the same
fashionable clothes and hairstyles, which they were doing that day.

The three had actually been genuine friends when they first met.  Shawn
was an outcast in his class.  He was bad at most sports the boys played
besides baseball and was more the dreamy type who was interested in art.
He was always doodling and sketching and daydreaming in class. He wanted
to try harder and keep up with his sister, but it was difficult for him
and his mind wandered.

The two new girls were rejected by the class for coming from another
country and talking funny and being bossy.  Shawn was the only one who
was nice to them at first because he understood what it was like to be
left out.  He found the ways they were different from the rest of the
people he knew to be exotic and interesting while the rest of the class
just saw them as weird.

For reasons he couldn't understand, eventually they turned on him and
spent their time making his life miserable instead of being real friends.
The betrayal hurt the sensitive boy very deeply and made the bullying
feel even worse.

Cindy laughed at the idea of helping her little brother against two
prissy seeming girls and told told him he had to handle that on his own.
She said it was more likely he was was the one who started it,
considering how he used to bully her for being girly when they were very
little.  Cindy told them everything he had said about them bullying him,
and exaggerated his complaints to make him sound like he was snivelling
like a little girl at the time.  Then she told them about his private
nickname for them.  He had only used it the one time out of frustration,
but once they heard it they never let him forget it.

He could still hear them laughing and repeating it in that moment,
together singsong in unison in that infuriating accent, "The Twin
Tormentors!?"  They were in hysterics.

Then the one on the left said, "Oh save me, Mummy! It's The Twin
Tormentors! Help me, Mummy! I wet my knickers!"

"Shut up, Diane!" he screamed.

Suddenly the two twins stopped laughing and looked curiously at each
other.  Then the one on the right said, "What a little fairy, begging his
big sister to come help him deal with his two best mates just because we
teased him a little? He belongs in knickers and a frock for real."

"We're not best friends, Karen!  I hate you!" he replied.

The twins looked at each other again almost confused.  "You can tell us
apart?" Diane, the one on the left asked.

"We didn't know you could do that. Nobody can tell us apart," Karen, the
one on the right added. "You didn't used to be able to do that, we've
been in class together ever since we moved to the States and you've never
been able to do that before," she mused.

"Even our parents make me show the birthmark when they need to be sure,"
Diane said.  Both girls pulled up their shirts a little, showing a
distinctive mark on the right side of Diane's torso.

Bullying forgotten for the moment they made him turn around, close his
eyes, count to ten, and turn around again. He guessed right again, and
then they kept repeating the test and he got four out of five.

"Fascinating," Cindy said. "I think I know how he does it."

"Who cares?" Shawn asked in frustration. He added sarcastically, "Can you
go now? Thanks so much for the help!"

"How does he do it?" Karen asked.

"Tell us!" Diane added.

Cindy told them her theory, seeming to take pleasure in her ability to
explain it with clinical sounding coldness, "Instinct. He's so afraid of
you that he's subconsciously reacting to you like you're a predator and
he's your prey.  Fear has made him very highly attentive of you, all the
time on the lookout.  You're just walking around together having a normal
day.  But he's spending all that time thinking about that incident two
weeks ago when," she paused and laughed now seeing the incident in a
different light than when she thought it was boys who did it, "The Twin
Tormentors pulled down his pants at recess in front of the whole class.
What was that about anyway?"

"He wanted to practice baseball with a few of the boys instead of coming
off and practicing football with his two best mates," Karen said.

"We thought otherwise," Diane added.

Cindy looked down at her pouting brother and then back at the twins with
some annoyance for the very first time.  "Well, he's not allowed to be
playing football, it's too dangerous for someone like him, he did the
right thing in saying no.  I think it's really cool that you Twin
Tormentors are playing but..."

The girls giggled, "Soccer," they interrupted together.

Karen added, "He's not very good but we have him play goalie and collect
the balls for us, we don't have a net so we just use cones."

Diane continued, "The boys use the only net and they won't let us play."

Cindy looked annoyed.  "Well that's not right at all." Cindy turned to
her brother, "Shawn, I know you want to play baseball with the boys but
you should be spending time with your best friends at recess.  Especially
when they need your help.  I think you owe," she paused and rolled her
eyes dramatically, "The Twin Tormentors here, an apology."

A red faced, resentful Shawn had no choice but to comply.

They never stopped bullying him after that. It was fun for them and Cindy
had basically given them carte blanche on behalf of his mother. When he
went home to complain about how Cindy had handled the situation his
mother said she trusted Cindy's judgement and that Karen and Diane
sounded like precisely the sort of girls he should be making friends
with.

He kept trying to make friends with the boys in his class, but Karen and
Diane would always mess it up somehow and he was stuck with them.  That's
what got him in this mess. He could never get away from them, and then
when they did something that finally made him snap, he ended up in the
most trouble he had ever been in.

It wasn't until that morning, the first day of his sentence, when he woke
up to find the PPCC handbook on his nightstand that he realized he had
agreed to a very different program than his sister's. The full title of
the guide was, "The Prissy Princess Correctional Club Guidebook." The
jacket of the book was covered with silver and pink glitter and
impossible to read without getting some on your clothes and hands.

In numb shock he turned to the first page where there was a preface that
read, "Welcome, willing inductee, to your Prissy Princess Correctional
Club Trial Period.  Prissy Princess Trial Period methods and timeframes
are subject to individual variation, but remember, at the successful
completion of their Prissy Princess Trial Period EVERY Prissy Princess is
privileged to receive a special unique Prissy Princess title all his own
because every Prissy Princess is a special and unique snowflake.  Wow!
What's yours? You don't have to pick now, but you can't complete your
Prissy Princess Trial Period until you do."

There was a form underneath the words with blanks to be filled in, it
read, My name is "Little Miss ______, (Fill in the new Prissy Princess
name your guardian has chosen for you.)

"And I'm the Prissy Princess of ______ ______ ______." (Use three, in any
order:)

-Your favorite color.
-Your favorite flower.
-One of your favorite things about being a Prissy Princess. Be creative!
-Your favorite spice or herb.
-Your favorite sugary treat.
-A word from the Prissy Princess ABCs

He read no further and charged downstairs to object, but just as he left
his room he was ambushed by his Mother and Sister and dragged back
inside.  They forced him to wear his sister's childish outgrown underwear
and a pair of tights and Mary Janes and then they took pictures with a
Polaroid camera.  His mother then dragged him downstairs by his ear and a
few minutes later he was in open rebellion again.  It didn't last long.

"You have no one but yourself to blame," his mother scolded as his post
spanking sobs began to quiet. She grabbed him by the ear and made him
mince towards the corner with his panties and tights still at his ankles.
He was forced to stay there sitting for twenty minutes on a pink stool
with a glittery pink sandpaper seat continuing to read the Prissy
Princess Guidebook.  He wore a pink conical hat with the phrase "Prissy
Princess Bad Behavior" printed on it in white.

"Now. Are you ready to apologize to your sister and do as you're told or
do you need to spend some more time over my knee?"

With renewed sobs he nodded.

"Speak up, Little Miss Shawna," his mother sternly ordered as he stood.

"Yes," he replied in a sniveling whiny voice which earned him another
quick slap on the rear, this time with the hated guide book which had
been snatched back from him.  His sister laughed, in part at the glitter
that had been left there after the impact.

"Say it like the book says you should, Cupcake," his mother instructed.

"Yes, Mommy!" he squealed. "I'll do as Miss Cindy says like a good Prissy
Princess."

In reply, she pointed to where his sister Cindy stood with a smug look of
amusement and superiority on her face.  Shawn bent down to pull up his
humiliating underwear before his mother pulled him up by the ear and
again pointed to his sister.

"Since your sister is the one you disobeyed, even after she was kind
enough to give you such a nice gift of her own hand me down panties from
when she was little like you, she gets to decide when your punishment is
finished. Maybe if you ask her very sweetly she will decide you've
learned your lesson and can pull up your pretty panties and tights."

Shawn was still forced by the humiliating little girl underwear tangled
around his ankles to take tiny mincing steps towards his sister who stood
clear across the room laughing at every moment of his emasculating
humiliation. "When I'm done with you, my little sissy sister, mincing
everywhere will be completely natural for you.  I doubt you'll even
remember how to walk like a boy."

Shawn sobbed at the promise.  When his mincing journey across the room to
where she stood mocking him was completed, Cindy forced him to look into
her eyes as he spoke. "I'm sorry for disobeying you Miss Cindy. Please
may I pull up my panties?  Thank you so much for giving them to me,
they're very pretty."  He gritted his teeth at being forced to refer to
her so respectfully when he was burning with resentment over his current
circumstance.

Cindy smiled as she replied, "Of course, Princess."  She bent down and
did the job herself.  Quickly she pulled up the soft cotton panties
covered in purple and pink flowers and she could feel her brother
shivering and shaking in humiliation and confusion at the sensations he
felt from his new underwear being put back in place.

Shawn watched in the mirror as she slowly drew up the tights and fumed at
the indignity of having no choice but to submit to this humiliating
feminization at the hands of his sister.  She was only one year older
than him but their relationship had been more like a mature aunt and a
little boy for many years now.

"Thank you, Miss Cindy," the sniveling boy replied as the tights were
pulled snugly up, his panties still clearly visible beneath the white
tights.

Cindy turned and picked up the object that had forced Shawn to try to
resist his punishment and earn his spanking. That is to say, she lifted
the very top of it out of the very large box it came in, the rhinestone
covered sleeveless white bodice peaked out and below was what to Shawn
looked like a bottomless sea of light purple taffeta. It was what his
mother and sister had decided would be his very first Prissy Princess
dress. It would change his life forever.  All because he got in serious
trouble twice in two weeks.

-

WHAT'S YOUR PRISSY PRINCESS SPECIAL UNIQUE TITLE GOING TO BE? DO YOU KNOW
YOUR PRISSY PRINCESS ABCs?

SHOULD YOU BE THE PRISSY PRINCESS OF...

PINK CHOCOLATE SURPRISES!?
CINNAMON RED ROSES!?
DITZY YELLOW DANDELIONS!?
CUTE CRINOLINE CYAN!?

Write some suggestions for your Prissy Princess special unique title in
your Prissy Princess workbook.  Don't worry if they don't seem quite
right, you'll know just what to pick when the time comes.  In your Prissy
Princess art book, draw a picture of your favorite flower or a beautiful
and unique snowflake. :)