A weekend cruise on a big liner, that's what attractive
twins Carol and Candy had planned for the benefit of their
younger sissy sister Stevie.
Petite and with a winning way of smiling right into you,
Stevie had slightly protruding teeth on her slim face which
was surrounded by her shortish fair hair. Always she'd
been the baby of the family, even though she was, at
nineteen, only a year younger than her sisters, you see
she'd never quite grown up, always liked dressing in pretty
sissy clothes, never made friends easily. This weekend the
twins expected was gonna change all that.
That Friday evening as the three of them stepped
aboard, the twins eagerly glanced at their fellow
passengers, with a keen sense of anticipation that by
Monday morning when the cruise was over, things would
be very very different.
They checked into their luxury family suite which they
were to share, Stevie making straight for the cot, which
was what Carol and Candy had expected, but her
sissiness they were determined would not last any longer.
It was getting late, so all Stevie did was unpack her sissy
wardrobe, put on her pink romper suit and curl up.happily
cuddling her dolly.
The twins however put on their best clothes, in showy
red pvc with metal threads for lace holes, the laces tied
quite tight, red pvc underwear too, very flashy, and in their
high heels made for the bar to firm up their ideas.
There weren't many there at that time of night, but over
a drink they made friends with Jay and Jaz both attractive
mid twenties who had already linked up with two others
their own age, Mark and Ally.
By the early hours a few drinks had warmed up their
plans into what they felt were really exciting. As they made
for their beds, the twins promised to meet up with them at
tea time to reveal how they were getting on.
The twins were pooped and so slept til noon, Stevie had
awoken earlier, playing quietly that morning in her cot.
With nothing else to do she had amused herself by putting
on a nappy and happily wetting herself.
When the twins did awake, they had to clean her, it
would be for the last time they promised themselves. By
now, still in their night attire, they were ready for an early
lunch, which was brought to their cabin. The meal cleared,
Carol and Candy asked Stevie what she'd like to play.
They often played these little games, and Stevie was
overjoyed to be able to spend that afternoon 'dwessing up'
as she called it. She had this sweet way of "thpeaking" with
her tongue half poking thru her front teeth,
"Pwease, leth play teachers," she suggested.
"OK," they agreed, "you be teacher, Stevie."
But that's not who she loved to be, she stamped her feet
and cried, "no, no, I'm never teacher, I wanna be de little
girlie pwease."
With Stevie on the verge of tears it looked like an
argument, but the twins had expected it and suggested
they draw lots. Perhaps they'd fiddled it, since Stevie drew
'teacher' and she managed to just about quell her
emotions as Candy got teacher's uniform out of her bag.
As the twins were about three inches taller, it was a
little on the large size for Stevie who'd never ever worn it
before. But she did put on the gown and mortar board and
took her cane, while Candy squeezed into the black and
white school girl costume, the one that Stevie usually
wore. Carol kept her pvc dress on. Lessons were ready to
begin, and Stevie racked her brains as to how it was done.
She had just announced it was to be "awithmetics,"
when her two pupils started quarrelling. Candy had pulled
Carol's long hair, naturally she had objected and retaliated.
Stevie looked on helplessly as the fight became out of
control, the two girls scratching at each other, Carol was
coming off worse as Candy managed to rip off her dress!
"Thtop!" shrieked Stevie in vain as one of her pupils
triumphantly lorded it over her semi-naked sister. What
Stevie didn't understand was that it was all a put up job.
"Punish her, teacher," cried both pupils together.
Nonplussed, Stevie told them to bend over and flicked
with her cane first at Candy, then at poor Carol in her torn
dress and underwear.
"That's not right, teacher," complained Carol. "I'll show
you," and she matched her words by taking the cane and
flailing it on to Candy's backside with a terrific thrashing.
"Now you do it," urged Carol, as she returned the cane
and bent over.
Stevie was still too half hearted, so Candy took control.
"No no teacher, hit her hard, she's been very very
naughty."
Candy tied Carol's hands so she was trussed to the
bedpost and lifted up her bottom so it was ideal for a
beating. She took down Carol's pantie and laid the cane
across both buttocks very loudly as Stevie had to look
away.
When asked to repeat that, she just couldn't. Candy
took hold of Stevie's hand to hold the cane, but though
Stevie wouldn't dream of hitting her sister hard, Candy
made her bring the cane down which though it hurt Carol
made Stevie wince more.
Candy had to say that she'd better be teacher for the
moment, just to show Stevie how to do it.
"Ooo thank oo Candy, pwease, can I dwess up as a
poopil now?"
So it was now Candy as teacher and Stevie donned her
favourite gymslip and happily bunched her hair in two
small plaits for the lesson.
But this lesson wasn't like the usual ones she'd enjoyed,
not at all.
"I'm afraid," announced teacher," that we'll have to
punish this naughty girl who couldn't take her part as
teacher. "Come forward, Miss Stevie."
There was a pause before Candy's frown made her
step up. She was pointed to the bed and didn't like being
tied to the bedpost next to Carol, but she knew she had to
submit.
Candy explained that she would first punish naughty
Carol for tearing her dress, afterwards she'd deal with
Stevie. Carol's bottom was raised into the air and her
panty pulled down, the cane was ready to strike.
Stevie started to cry.
"Stop crying, naughty girl," teacher ordered sternly, "or
your punishment will be worse."
Stevie tried to be silent as the cane fell on Carol so hard
that she flinched. After three strokes Stevie could see
Carol's flesh was reddening, after six she could also feel
her pain.
"Now it's your turn," Candy turned on Stevie. "Crouch
down like Carol."
If Stevie thought of disobedience it was only for a
second, as Candy raised the cane. She poked her bum out
and braced to receive her caning. It fell with a crack and
she collapsed and couldn't help crying.
"Stop that," ordered teacher, "there's five more."
Stevie begged, "pwease thtop," and was screaming very
loudly.
"Right, that means worse," Candy shouted, and lifted
the gymslip and took down Stevie's pantie, She pulled
Stevie into position and held her while her open hand
thundered down with a resounding smack on her bare
bottom. Though Stevie wriggled and screamed, there was
no escaping those wallops and her bottom was soon so
red, it matched her tear stained eyes.
"Will you behave now and be the teacher?" Candy
asked.
But such a state was Stevie in, the twins had to give it
up and left her crying on the bed while they went to the
restaurant for tea, where they were to meet up with Ally
and Jaz.
Once these two had heard what'd happened, they were
more than eager to take over, kindly allowing the twins to
spend that night with their boyfriends.
Thus, early that evening, Jaz and Ally came to play with
Stevie, hoping, indeed expecting, more success.
After they introduced themselves, Stevie wiped her tears
and was very pleased to welcome two new friends to play
with.
"What would oo like to play, lickle Stevie?" Jaz asked.
Stevie was so pleased she talked nicely, and replied
that she had costumes for doctors and nurses. Stevie
never minded being nurse or patient, and the three agreed
that she could be nurse today. So she slipped on her
nursey uniform while Jaz put on a white coat and
stethoscope and Ally played the patient, dressed in
Stevie's pink romper suit, which just fitted at a stretch. Jaz
collected up the various gadgets that went with this
medical set and asked Stevie in a very professional
manner,
"Well nurth, what is wong with thith patient?" In so
doing, perhaps she was slightly less professional in
pinching Stevie's bottom.
Stevie wasn't used to this version of the game, but she
carried onin her usual vein,
"I think Dr Jath, that thith gal hath been thick, and noone
knowth the weason."
"I see," Dr Jaz nodded, and proceeded to examine Ally
who lay on the bed. "Aha, I think I know. Nurth, stay with
her while I fetch the medicine."
While doctor quit the room, Nurse Stevie stroked her
patient's forehead and cooed over her. Her smile quite
won Ally over, and she reached up and pulled nurse to her
to give a kiss.
That threw Stevie too, for they didn't do that in her
game. But she smiled and that made Ally kiss her once
more.
"Pwease lie with me nursie," Ally begged, "I feel so
afwaid."
Stevie thought that nurses probably didn't do this sort of
thing, but she was kind and liked Ally too, so she
comforted her patient by lying aside her and stroking her
hair gently.
Ally resumed kissing and slipped her hand into Stevie's
pantie. But what does the doctor do when she returns? Not
best pleased was an understatement.
"Nurth Stevie, get up at once. That is vewy naughty of oo.
Give patient her medicine while I consider what to do with
oo."
Worried, Stevie took the large spoon Dr Jaz handed her
and a bottle of black medicine. Five spoonfuls she had to
ladle in. Then Dr Jaz pronounced her sentence. Stevie
was very "wong" and would have to take the medicine too.
It tasted horrid and Stevie felt she had to spit it out.
That made the doctor very "cwoss" and she grabbed
Stevie over her knee and pulled down her uniform and
from her doctor's bag drew out a needle. Without a word,
she put it into the scared Stevie, it was an enema. She left
it firmly in and dropped Stevie to the floor.
A sympathetic Ally helped Stevie up and comforted her
while evidently falling out with her friend. Apparently it
wasn't supposed to be like this. Stevie was lain on the bed
for Ally to make her feel better. But it was hard to be
comfortable or comforted with the enema making her feel
increasingly desperate and when Ally sought to remove it,
Jaz prevented her.
The two friends resorted to a scratching match, lucky it
was Jaz who came off worst and she collapsed into the
chair almost in need of medical help herself. That allowed
Ally to relieve Stevie. She sat Stevie on her potty.
"Cheer up," she smiled, "when oo are weady, I'd weally
like to play dwessing up!"
Stevie felt much better, and the two looked over Stevie's
wardrobe and selected a dress each. Stevie let Ally
choose first, a pale lilac frilly satin dress with matching
underskirt and a frilly satin pantie with lilac socks. Stevie
herself chose a pretty pink ruffled velvet dress with silk
arms in black, and with black lace, plus a soft pink plastic
pantie and pink socks. When they'd finished they admired
each other with pleasure and lay down on the bed in
peace.
"Lovely," whispered Stevie.
As for Jaz, she was about to go and tell the twins the
bad news when she caught Stevie smiling at her. Such a
sweet forgiving smile.
"Sowwy kid," Jaz felt she had to blurt out, "Forgive me.
Leth be fwiends?"
Stevie smiled and pointed to her wardrobe. Jaz hesisted,
but eyed one lemon gingham dress and felt a strong desire
to have it on her, even though it was obviously a little girl's
dress.
She felt a growing glow as she took off her doctor's coat
and stepped into this sweet dress, with yellow tights to
match. The frilly hem over her shoulders made her feel
just like a little girl again, and the layers of petticoat were
soft and warming.
The other two gazed at her with happy envy and bid her
lie with them. The three of them cuddled and kissed until at
last they fell peacefully asleep in each other's arms.
It had been quite a time, Carol and Candy had made a
real night of it with Mark and Jay. All four felt exhausted as
morning dawned, but the twins wanted to see how much
their little Stevie had grown up.
So they left the boys and crept along the silent corridor to
their own room, and opened the door. Whatever they had
expected, it wasn't this.
A mass of arms and legs on the bed perhaps, but not
those frilly sissy dresses on any of them. There they slept
peacefully, as Candy angrily shook Jaz and Ally. They
stirred sleepily.
No explanation was really needed, and the twins had
nothing for it but to leave to revise their plans over
breakfast.
Which time Jaz ordered three baby meals to be brought
up, which done, the three took it in turns to feed each other
with the large spoon.
Next, was potty time, first was Stevie. As she sat there,
the twins burst in, bringing Mark and Jay.
They surveyed in disgust their friends and ordered them
out. Jaz and Ally held Stevie's hand to take her too, but
Stevie was pushed away, her new friends shoved thru the
cabin door, locked out they couldn't get back in.
"Your sisters have asked us to help," Mark explained.
"We'll play doctors and nurses this morning, allright?"
Stevie really wanted to say no, even though she liked
the game, she had a worry she might not like their version.
"I'm the doctor," claimed Mark.
"And I'll be the nurse," added Jay, "you three can be the
patients. Lie on the bed."
The twins instantly obeyed and pulled Stevie beside
them. Carol first. Her torn red pvc dress looked awfully
tarty, but the doctor asked Jay to treat her as there was
nothing much wrong. Indeed he had been 'treating' her
most of the night.
Candy, the doctor examined with some care. He put his
stethoscope on her breast, he examined her breasts in
turn in some detail then felt down to her tummy and into
her pantie. Candy laughed with pleasure.
"I think I can cure you," he remarked with a grin, "just lie
quietly while I see my last patient."
Stevie wriggled as he approached. He stated that he
didn't like her pink dress at all, bad for you he declared. It
must come off at once. Stevie shook her head in dismay,
but resistance was futile when Dr Mark summoned the
nurse to help.
"It's only a game," Jay reminded. Her socks were
removed, then the plaits taken out her hair. As she tried to
resist, she was stripped of her pantie and finally she lay
there with no clothes at all, curling herself right up.
Jay had to admit at least to himself that she looked very
very nice indeed. Dr Mark however had other ideas on his
mind and as part of the game told nurse to give Stevie a
long bath then dress her in proper clothes by the time he
returned.
He took Candy away with him, leaving Carol alone in
bed as Jay took Stevie to the bath. In fact she did want a
wash after all the excitement, bits of breakfast were still on
her face, and though she liked to be bathed by her sisters,
she wasn't sure she wanted the same from Jay.
He dipped her very gently in the warm water and
handed her a rubber duck and with the soap started
washing her grubby face. It felt nice. She decided she did
quite like this after all. He washed her feet and legs, then
her hands and arms. Finally he moved the soap on her
shoulders and down towards her breasts. Innocently she
smiled at him. Jay wanted to continue, yet knew he would
do no more, instead he picked her up and dried her with a
large towel, she dragging her arms round his shoulders,
confident in him.
He allowed some bits to dry themselves, and once she
was dry, he gently followed her eyes which bid him wrap
that towel round her waist. It made a strong nappy and he
searched for safety pins to make her warm and safe.
Leaving her in the bathroom, he fetched a lilac satin
dress and clothed her as she cradled in his arms. She said
she was "weady" for her cot, so he carried her half
sleeping to the cot and laid her softly down.
This was the first inkling to Carol of developments and
with some shock she turned on Jay. After an angry
exchange, she felt she had better tell Candy, and left Jay
alone with Stevie, sleeping contentedly.
He scanned Stevie's wardrobe and found a blue sailor
suit with white edging, it made him feel like a child again,
and he curled up on the bed. But he wasn't peaceful there
for very long, for in burst the twins with Mark, who had
been not a little upset at being interrupted in his fun with
Candy.
Jay put up a struggle but the odds were too high and in
his sailor costume he was kicked out.
"Leave her to me," Mark promised the twins, and they
had nothing for it but agree, and joined Jay, Jaz and Ally in
their room, listening to what had happened, what had gone
wrong. But these three thought nothing had gone wrong,
they seemed more than happy themselves in their new
sissy costumes, trying to persuade the twins that it's very
nice playing at being a good little sissy girl. The twins
couldn't agree, and were sure Mark was succeeding as
that long Sunday afternoon wore on.
Mark stared at the sleeping Stevie in the pretty dress in
her cot. He pondered for a long while before roughly
shaking her.
"Whath wong?" asked Stevie awoken from a lovely
dream.
"Time to play another game," Mark said firmly.
"Ooo goody," smiled Stevie, and stood up in her cot
dancing happily.
"OK, let's get you out then," said Mark, undoing the bar
and helping Stevie out.
They sat on the edge of the bed.
"What we gonna play?" Stevie inquired.
"How about mummies and daddies?" suggested Mark.
"Ooo, I like that," agreed Stevie, " but dere's only us
two, we need thwee so we can have the baby. I'm always
baby," she ended with another little grin.
"Well we can't with only the two of us," he replied, "but
I'll help you and if you like before very long we will have a
baby."
"Ooo goody," responded Stevie enthusiastically and
with a broad smile.
"Well," continued the very pleased Mark, "how about
playing mummes and daddies with Copykats?"
As Stevie looked puzzled, Mark explained,
"I do something, then you copy." It sounded a nice game
to Stevie and her eyes watched as Mark lay down on the
bed. She lay aside, legs outstretched.
"Now, I'm feelin' hot," Mark said, so he takes off his
socks one at a time. Stevie copies, laying her two pink
socks beside the bed.
"Now I'm very hot," continued Mark, sitting up.
"Ooo, so am I," responded Stevie, and sat up on the
bed facing him as in a mirror.
"Yes, it certainly is hot in here," continued Mark, "don't
you agree?"
Stevie nodded, as he pulled off his shirt revealing his
bare chest. "Yeth, it ith,Marky" agreed Stevie, and if she
hesitated, it was only for a moment, as she pulled up her
sweet lilac satin dress, over her head, and there she was,
Mark staring at her topless body.
She was petite but her skin was pale and smooth, and
her breasts look delicious. He leaned forward and gave
her a little kiss on her blushing cheek.
"A kith fwom me," returned Stevie. He gave her a longer
kiss on her lips, and afterwards, she moved forward to
repeat his action.
Mark lay down, Stevie too.
"It'th nice with no clothes on," Stevie said smiling, as
she watched Mark start to take down his pants. But he
stopped.
"You do it first," he suggested, maybe he was almost a
little shy.
"Vewy well Marky, and she suited word to action and
discarding her lilac pantie, lay naked aside him. But he
didn't do the same.
"Oo must copy pwoply," insisted Stevie and she looked
at him so firmly with her blue eyes that he started to think
fast.
She kneeled on the bed, quite naked, this time he did
follow suit. She reached to his pants to pull them down. His
thoughts raced, he wanted her, so much he wanted her as
she knelt there opposite him, ready and innocently waiting,
and yet as he lusted after her, at the same time he felt an
even more overwhelming urge. Firstly not to hurt her, then
yet more powerfully did he want to feel Stevie's satin dress
on himself.
Almost as she was exposing him, he grasped her hand
and said quite earnestly,
"Please can I wear your dress?" She stopped and
looked puzzled. "Pwease," he realised his error and went
on, "I love ore dwess, pwease put it on lickle me."
She smiled and that melted him. Reaching down, she
caressed firstly her discarded lilac pantie which he enjoyed
her pulling over his own pants. As he trembled with
excitement, she lifted the satin dress over his head and
down, slowly down over his chest and his tummy, and
cpvering his lilac pantie. It felt so soft. He stared at her
naked form kneeling before him and was almost tempted
to reach out and touch her, but instead he savoured the
feeling of the dress very tight around him and sighed.
She pushed back his hair into a little pony tail, deftly
tying it with a pale lilac "wibbon." She got up saying, "oo
must need a dwink," and as he lay down wrapped in a mix
of emotions she filled a feeding bottle and brought him
some of the baby food that Jaz had ordered earlier, now
warmed up again.
"Weady," she smiled, "come to my cot and I'll feed oo."
Sheepishly Mark crawled, that was right thing to do he
felt, and climbed into Stevie's cot, a tight fit, but he was
able to sit up and Stevie held the bottle and he sucked
contentedly.
"Thuck it," Stevie encouraged when he got tired, and he
dreamily sucked on.
The milk quite drunk, she took the bottle away to put a
teat in Mark's mouth. Stevie has happy now playing at her
version of mummies and daddies, and she took off the lilac
pantie. Mark started at that, but couldn't speak what with
the teat in his mouth. He wriggled anxiously as she
removed his pants which to be honest were a little sticky.
She smacked him softly for that.
"Oo must have a nappy for that," she warned, and
grabbed a towel to wrap it around his bottom, quite
oblivious of any thing else he had on display.
Now Mark was pinned up, she started ladling the food
into his mouth, "open wide, pwease."
It was at this moment, that the twins returned. What did
they see? What they were certain they were going to see,
was their little sister in bed. Candy had experienced a
tremendous time with Mark the previous evening and fully
expected him to have worked his charms inside her and
that she would be greeting them with exciting stories of the
fun they'd enjoyed together. But the reality was that their
naked sister was kneeling beside her cot, feeding this
sissy man, food dripping down his neck!
Angrily, moving in unison, the twins pulled Stevie away,
she started crying. Mark they pulled out the cot and with
Stevie sobbing they pushed him towards the door. He was
putty in their hands and was about to exit when Stevie
screamed, "my dwess, my dwess!"
With some difficulty, the tight dress was pulled off and he
was chucked out into the night corridor, a surprising sight
for any late revellers as he made his way to his own cabin
only in a large nappy round his waist.
As for Stevie, with the cruise almost over, the twins
knew that it must be time for concerted action. They sat
Stevie down and firmly explained why they had brought
her on this cruise. She listened not really comprehending.
"We've got to get you sorted out," Candy told Stevie,
"right now."
Firmly she pointed to the bed, and as Stevie hesitated,
Carol pushed her there.
"Now we'll play another game," she insisted," whether
you want or not. Take It In Turns. You do something we
want, then we do something you want, got it? Do oo wanna
play?"
Stevie smiled for she always liked this game, she had
played this one before so she knew how it went. It didn't
seem too difficult, specially when Candy started them off
with,
"I expect oo are getting cold, I'm gonna dwess oo,
Stevie."
Stevie was happy but not when she saw that Candy was
discarding her own red pvc dress and pvc pantie that she'd
worn almost all weekend, and was clothing her little sister
in the dazzling pvc.
Stevie felt very strange in such grown-up costume and
started to "thuck" her thumb.
"No no," said Candy,"oo mus be a big gal now."
But when it came to Stevie's turn, she got her own back,
as it were, by leaving Candy unclothed and removing
Carol's dress and sweetly putting on the lilac satin dress
that Mark had lusted after, as well as the satin panties, so
Carol looked a real babydoll. "Vewy pwetty," as Stevie
remarked.
Candy's turn. She was still naked.
"Oo've been vewy naughty, not doin' what we wanted,"
she scolded Stevie. "Oo bend over."
Stevie obeyed, enjoying this fun. But she wasn't so
happy when she was smacked real hard first on her pvc,
then as it was pulled down, on her bare bottom, which
swelled to red, neatly matching the colour of the pvc.
"That's to make sure oo do what we say," scolded
Candy, pulling the pantie up again.
Stevie next. She decided to concentrate on Carol who
seemed to be keeping out of the exchanges, happily lying
on the bed in Stevie's dress. Stevie gave her a teat and
wiped the food off her clothing that was still there from
when she had fed Mark.
Though Carol jibbed at it, Stevie fetched her the nappy
with which she had played on the first morning. It was still
a trifle damp, but she put it on Carol anyway. Carol
decided she like the wet feel of it round her crotch and
wondered if she might be losing all sense of resistance. To
finish, Stevie filled the bottle with milk and left Carol
sucking away at it.
Candy lay the other side of the bed, and asked Stevie
as it was her turn, to join them in the middle.
Stevie snuggled between Carol and Candy who
wrapped one arm round her little sister so that Stevie gave
her a little kiss. Her other arm she reached down inside
Stevie's dress and under the elastic of her pvc pantie.
She felt down to between her legs, soft and smooth, so
sweet and soft unlike Candy's own which was very well
used. She bid Carol put one hand there too, as they both
felt round the softness, Stevie remaining still and
unconcerned, for she trusted her sisters. But Carol quickly
lost interest, seeming to prefer her bottle.
It was time for Stevie's go, so Candy's hand reluctantly
withdrawn, she turned to Carol who had sucked all her
milk.
She undid the thread on her pvc dress and led Carol's
mouth to her nipple. It was a thrilling sensation that Carol
felt, as she automatically started sucking on Stevie's warm
breast. Lying next her she felt just as she remembered
many many years ago, so protected and loved and as she
sucked she became conscious of a growing desire within
her.
Maybe Stevie sensed it, "come on thith," she urged.
And she did, as a trickle slipped into her nappy, soon to
be little stream, then a cascade which made the already
damp nappy so wet that Stevie could feel some of wetness
on her own dress and leg. Carol trembled and shook as
she sensed a tiny lump was wanting to press out her
bottom like a little egg, and this urge she certainly didn't
want to resist, and a little poked out, gradually swelling
quite large then larger and larger until it pushed out and
burst into her nappy. Carol lay back contented, and sighed.
Candy spotted what had happened. It was all going
wrong. But she had her next move all ready, as unseen by
Stevie she brought out a large dildo.
Her hand reached down into Stevie's pantie again, the
dildo tickling Stevie's tum, and she giggled.
"Why are oo tickling me?" she looked at Candy.
But Candy made no reply, instead, before reaching the
climax of the game and pushing it in, did a last check that
it was working properly by squirting it slightly. This
squeezed on her hand and Stevie also felt the wetness
and quite liked it.
"Oo weeing on me?" she asked puzzled.
"Sort of," admitted Candy and began to press, but as
Stevie gazed on her so trustingly, she powerfully felt the
need to stop. She withdrew her hand with the contraption,
instead poking it on her own naked body squirting it over
herself. It made her want more.
"Stevie," she cried," oo are a lickle darlin'," and turning,
and lay over her sister, kissed her. Stevie just lay there as
Candy coudn't help herself and weed all over Stevie's pvc
and onto the bed. Stevie lay in a pool of wetness and
cooed ecstatically.
I think you must agree with me that she'd taught her
sisters about how lovely it is to be a sweet sissy girl.
As the cruise ends next morning, you can see two
couples disembarking, each in lovely sissy dresses that
cause many a remark among their fellow passengers.
But sweetest of all are those three sisters waddling off
the ship hand in hand, not only in their matching attractive
lilac dresses and petticoats, but also oddly bulging down
below.
And if you walk close enough you'll see that they are
more than a little wet too, and perhaps if you jostle right up
to them you'll smell the stained wee that tells of the happy
outcome their sissy weekend.
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