All PG 13 The Stepford Sissy
A young man is sent to live with his aunt in the picturesque town of Stepford, though its more than he was expecting.
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To call the building he was currently waiting in an airport would be incredibly generous. On the same level of generosity that a wealthy billionaire would give a billion dollars to a local small time charity with the aims of helping them get set up and help as many people out. A building that covered half an acre of land, a few sheds that stored small aircraft and fuel tankers when they were needed. A single runway stretched for half a mile out into a field and even then there was only one plane, and a small line of no more than thirty people waiting to board the short haul flight out to a more populated area of Ireland.

They were on their way out of the area, though Ryan was currently standing in front of the lost baggage claims desk becoming more irritated by the second at the blonde ladys lack of common sense to get off her rounded backside and go and try and find out any more information as to the whereabouts of his missing luggage that didnt turn up on the reclaim belt in the arrivals lounge of the wooden building of the airport. Two bags full of clothing and the very few personal possessions that he had brought over from England. The sixteen year old turned away from the desk before rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. He was tired from the journey he had to take. First a train from Southampton to London Gatwick, and then from Gatwick to a remote airport six miles outside of a small town called Stepford, located in a rural area of Ireland.


There were a few sounds coming from behind Ryan, the lady at the desk had started to type in a number to her phone, she had started to ask about Ryans luggage. Finally. It had taken them long enough to do It, and hopefully he would gain some answers as to what was happening. Where had his luggage gone off to? He had it with him on the train, through the underground system and he checked it in with the right labels at Gatwick. The idiots at luggage handling had probably misplaced his bags and had it sent on the wrong flight. For all Ryan knew it was probably in China or Afghanistan. Somewhere stupid.


Im going to get a drink. He told the woman at the desk, having enough of standing around and waiting for an answer that wasnt going to come anytime soon. At sixteen Ryan was different from most boys his age. He was scrawny, and slightly effeminate with shoulder length snow white hair, crystal blue eyes and soft facial features. A scar ran across his right cheek after he got into a fight with someone from school three years earlier. He wore somewhat baggy clothing, though that wasnt by choice. The jeans he wore were a size too big for him, and his t shirt was loose as well as the sleeveless hoody that completed his outfit. He had a black messenger bag slung over his shoulder filled with his passport, a few computer game magazines and documentation regarding the six month visa he had gained to spend with his aunt. That meant two months of summer, and four months at the local school he was going to be enrolled in, though Ryan had no idea what to expect from that.

 

The drinks stand in the only real part of the airport had very little in the way of selection. Budget brand cola, water, lemonade and a few bottles of juice. The stand was part of a shop with an equally small selection snacks, magazines and travel essentials such as blindfolds and ear plugs, not that anyone would need them while on a short haul flight. Ryan picked up a bottle of orange juice with the oranges having supposedly been picked in orange groves located in Florida. He paid for it with a one euro and twenty cents for the bottle, and while walking away from the counter his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. He must have forgotten to take it off silent after he entered the airport. With the slightly warm bottle of orange juice, Ryan walked back towards the lost luggage desk before looking at the caller ID. It was his Aunt Helena.

 

Hey Aunt¦ Im a bit annoyed, the airline lost my luggage¦. Both suitcases. Im waiting for them to respond¦ Im at the front entrance if you want to come in. I wish I knew how long it would take¦ all right see you in a bit. Ryan put his phone back in his pocket, the old model barely had any juice left, and he was hoping to get a new one when he returned, that was if things did improve.


Ryan had been sent to stay with his aunt because financially things at home were going bad. His father was a gambling addict who often squandered what little money the family had either at the casino or down at the race tracks. At one point Ryan would had said that there wasnt a problem, but he was merely living in denial of the truth. His father did have an addiction, and that addiction had cost his family everything. It came to a point in which his parents became bankrupt and had to sell most of their possessions to make ends meet. They couldnt take care of Ryan; that was going to be difficult considering the budget. Thankfully it was the helpful suggestion from his Aunt Helena that had helped the young man out. She had offered to take him in for a few months while his parents worked on getting their finances sorted out.


Excuse me young man, Ive just gotten off the phone with my supervisor! the blonde haired woman called out from the counter of the lost luggage. Ryan had been waiting for that for the past hour and it had better be good news. As soon as he was at the desk the woman started to explain everything.
They had discovered his luggage had been logged on the wrong flight and sent to Australia. It would be a little while before they could get it back though and were deeply sorry. They had an estimated time of at least a week before it could be reclaimed and sent back, pushing its arrival date in Ireland to ten days at the most. Ryan was close to shouting and screaming, throwing a tantrum like a spoilt brat who couldnt get the toy he or she wanted. But he composed himself, resigned to just banging his head on the lost luggage desk. It was a stress relief mechanism he had made up for himself on the build up to his GCSE exams, especially with science. He would sit in class, and when he was being marginalised by his teacher or picked on by the other students Ryan would simply sit at his desk, look on the table and allow his body to drop. The end result would be Ryan hitting the table, and having something less stressful than those around him to focus on.

 

Ryan! a soothing voice could be heard from the entrance of the airport. The few people that were still there looked up and towards the direction of the voice, though quickly turned away. Ryan however didnt. Aunt Helena, his mothers oldest sister and despite living the furthest away, Ryan enjoyed her company and knew Helena more so than those relatives that lived within an hours drive of where he did.


Helena Fairfax was a single woman, unable to have children and with little interest of finding a husband. She had moved from Southampton to Stepford to set up her own business. She owned a clothing store that specialised in outfits from all around the world and in different styles. Mostly for girls, but Ryan had seen online that boys regularly visited the shop so he assumed that there were clothing for males. Helena was a tall and lithe lady of thirty-seven years old. She had long blonde hair that was tied in a ponytail. Her ice blue eyes looked through stylish square rimmed glasses. She wore a pair of jeans, fitted and they emphasised her frame. She also wore a long sleeved t shirt with an Iron Maiden logo on the front. The one thing that Ryan enjoyed was that he could always speak with his aunt about music, movies, computer games and books and the pair of them would have the exact same tastes.

 

Hey Aunt Helena. The two embraced one another in a hug as soon as they were close enough, and with a smile on his face Ryan stepped back, looking to his aunt as she placed both hands on his shoulders, trying to reassure him about the lost luggage situation.


Has there been any developments? Helena asked with a small smile while they walked on towards the desk. There was an envelope placed with a small note, it had his name on it. The blonde woman had picked up an incoming phone call. Ryan explained everything to Helena about the ten day wait for his package. In return she promised him that they would be able to stop by her shop and pick out a new set of clothes for Ryan, what Helena was calling a fashion show.


Then our first stop shall be the shop. It closes in an hour and that means we wont have anyone disturbing us. She promised him with a smile before patting his shoulder and looked to the envelope. Inside was a cheque made out to any bank for a hundred euros. Compensation for the luggage, or at least a small bit of it in Ryans eyes as he slipped it in his bag. Without another word said the pair of them were on their way towards Stepford.

 

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The drive wasnt long from the airport into Stepford. In fact it was hardly thirty minutes before signs for Stepford appeared on the sides of the road. Despite being down about his luggage, Ryan was happy to be spending the next six months with his aunt. She was always nice to him, she was kind, gentle, never raised her voice in anger (not that she ever needed to) or treated Ryan like he was little more than an inconvenience. Her door was always open to him so that if he ever wanted to visit her, then he could. All hed have to do was hop on a plane to Ireland and she would pick him up. This had been the first time he had taken her up on that offer. Some had commented on the only reason that Ryan liked his aunt Helena over those that lived in England was because Helena was rich and successful. They were dead wrong about that. Ryan liked Helena because she treated him with respect. Nothing was too much of a problem.

 

Youre quiet. Is something on your mind Ryan? Helena asked from her seat, turning her attention slightly to the left glimpse at Ryan. Excited?

 

A little. He said with honesty before sitting up straight and looking towards Helena. Im also nervous. I dont know anyone other than you here. I¦ well you know what school was like for me. For Ryan, school was a dreadful experience. From his first days in reception all the way towards finishing year 11 he had been bullied and picked on because of how he looked and his size. Yes he looked like a girl, and was small, but it didnt give people the right to treat him like crap.

 

Im pleased to say that Stepford is quite a tolerant place. Gay, straight, lesbian, cross-dresser, lover of all things fetish and all of the above. Everyone is welcome. Said Helena with a smile on her face as they passed the boarders of Stepford.
Ryans gaze was out the window at all times, though he couldnt help but think something looked strange as they crossed over into the town. It might have been his imagination, but something appeared before him but he couldnt fathom what it was. To him it looked like a wall, but an incredibly thin wall no bigger than a quarter of an inch. It was probably less than that, half a quarter of an inch and then it was gone. Maybe Helena was driving too fast. A quick glance at the dashboard put a stop to that train of thought. She was well within the speed limit.

Forgetting the matter of possibly seeing things that arent there, Ryans eyes found they were drifting to what was in front of them. It was the town of Stepford. It looked like a traditional town. Large buildings that looked at home in an American movie set in the suburbs the houses were painted in multiple pastel colours. Every house was different. Large green lawns and parks were in abundance. This was a far cry from the dreary grey city Ryan had come from. His old home had been run down, riddled with crime and full of violence towards one another. It was a form of hell. Stepford was heaven in comparison. This is amazing. Ryan breathed as Helena drove them on. They passed the city hall, the shopping centres.
One thing that surprised Ryan the most was the clothing choices that people wore. Pastel colours, all bright, nothing dark. It was summer clothes for the summer and that wasnt something seen in most towns or cities. It looked as if he and Helena were the only ones out wearing black, though they hadnt passed the small business area of Stepford just yet and so that could change. When they had stopped at the traffic lights Ryan could see a better picture into the park. Girls wear wearing petticoats underneath dresses, and they were fashioned in the style of fifties America. Men were wearing just as bright colours, though a little more masculine and no one was wearing dresses. While he saw adult males, Ryan was finding it difficult to see any males his age. Running through the park were girls. They wore puffy dresses with large bows, knee length white socks, Mary Jane shoes and they all had ribbons in their brightly coloured hair. This was a far cry from Southampton, though Ryans first reaction was somewhat mixed in terms of what he thought.

 

There are no boys. Ryan pointed out to Helena, who merely glanced out of the window before the lights turned green. She didnt comment on that fact, just continued to drive with a content look on her face. Ryan looked towards her, wondering if she was going to say anything. When she remained quiet though, he took it as a sign and nodded his head before looking on towards the shopping district of the town. Mostly clothes shops, but there were also a mixture of entertainment shops, book stores, toy shops and a few shopping malls. Ryan noticed that a lot of the shops were focusing on dresses and formal fashion. That most of the shoppers were dressed very similarly. Young and old. Again, no boys.

 

Aunt Helena, this place is weird. Said Ryan as he sat in the car, looking out of the front window as Helena turned into a parking lot. There was a private space with her surname on, and she instantly took it without hesitation. With a smile on her face and the engine switched off, she looked to Ryan, patting his shoulder.

 

It will take some getting used to. Stepford is a lot more different than what you are used to back in England, but as long as you give it a chance then youll be fine. Helena reassured him, and Ryan in returned smiled and nodded his head before climbing out of the car. It was a shady area, which Ryan found good considering that it was over thirty degrees in the day. Just a warning Ryan; when we enter the shops there may be boys in there, but whatever they are wearing please do not comment. As I said, Stepford is different from anywhere in England. While it was a warning, Helenas tone of voice wasnt threatening. It was simply stating a fact and Ryan nodded again before following her from the car park.

 

Helenas shop wasnt easy to find. There were a few shops along the same row that dealt in specialist outfits. Bridal, sissy, everyday clothes, school uniform shop and a shop that dealt with numerous designs and outfits for males and females aged from twelve to twenty-five. Helena informed Ryan that the shop was indeed hers. It was called Cute and Elegant, a name she came up with when considering how she was going to market the shop. In the windows were dresses and outfits that Ryan recognised from reading manga and watching anime. Lolita clothes. Skirts, dresses, blouses, capelets and bonnets on offer in various bright colours. Looking through the mannequins, looking into the store Ryan could see girls walking around in similar outfits. They must be customers, that or Helenas workforce, though they looked no older than Ryan did.

 

Come on Ryan, lets introduce you to some of the local kids. Said Helena with a smile on her face as she took Ryans hand and lead him into the store. He could see that the girls were doing their own sort of fashion show.

Little did Ryan know that in good time he would be part of it.

 

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TiresiasRex
I'm glad that you have begun this story, Sissy_Fairy! 

I am a big fan of the original Ira Levin novel and the first film adaptation of his work. The Nicole Kidman "dark comedy" remake was...er...atrocious. 

Before you posted this story you asked potential readers which version they preferred: let me be loud and clear early in the game: I prefer the "Dis" robot/android dopplegangers (maybe "replicants" would be a better word, with a tip of the hat to both Ridley Scott and Philip K. Dick) than the brainwashed women (or, in your case, sissies).

In the first film's conclusion, when our heroine meets her black-eyed (soul-less) copy  in "Dis"'s house on that dark and stormy night...chilling. That image stuck with me for years.

I'll be here for your next chapter...and I hope others will be here, too, to enjoy the possibly twisty and horrifying ride! 

Blessings to you, 

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Sissy_Fairy
Hey Tirias, thank you for commenting on my story. 

I've only ever read the novel and seen the remake. I've never watched the movie before so its difficult to really comment on the differences between the three other than you are right; the remake with Nicole Kidman did suck quite badly. Admittedly some of the dark humour was funny, especially Bette Midler's character in the group meetings discussing Christmas.

I'm still debating on whether or not to really go with the robots replacing the sissies or the brainwashed sissies. Part of me says brainwashed as I wouldn't like to live in a town full of robots but that's just me. 

I'm hoping to have the second chapter up by the end of this weekend, sooner if I work while travelling on the train this Friday.
A sissy of satin, but not frills. A sissy of length, and not thrills. A sissy that is a princess, and not a baby.

I am the first of each. Long satin gowns that turn me into the Sissy Princess I wish to be.
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TiresiasRex
...it all depends on whether or not you are trying to recapture the horror element of Levin's novel. If that is the case, then the threat of brainwashing must imply that Ryan (or any other boys) can never return to who they were. They are "gone" after having undergone whatever the "procedure" is. A completely new persona/personality.

If, on the other hand, we want Ryan to become a sissy...and this is (perhaps) a secretly desired state he would like as well...then again, the brainwashing angle may be the better option over the robot replicants.

My two cents worth.
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Sissy_Fairy
You hit the nail on the head with that part. It will be a case of complete brainwashing as once it happens, nothing of the original person remains. It will be a complete change. I never had a thought of Ryan wanting to become a sissy. I've done stories like that in the past and so it will be an unexpected change.
A sissy of satin, but not frills. A sissy of length, and not thrills. A sissy that is a princess, and not a baby.

I am the first of each. Long satin gowns that turn me into the Sissy Princess I wish to be.
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TiresiasRex
Glad to hear my powers as a seer are still in effect (re: the brainwashing). So, I take it you have decided to go for the "horror" angle: and Ryan will RESIST the attempts to change him. Good! I may be the minority voice here (especially given the nature of this site), but, in my humble opinion, there are too many stories of boys quickly "giving in" and submitting to their new sissified roles. There SHOULD be some resistance and youthful rebellion...especially if the "role" is being forced upon them. And therein lies the struggle and the elements of a good story - there needs to be some  tension, some suspense, some struggles (either physically or emotionally/psychically). How long can the character "fight back"? How long can they avoid the "surgery" or nefarious "procedure" before they are transformed into a new persona that they either fear or reject?

I look forward to the new chapters, SF! And thanks for responding to my note!

Walk in Beauty,

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funfayre
One slight problem I forsee with the idea of permanently brainwashing the protagonist is that it would be in Aunt's best interests to get it done asap; then once he's been brainwashed, although you can cover life in Stepford, there's virtually no plot or conflict left (unless the brainwashing is a long-winded process that takes several weeks or months).

Perhaps a more interesting take would be for his Aunt to have genuine interest / affection in him, so alternating periods of temporary brainwashing and lucidity - her aim being to encourage him to lead him into learning the behaviour / mannerisms of a typical Stepford child in public but retaining the ability to speak freely with her in private - all the time with the omnipresent threat of permanent brainwashing (like the other children) if he doesn't sufficiently blend in. That gives a great source of conflict, especially if he only narrowly escapes permanent brainwashing; while also giving his Aunt chance to explain the history of the town, how it works etc. - especially given the apparent presence of adult males. 

Maybe there are a small number of other children who aren't permanently brainwashed but deliberately act that way in public to blend in and avoid arousing suspicion.

Note I deliberately said 'children' - while it's possible all the children are sissified males, it would be more likely for the girls to have been sissified as well to be docile, obedient etc. and not question the way of things. 
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funfayre
Addendum to the penultimate paragraph (since the site's playing up and won't allow me to save an edit to my post above):

Maybe there are a small number of other children who aren't permanently brainwashed but deliberately act that way in public to blend in and avoid arousing suspicion - especially if they've noticed that despite its oddities, Stepford is a quieter, safer and friendlier place than their previous town / village.
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Sissy_Fairy
Hey Tirias, thanks for the comments :3 I completely agree with you regarding to some of the stories on Sissy Kiss that have the main character submit to the changes within a matter of moments. While there will be a gradual change, it will not be a full blown change until the story reaches its natural climax. Of course Ryan will be broken down but it won't be a major break down.

Hopefully I'll have a chapter up later this evening :)
A sissy of satin, but not frills. A sissy of length, and not thrills. A sissy that is a princess, and not a baby.

I am the first of each. Long satin gowns that turn me into the Sissy Princess I wish to be.
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Sissy_Fairy
I've read through your comments, and I must say you have hit the nail on the head with some of the ideas that I have introduced in the second chapter. I'm not going to be posting any of the spoilers and telling you what you've got right in regards to where the story is going to be going and what will be included, I'd like to leave some surprises.

Its almost as if we're on the same wave length. I love it!
A sissy of satin, but not frills. A sissy of length, and not thrills. A sissy that is a princess, and not a baby.

I am the first of each. Long satin gowns that turn me into the Sissy Princess I wish to be.
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Sissy_Fairy
I'm quite amazed that I was unable to post it all in the same post. They really need to extend the amount of characters available per post. Six thousand characters too long. Oh well such is life.

I hope you enjoy chapter 2 :) I'll see if I can find a visual example of the outfits worn by Ryan.
A sissy of satin, but not frills. A sissy of length, and not thrills. A sissy that is a princess, and not a baby.

I am the first of each. Long satin gowns that turn me into the Sissy Princess I wish to be.
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funfayre
So far, so unremarkable. It looks as though, for the time being at least, we're following the well-worn path of lost luggage + no spare male clothes available. No doubt something disastrous will happen to Ryan's current clothing when it's put out for the wash.

A lost male lolita clothing order? Yeah, right, sure, as if... :D
On the other hand, Helena may not have been lying, - it may have been an order of lolita dresses etc. sized to fit typical males (as opposed to the prepubescent body shape Ryan still has, which may indicate he has below average androgen production), but of course the phrase "male lolita clothing" would imply the rather less common lolita-styled trousers/shirts/jackets to someone unaware of brolita. 

It also looks as though rather than the active procedure brainwashing implies, Helena might be able to get away with coercion and positive reinforcement to induct him in Stepford's lifestyle - after all, it seems as though some locals at least believe the settlement's cover story. Given Ryan's past experiences, he may decide that wearing frillies is a small price to pay for comfort, acceptance and personal security.

So one possible scenario is that they initially try the 'soft' approach with newcomers who aren't already crossdressers, then resort to the 'hard' approach if they meet resistance. On the other hand, although we haven't met any yet, Lucy has implied that some boys at least aren't inducted into frillies - no doubt we'll find out more at a later date :)

Nevertheless, I wouldn't be surprised if another stock trope comes into play: a daily dose of "vitamin" pills (usually pink) whose active ingredient is estradiol...
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krystalasbaby
I enjoyed the beginning of your story, hoping for more soon please
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sissydina218
  love the way your story is started, really can't wait to find out what on the other side of the door. I really want to see how ryan becomes a sissy and how or if he enjoys it. thanks and keep up the great work
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Sissy_Fairy
Thanks :3 I should have more up soon.
A sissy of satin, but not frills. A sissy of length, and not thrills. A sissy that is a princess, and not a baby.

I am the first of each. Long satin gowns that turn me into the Sissy Princess I wish to be.
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Sissy_Fairy
I think you'll enjoy it. I've got something planned for the shop and something that will give Ryan an interesting first look at Stepford. 
A sissy of satin, but not frills. A sissy of length, and not thrills. A sissy that is a princess, and not a baby.

I am the first of each. Long satin gowns that turn me into the Sissy Princess I wish to be.
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sissieann
I like this town do they have any Sissy that are treated as babies????
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I like this town do they have any Sissy that are treated as babies????

Oh they certainly will have :3 That will come soon in the next few chapters.
A sissy of satin, but not frills. A sissy of length, and not thrills. A sissy that is a princess, and not a baby.

I am the first of each. Long satin gowns that turn me into the Sissy Princess I wish to be.
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