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| Priscilla, the evil doll that gives instructions to boys in the feminization room in the See series. Illustrated by Autumn Natural. |
Happy Halloween. I'm not really in the spirit this year since I have so much going on, but at least you have a great new TG book to cuddle up with tonight!
Amazon Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZNKC9NN
Lulu Link: http://www.lulu.com/shop/courtney-captisa-and-claire-bear/see-2-more-sissies-femmed/ebook/product-24296572.html
First Story: https://www.amazon.com//dp/B01MCVK2V7/
Yes, it was inspired by the Saw franchise. I've always been into the more classic horror that is more psychological based rather than some dude turning into a female ghost or gets bite by a female vampire and grows breasts. However, I also love a good slasher and even some torture porn!
In this second book of See, much of the backstory of Crossword/James Robbins is explained. He was an engineer toy designer with a normal life until his wife and daughter were brutally murdered. He then fell into depression and spent all of his time perfecting the art of doll making. He sought revenge against the murders and helps others get revenge on men by turning them into girls, dolls, or mannequins.
The first chapter of the new book is stand alone, so this is your Halloween treat!:
See 2: The First Chapter
The Juniors section of the department store Blumington’s
“I’m not going to wear this Mom!”
Angela shook her head outside of the dressing room door. The afternoon had been frustrating, to say the least.
Owen continued to hold back his fears in frustration as he stared at the dress. There was no good reason for a 13-year-old boy to be stuck in a dressing room in this situation. It was living hell. He had protested getting his short hair styled in a feminine way making it extremely embarrassing considering it was done by the same stylist who had done his hair since he was a kid. Luckily, he avoided having makeup applied to his face for now. Of course, the sight of this horrific display of feminine products greeted him, his mom, and his little sister walked into the store from the mall corridor. To this point, the only feminine clothes he had on were his 11-year-old sister’s panties. Do you know how embarrassing it is to wear your little sister’s panties? More so that they actual fit, despite being tight around where his penis currently is.
A training bra had luckily been delayed as Angela said she was going to treat his younger sister to some new clothes too. This was far from a treat. Owen knew exactly why he was in there staring at the blush pink tulle strapless sweetheart dress like it was a death sentence. This looked like something his sister would wear to a beauty pageant or formal dance at school. Why such a feminine outfit to start? Surely just wearing a girly t-shirt and yoga pants would be better than this. He touched it briefly and it sent shocks of fear in his body as nothing he had in his closet resembled the soft fabrics that he was exposed to.
“Owen put on your dress! Your sister and I are excited to see how it looks on you! Do you need help in there?” asked his mother Angela.
“MOM! Don’t announce that!” he responded from the other side of the door humiliated that she referred to him by his male name. He hated the girly name they picked out for him, but he also didn’t want to be spotted as being a boy from anyone at school walking around the store that day.
"Oh right of course, sorry KEIRA. I know you just love that name now." His mother continued on the other side of the curtain, making him grimace in the mirror. Knowing he had no other choice than to eventually face the music as it were, he took his first tentative steps.
Pushing aside the curtain he stepped out, the white ballet slips shoes barely making a sound on the wood floor. A tiny benefit that didn't outweigh the negatives of wearing them with the little plastic bow on the tops in perfect synergy to the frilly little socks.
His mother smiled proud of her parenting skills and punishment, while his little sister snickered and even took a few pictures on her phone, not the first or the last of that day so he made little fuss about it.
"Oh it fits just perfect Keira, you look just adorable,” Angela praised, adjusting the fit of the strapless bodice a little as he stood motionless and defeated.
"I look like a sissy..." Owen replied, knowing full well that with his hair still short and no makeup he looked every part the boy he was.
"Well then maybe this will teach you how to behave like your sister here, stop fighting in school and harassing girls!" she scolded while holding out her hand for him to take reluctantly.
This punishment wasn't fair, it's not like he was the first boy that got in a few fights or pulled a girls hair. His mother was taking it way too far, and with Dad halfway across the country, there was no way to stop her as he solemnly trotted beside her and his sister, still giggling.
Owen looked in the mirror and felt ridiculous. He tried his hardest to keep holding back the tears as he knew if he cried, it would further remove his masculinity. However, Angela and his younger sister were smiling as if they were happy they had gained another girl in the family. Some parts of Angela were doing this for parental reasons and others were out of enjoyment.
“This is a good fit for you Keira. We’ll put this on the rack as a YES. Do you see anything else in here you want to try on?”
“NO MOM!” Owen said slightly wanting to scream but slightly wanting to stay somewhat silence as he wanted no one to hear his male voice. “Let’s just go…. Why are you spending money on this?”
Angela smiled. “Oh sweetie, you aren’t just dressing today. You are to get in Keira mode for a week every day after school.”
“WHAT?!”
“I’ve tried everything to get you to stop getting in trouble and I saw online that some mothers have been doing this to their sons for decades with great results. Maybe you can get a matching outfit with your sister.”
“YAZZZ!” his little sister said clapping her hands together. “It’s going to be so much fun having a big sister now!”
“I’m going to tell Dad!” Owen protested as he tried getting the dress off going back to the dressing room.
“He already knows…” said Angela.
“WHAT?!”
Angela and his sister smiled again as she continued her motherly wisdom. “He’s sick of your antics as well. Do you want me to send him a picture of you two later tonight?”
Owen had enough. He was so mad and upset he didn’t notice that his little sister was busy pulling some dresses and skirts off the racks that he wasn’t sure was for her or him. He squinted his eyes and just put his hands in his face to try to end the misery. Once looking up, he spotted a few women shopping around the store with a few girls that appeared his age. They had it easy. No one was forcing them to be there. Part of him wished he could transport out of there but he knew at that point he was stuck in forced feminization for the day… or week. There was no running out of the store wearing the girly strapless dress and he had to listen unless further punishment would occur. There was no showing enthusiasm for his little sister who skipped her way over holding a faded pink crop-top that read “Real athletes wear Leos” on it knowing she wanted him to try it on along with the zebra-striped yoga shorts that were showing slightly under it. He violently grabbed them out of her hands walking a few feet to the dressing room knowing she had a little control over him thanks to his mother’s insistence of his sissiness.
Several feet from the dressing room, he spotted the Barbie-like blonde mannequin with her hand extended wearing some ugly green prom dress. It’s stupid permanent plastic smile had been grinning at him since arriving there, as it welcomed most girls with its smile. It had to smile for boys being forced to try on girl’s clothing as well. He became slightly envious as the mannequin surely had no feelings. It was stuck in time and not embarrassed by people. Completely emotionless to the environment it was a part of.
After the dressing room door shut with Owen about to dress like his 11-year-old sister, she spoke from her other side. “Keira is going to be so cute mom! I can’t wait to practice doing hair and makeup with her!”
Angela smiled knowing that her real daughter had always wanted a sister. She was a girly-girl and was sometimes intimidated by her older brother, but no longer!
The little sister’s eyes light up. “Oh, Mom! After this, can we go to the Beer Treehouse? The new line of Miss Patty’s Dolls just came out!” She said about the collectible dolls she liked, not to play with because of her age, but more to display in her room.
“Sure,” Angela smiled. “Maybe you and your new sister can get ones together and do the kiss and wish thing with it in the store.”
As the girls smiled together and Owen overheard this while a Macklemore was playing over the speakers in the dressing room, his penis shriveled. Next to the dressing room, the Barbie life-size mannequin finally showed one hint of emotion as a small teardrop formed at the plastic eye…
Love,
Your bitchy witch, Courtney
