The Novella Collection

by D. L. Savage

  “Anyway, I’d better go. We’ve got a pamper session booked at a nearby spa this morning, and I promised I’d do the driving.”

  “Okay, have fun,” I replied.

  “I’m sure we will!” she chucked. “Love you.”

  “Love you, too,” I replied, hanging up the call and sitting there in bed, my head once more brimming with strange, sexy thoughts and images.

  I pushed myself out of bed, and before I even knew what I was doing, I found myself standing in front of Jenny’s wardrobe, opening it and gazing in at the row of colourful pretty dresses, hanging enticingly in front of me, as I wondered just what it would be like to actually wear something like that – to feel the slinky, sexy fabric clinging to my skin, showing off the shape of my body, not to mention wearing a cute thong or g-string beneath.

  But at the same time, I felt a deep frustration at the fact that I didn’t have any womanly curves as such. I was a guy after all. For the first time, I thought hard about my ass, how actually that was kind of curvy, and would probably look pretty good in a pair of tight yoga pants or one of the many slim-fitting stretchy summer dresses that Jenny owned. But then I sighed, as I remembered how damn ugly and masculine by body was in a lot of other ways, too. My pancake-flat chest for a start, not to mention the covering of blonde-brown hair that grew on my chest and legs.

  Okay, so I wasn’t the most masculine guy ever – if anything, you could call me rather skinny– but even so. I just knew with a sinking heart that if I tried on one of Jenny’s dresses, despite probably fitting into it okay, if I actually checked myself out in the mirror, all I would feel was disappointment.

  With a frustrated sigh, I closed the doors to the closet, shaking my head at myself – again puzzled by these odd new thoughts.

  Wow, for a minute there I was actually considering cross-dressing, I said to myself in surprise. What the hell is even happening to me?

  And once again, I tried to clear my head and focus on the day at hand, as I pulled on my regular old jeans and t-shirt again, and made my way downstairs to fix myself some breakfast.

  * * *

  That morning, I tried to keep myself occupied, running a few chores that I’d been promising I’d do around the house for Jenny while she was away. But by the afternoon, I had all but run out of tasks and again, those strange kinky thoughts started swarming persistently into my brain again. With each fresh second, it seemed like the urge to try on that sexy pink thong got a little stronger, but I wasn’t ready to give into it just yet.

  Instead, what I decided to do was turn to the internet for help, thinking that perhaps I could at least work out what it was that had happened to me in the last twenty four hours.

  Big mistake.

  Because within five minutes of opening a new incognito browser on my laptop and typing in a few tentative google searches, I’d found myself not on some helpful forum or agony aunt page, but instead on some totally hardcore x-rated site full of pictures and videos of cute sexy girls, all sucking cock, dressed in amazing tight dresses and hot little g-strings. But these weren’t just any girls ... I guess you might call them shemales or crossdressers or whatever the term was (back, I knew nothing about this brand new world I was stumbling into).

  In hindsight, I now know exactly the word for what I was discovering: sissies. And the more I delved into this website, the more that word started cropping up. There were all sorts of posts, too, that seemed to describe exactly these weird new feelings and urges I was having. Long texts and photos and captions all focused on the urge to suck cock and wear pretty lingerie while being totally used and dominated by strong muscular men – basically, feeling like a total, horny slut.

  There on the sofa, my cock once more rock hard and throbbing, my eyes glued to the screen of my laptop, I knew that what I really needed to do right now was simply log out, turn off the internet, and return to my old life. Because this moment really felt like a point of no return – like if I delved any deeper, there would no turning back.

  But is that what I did?

  Of course it’s not.

  Instead, I made one simple decision that changed my whole life forever, clicking on a simple link at the bottom of the browser, a link that just read Sissy School ...

  * * *

  Welcome to Sissy School, Your one-stop shop to a brand new WORLD of sexy, girly pleasures! Whatever kind of experience you’re looking for, rest assured it’s here for you at Sissy School! Want a fun girly shopping session? Or perhaps you’d like some extra pampering or your first makeup tutorial? Looking to make new friends and go for a full on girls-only night out? Or maybe what you’re looking for is something a little naughtier and kinkier?

  Well, here at Sissy School, we have EVERYTHING you could ever desire. Our team of discreet professionals are ready to transform you from a regular everyday guy into the slutty sexy sissy of your wildest fantasies. Whether you’re a nervous first-timer or an old hand, straight, bi or gay, there’s something for you here at Sissy School!

  Discretion guaranteed. All welcome.

  So? Whatever are you waiting for?

  Come and pay us a visit TODAY! You won’t be disappointed!

  I stared at the words on the screen of my laptop, my heart pounding in my chest, wondering whether or not I could really go through with it.

  I’d already checked the location of the store – and to my total surprise, it was less than an hour’s drive away, and on what looked like a totally otherwise-deserted industrial complex, so hopefully no chance of anyone I knew seeing me go inside. That is, if I did even decide to go.

  I tried fixing myself some dinner, but I wasn’t hungry – only eating a few bites. Nope, I was too busy thinking about Sissy School. I’d checked the opening times and it was open until 3am – so I had plenty of time to make my decision whether or not to go.

  I stared up at the clock, it was nearly five o’ clock.

  A fresh pang of guilt shot through me, as I thought about Jenny – about our marriage. But was going to a store really cheating? It wasn’t like I was about to go some sleazy motel with another woman or anything. And anyway, wasn’t she about to spend her evening checking out a hot male stripper?!

  I took my cell out of my pocket and fired her a quick text message: Hey! How was the spa? And a moment later, the phone buzzed into life as she called me back. I hit answer, hoping once again that I didn’t sound too guilty or weird.

  “It was really cool,” she said. “We had such a fun time. Listen sweetie, I’m calling now just to say I love you ...”

  “I love you too,” I replied quickly.

  “And I guess I’ll be too drunk later to talk,” she added. “I’d better go, we’re fixing some dinner and then the stripper is coming over. But I’ll call you first thing tomorrow and tell you all about it!”

  “Okay, great,” I croaked, feeling a weird mixture of emotions – guilt and horniness, not to mention excitement too, at the thought of having a whole night to myself, without having to check in with Jenny.

  I glanced again at the clock, then over at the screen of my laptop on the couch, still displaying the directions to Sissy School. I knew I probably wouldn’t get another chance like this in quite a while.

  I picked up my car keys from their regular place on the kitchen counter then headed towards the front door, pausing in the hallway. For a moment I wondered whether maybe all I needed to do was head upstairs jack off, that maybe that would be enough to clear my head. But at the same time, I also knew that the horny thoughts would come creeping back in soon enough, and I just had to take this crazy opportunity.

  Just one visit, I told myself as I headed out to the car.

  But I had no idea just what I was letting myself in for ...

  * * *

  I pulled up in the parking and cut the engine. There were a few other cars parked, and one large non-descript building – so normal and boring looking I even wondered if I had the right place. There were no windows, no signs, just one simple loo
king black door. I stayed in the car for a while, wondering if I had perhaps made a wrong turn. And then the door opened, and out stepped a tall, beautiful woman, her long blonde hair glowing in the sunlight. She was dressed in an amazing, figure-hugging white dress and her slim body moved so elegantly I felt a pang of envy and jealousy.

  To my surprise, she actually started walking straight towards my car, and for a moment I wondered if she was approaching me. But as she got closer, I realized she was simply headed for the regular-looking station wagon parked next to my car. And the closer I got, the more I realized that actually she wasn’t a woman at all – there were just a few tiny, tell-tail signs. Her height, the size of her perfectly-manicured hands, her too-perfect hair that just had to be a wig, and of course the soft bump of her barely-visible Adam’s apple. But even so, she was gorgeous. And as she unlocked her car and opened the door, she paused then turned back to stare directly at me, her thick painted lips curling in a playful smile and she gave me a big, friendly wink, before getting in her car and driving away.

  Wow.

  I didn’t know what to think. But all my doubts about whether or not I had the right place had flown straight out the window. I could feel my cock growing hard, pressing against my jeans, as the image of that sexy woman – or whatever you called her – stayed lingering in my head.

  I took a final deep breath, then opened the door and stepped out of my car, locking it behind me as I made my way towards that plain black door ...

  * * *

  As I stepped inside, the first thing I noticed was the delicious scent. It was a delicate floral fragrance. And as my eyes adjusted to the somewhat dim lighting, I realized I was standing in some sort of lobby or waiting room. There was what looked like a reception desk at the far wall, with doors leading off in either direction, and sat at the desk was another woman – even more beautiful than the one I’d seen in the parking lot.

  This girl was a brunette, with long straight hair and bangs, her big brown eyes framed with a pair of sexy black glasses. She was dressed smartly, like a secretary.

  “Welcome to Sissy School,” she said, smiling at me, as I stood there embarrassed and dumbfounded in the plush little lobby. “First time here?”

  I nodded, feeling a blush rising to my cheeks.

  “There’s no need to worry,” she smiled, as if she could read my mind. “Just take a seat and Candy will be out to see you in just a moment.”

  At this, she nodded at the row of plush leather seats behind me and I did as she said, perching nervously on the one nearest the door, my heart thudding in my chest, my whole body cracking with a weird nervous energy. I couldn’t believe I was really doing this; that I was really here.

  Before long, a tall elegant redhead strolled into the room, dressed in a similar smart navy blue trouser suit to the receptionist. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and her full glossy lips flashed in a welcoming smile.

  “Well hello there,” she said, in a soft Southern-sounding accent. “I’m Candy. I’ll be your guide for the evening. This your first time here?”

  “Uh, yeah,” I croaked, feeling ashamed of my low awkward voice, in comparison to her soft feminine tones.

  Unlike the person I’d seen in the parking lot, Candy looked so naturally beautiful – so utterly feminine – I knew she just had to be a real woman. But instead of feeling embarrassed about this, it actually made me feel a little more relaxed. After all, that was why I was here, wasn’t it? To explore my feminine side?

  “So what can we do for you today?” she beamed at me, giving off such an aura of calm I felt my nerves and worries quickly melting away.

  “I’m ... not really sure,” I offered, realizing just how stupid that sounded.

  But even though I was feeling a little more relaxed, I still felt too embarrassed to say out loud what I really wanted from my visit.

  “That’s okay,” she grinned back at me, nodding, like my answer was perfectly normal. “Let’s just take things nice and easy, okay? I think what you might like is our Introductory Package, am I right?”

  “I guess so,” I said, trying to remember if there were details about the different options and ‘packages’ on the website – or whether I’d perhaps missed that bit of information.

  “Fantastic,” Candy beamed. “Now before we begin, you’ll have to give Stacey here your credit card details, but don’t you worry, our services are extremely discreet. Unless of course you’d like to pay cash?”

  At this she gave me a little wink.

  I felt in a total daze – like the whole thing was a dream – as I got up from my seat and walked over to the desk, taking out my wallet and removing my credit card, glad at least that Jenny and I still had separate bank accounts.

  Stacey, the receptionist, took my card and scanned it, then printed out a sheet of paper.

  “If you’ll just sign here, Sir?” she said in a soft, delicate voice.

  I stared down at the bill, still wondering just what on Earth I was letting myself in for. But when I clocked the price, it really didn’t seem that expensive – perhaps the price of a new suit for work – and I figured, what the hell, I’m here now.

  All done, my card back in my wallet, I turned back to Candy, who was offering out a hand to me.

  I took it, enjoying the feel of the delicate smoothness of her skin, and registering the delicious scent of her perfume, too.

  “Right this way,” she said, leading me towards a door on the left. “And don’t look so nervous! You’re in for a real treat ...”

  * * *

  I followed Candy down the dimly lit corridor, then paused as she pushed open the door onto a large, brightly lit colorful room. I stepped out into it, gazing around me, at first hardly able to take it all in at once.

  “Great, isn’t it?” she grinned, watching my obvious surprise and glee as I looked all around.

  I supposed the closest thing I could compare it to was maybe a high-end boutique. Each section of the large, open-plan room seemed focussed on a different thing. All along one wall were the biggest selection of dresses, blouses, skirts, leggings. Next to those were shoes of all varieties. Along from those were lingerie – bras and panties of all styles and colors. And then along from that was a little wig shop, with display models and fittings taking place, snuggled up next to a nail bar and makeup salon. Then there was a waxing and tanning area, a bustling little cocktail and wine bar, and in one corner what looked like some kind of ‘Adult’s Only’ area – a doorway set into an alcove with three neon X’s flashing above it.

  And on top of all the goodies on offer were the people. It was the strangest mix. Some were beautiful elegant women like Candy, some were totally regular every day guys like myself, and some seemed to be a cross between the two – men who were obviously on their way to transforming into their new feminine personalities.

  I felt the last of my cares melt away, as I stood in the corner of this totally amazing place, gazing all around me. Because I realized that I was in a place that was totally private, where I was finally free to explore and indulge my new desires without any kind of judgment. After all, weren’t all these other everyday-looking guys just like me?

  And as if to confirm my thought, as a totally normal man crossed my line of vision, being led towards the nail bar by a tall elegant woman who I was guessing was another member of staff, he gave me a friendly smile and a wink – which I responded to with a nod and smile of my own.

  “So what would you like to do first?” said Candy, in the kind of playful conspiratorial tone that I imagined she talked to all her girlfriends in. “Your Introductory Package covers the whole experience, you know. Oooh, first how about getting you all clean and waxed? Then after that we can find you a wig ...”

  I just nodded, feeling dazed and overwhelmed, as I let her lead me towards the small tanning and waxing salon.

  “And don’t worry, it won’t hurt too much,” she giggled, leading me inside.

  * * *

  A little
while later, I stood wrapped in a fluffy white robe, my skin tingling from the fresh invigorating shower and of course my head-to-toe wax, well, except for the cute, cropped little rectangle of hair that the girl in the salon had left just above my dick. For some reason I didn’t even feel that embarrassed as I’d stripped down for Candy and the pretty little Asian girl in the waxing store – figuring they’d seen it all before a thousand times. And I even felt a flush of pride, when Candy complimented me out of nowhere on my “cute little butt”.

  My clothes had been taken from me and locked away safely somewhere – to be given back to me at the end of my visit – and now we were on to Stage Two of my transformation: hair and makeup!

  I had to admit it, I was starting to enjoy this. The way Candy was treating me, I was beginning to feel like some movie star. She was so friendly yet attentive, always keeping me at the centre of things – making sure I was happy with what was happening. And I was. Even though all I’d had so far was a body wax, I already felt ... different.

  There was something so exciting and fun about being clean and naked, dressed in just a simple fluffy white robe, with all these beautiful women fussing around me, treating me like I was one of them.

  Candy took my arm once more and led me through a door to a glitzy makeup salon, offering me a chair at the far corner. I gazed along the row, at the other guys, who were all at various stages of being made-up, and I have to say, they all looked amazing. It was stunning – the way these girls were working on them, transforming them one by one into beautiful made-up women, and I felt another flash of excitement as I wondered what I would look like afterwards.

  I felt glad I’d shaved that morning, the way I do every morning, but even so Candy ran a finger over the skin of my cheek and shook her head.