Available on Amazon: How to be the Perfect Sissy

What's it About?

George Loomis thinks he is clever, charming and untouchable.

He is wrong.

When his strict landlady Sharon Church catches him stealing her lingerie and wearing it in secret, she sees far more than an embarrassing mistake. She sees the truth George has been hiding from everyone, including himself. Beneath the arrogance, the laziness and the swagger is something softer. Something obedient. Something waiting to be trained.

George’s ordinary life is stripped away piece by piece. His clothes are removed. His phone is confiscated. He is epilated, dressed, made up, and renamed. Under the firm control of Mistress Sharon, George becomes Georgina, a pretty sissy in training who must learn posture, manners, obedience, housework, feminine presentation and the unsettling thrill of being seen.

But Mistress Sharon has plans far beyond a private weekend lesson. With an online audience watching, a specialist transformation salon waiting, and Georgina’s old life collapsing behind her, the question is no longer whether George can escape.

It is who Georgina is really going to be.

How to Be the Perfect Sissy is a feminisation romance about humiliation, surrender, crossdressing, strict training, transformation, identity and the dangerous moment when punishment begins to feel like becoming.

Excerpt from How to be the Perfect Sissy

Georgina woke to find Mistress Sharon standing over her.

For a few seconds she did not understand where she was, or why the room looked so soft around the edges. The pale pink sheets were twisted beneath her. The white peignoir from the night before lay half across the foot of the bed, crumpled and ghostly in the weak morning light. Her mouth felt dry. Her head ached slightly, though whether from whisky, fear, lack of sleep or the strange glittering unreality of the live cast, she could not tell.

Mistress Sharon was already dressed.

Not in leather this time. Not in the theatrical severity of the previous day, nor the silk dressing gown, nor the outfits that seemed chosen to press themselves into Georgina’s imagination. This was different. A black business suit, sharply cut, severe at the shoulders, the jacket buttoned neatly over a pale blouse. Her hair was pinned back again. Her makeup was immaculate but restrained, dark enough around the eyes to remind Georgina who she was dealing with, but not garish.

“Get up,” Mistress Sharon said.

Georgina pushed herself upright, still half tangled in the sheets. For one dreadful instant she forgot the body she was in, then sensation returned piece by piece. The smoothness of her legs. The lingering tenderness in her feet. The bra and panties beneath the bedding. The cage, locked and unavoidable.

She looked at Mistress Sharon, then quickly down.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Bathroom. Quickly. No dawdling.”

The morning routine was shorter than before, which made it feel more severe. No elaborate makeup. No careful transformation at the dressing table. No blonde wig being fitted into place. Mistress Sharon allowed her to shower, shave and moisturise, but she watched the process with a businesslike impatience that stripped it of any comfort.

When she returned to the bedroom, the clothes had been chosen for her.

Not clothes, exactly.

The white bra and panties from the night before lay folded on the bed. The white high heels stood neatly on the floor. No dress. No peignoir. No wig. No makeup bag open and waiting to rebuild her face into something prettier.

Georgina stared. Mistress Sharon’s voice came from behind her.

“You may wear those.”

Georgina turned, horrified.

“Mistress?”

Mistress Sharon lifted one eyebrow.

Georgina swallowed. “Yes, Mistress.”

Her hands shook as she dressed. The white lace and silk had felt strange enough the night before, softened by whisky, makeup, blonde hair and the staged warmth of the bedroom. In the flat morning light, without the glamorous face and flowing wig to complete the illusion, the lingerie felt more exposing. More honest. She could see too much of Georgina and too much of George at the same time.

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