One day I discovered that a sissy content creator I follow isn't just from my country, but they also
have a store for sissy clothes and BDSM toys! Furthermore said store offers a 2 hour make-over
session with the now former Domme of the sissy that led me there. It's still a 3 hour train journey,
but I'm not going to find anything closer any time soon, so I book my make-over. This is how it went.
Introductions
After a long and boring journey I arrive at the sissy market. The metal creaking of the framed
glass door heralds my entry into the realm of pink silk and black leather. A beautiful young lady,
whom I recognize as Princess Diamonds, appears from the back and greets me as my mind briefly
lingers on how many people on the very busy road saw me enter this unmistakable den of perverted
delights. She escorts me to the back and offers me a drink as we talk about my solitary road into
sissydom thus far.
Make-up
We then proceed to the make-up table where she hastily moves a few boxes out of the way, and
pulls out a little box of brushes. “Simple and subtle is best, to start” she says, as she applies a
foundation. She mentions I might need a darker color to cover up my beard stubble, which I wouldn't
have if I had simply remembered to buy shaving foam yesterday. I explain my unfortunate mistake
as she applies some lovely purple eye shadow. She ends with a deep red lipstick, which she
meticulously brushes over my lips. She remarks that it looks very good on me, I blush.
Clothes
Then it's time for clothes. We start with a shiny pink maid dress, one that I would end up buying.
She also gives me a frilly pink underskirt to make it look extra poofy, and it looks amazing. It feels
amazing! I don't think I've ever worn more comfortable sissy clothing, and Princess Diamonds gives
off such a calm and accepting energy that I forget I have never done this in person with anyone. It
just feels... right.
A few more maid dresses appear in my fitting stage, for it was like a stage. Hidden from other
potential customers, but roomy. Plenty of room to twirl and pose and prance, with a wall sized
mirror to watch my sissy self come out to play. I try on so many outfits, dresses, skirts; some I like,
others aren't really my vibe, but the quality is unmistakable in everything.
Finishing touches
The one tragic moment came with the shoes. They are so hard to come by for a reasonable price, so
I was really looking forward to it. But alas, none would fit my feet. And like a Cinderella who hears
the first sounding of the bell, my two hours of sissy bliss are going to end soon. There is, however,
one more thing to try.
Princess Diamonds reveals a pink latex open crotch bodysuit, and asks me if this would be
something I'm interested in. You better believe it! I put it on, but without removing my underwear. It
is crotch-less, but I'm uncertain if the sudden sight of my bare genitalia would be appreciated. Thus I
err on the side of caution. The bodysuit feels amazing! Tight in all the right places, and loose
enough to move. And when the price tag reveals it is an absolute bargain, I simply must have it.
Goodbyes
And so ends the transformation. After one last gander around the store I pick out a pink riding crop,
my discord group will have fun making me use it, I'm sure. I place the instrument of my future
suffering on top of my selected items, the pink maid dress I chose first, a lovely summer dress, the
crotch-less bodysuit, and the set of cat paw gloves and socks that a cat lover like me simply must
have.
The road there and back was arduous, my limited budget groans in frustration, but i already want to
return for another spree.
have a store for sissy clothes and BDSM toys! Furthermore said store offers a 2 hour make-over
session with the now former Domme of the sissy that led me there. It's still a 3 hour train journey,
but I'm not going to find anything closer any time soon, so I book my make-over. This is how it went.
Introductions
After a long and boring journey I arrive at the sissy market. The metal creaking of the framed
glass door heralds my entry into the realm of pink silk and black leather. A beautiful young lady,
whom I recognize as Princess Diamonds, appears from the back and greets me as my mind briefly
lingers on how many people on the very busy road saw me enter this unmistakable den of perverted
delights. She escorts me to the back and offers me a drink as we talk about my solitary road into
sissydom thus far.
Make-up
We then proceed to the make-up table where she hastily moves a few boxes out of the way, and
pulls out a little box of brushes. “Simple and subtle is best, to start” she says, as she applies a
foundation. She mentions I might need a darker color to cover up my beard stubble, which I wouldn't
have if I had simply remembered to buy shaving foam yesterday. I explain my unfortunate mistake
as she applies some lovely purple eye shadow. She ends with a deep red lipstick, which she
meticulously brushes over my lips. She remarks that it looks very good on me, I blush.
Clothes
Then it's time for clothes. We start with a shiny pink maid dress, one that I would end up buying.
She also gives me a frilly pink underskirt to make it look extra poofy, and it looks amazing. It feels
amazing! I don't think I've ever worn more comfortable sissy clothing, and Princess Diamonds gives
off such a calm and accepting energy that I forget I have never done this in person with anyone. It
just feels... right.
A few more maid dresses appear in my fitting stage, for it was like a stage. Hidden from other
potential customers, but roomy. Plenty of room to twirl and pose and prance, with a wall sized
mirror to watch my sissy self come out to play. I try on so many outfits, dresses, skirts; some I like,
others aren't really my vibe, but the quality is unmistakable in everything.
Finishing touches
The one tragic moment came with the shoes. They are so hard to come by for a reasonable price, so
I was really looking forward to it. But alas, none would fit my feet. And like a Cinderella who hears
the first sounding of the bell, my two hours of sissy bliss are going to end soon. There is, however,
one more thing to try.
Princess Diamonds reveals a pink latex open crotch bodysuit, and asks me if this would be
something I'm interested in. You better believe it! I put it on, but without removing my underwear. It
is crotch-less, but I'm uncertain if the sudden sight of my bare genitalia would be appreciated. Thus I
err on the side of caution. The bodysuit feels amazing! Tight in all the right places, and loose
enough to move. And when the price tag reveals it is an absolute bargain, I simply must have it.
Goodbyes
And so ends the transformation. After one last gander around the store I pick out a pink riding crop,
my discord group will have fun making me use it, I'm sure. I place the instrument of my future
suffering on top of my selected items, the pink maid dress I chose first, a lovely summer dress, the
crotch-less bodysuit, and the set of cat paw gloves and socks that a cat lover like me simply must
have.
The road there and back was arduous, my limited budget groans in frustration, but i already want to
return for another spree.
