Copyright 2018 by Zeta
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Sissy School
is a work for pure fiction and all locales, names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or living persons is entirely coincidental
A very
special thanks
to
bbwgalpresent
whose sharp eyes and exemplarily editing skills greatly improved the readability of this story.
Contents
Chapter 1
Jennifer Kay looked away from the 60-inch flat-screen monitor, her face pale and grim. "So, it's true" she said, the resignation in her voice unmistakable.
"I'm afraid so" said Dr. Rosemary Goodman, sympathetically. "Seeing
is
believing, I'm afraid."
Jennifer sighed looking away saying, "Yes, all too true."
What she had just seen was her 26-year old son, Len, strip naked and then dress in her panties, bra, stockings, and one of her finer dresses. His penis had been so hard and erect that she could see it poking the front of her dress through her panties as he proceeded to parade though her house, sashaying like a girl, and admiring himself in every mirror he encountered. And if this hadn't been enough, he had ended this 'stroll' by pulling up the dress, rubbing himself through her panties until he had cum, semen extruding though the front of
her
panties and running through his fingers and dripping onto the floor. All this in crystal-clear, life-sized high definition imagery.
Looking back at Dr. Goodman, Jennifer said angrily "I knew something was up with him, but...but nothing so...so disgusting! And in my panties, no less!"
"I know how troubling this can be to see" said Dr. Goodman, her tone still sympathetic. "However, we now know exactly what Len has been doing so we can now start helping him."
"Helping him!" said Jennifer, still angry and becoming frustrated. "He's a pervert, a dirty little pervert and he should be spanked till he can't walk. How can you possibly 'help' him?"
'He's not a pervert" said Dr. Goodman, her voice firm but reassuring. "In fact, your son is quite normal; he just needs some guidance and training".
"Normal! You call that normal?" said Jennifer pointing at the blank TV screen.
"Yes" replied Dr. Goodman calmly. "It's typical male behavior, nothing to be alarmed about."
"How can you call what we just saw 'normal'?" said Jennifer, still angry but also starting to become curious. "Surely, you're not implying that all males dress in their mother's clothes and...and...well, you know."
Dr. Goodman suppressed a smile, took off her glasses and placed them on her desk. "No, of course not. But it's not exactly uncommon either."
"Not uncommon" echoed Jennifer, her anger fading and her curiosity growing.
"For all their bluster and macho behavior most males have feminine fantasies, of one sort or another. Most would never admit to them of course, and fewer still would dare to act them out, however, it's not uncommon for some males to privately exercise their fantasies especially if they feel confident that they won't be found out. It may seem odd, but it actually happens more than one might think."
"Really?" said Jennifer, becoming intrigued.
"Yes, quite so. Len is just one of those males that have taken the first step from fantasy into reality. In a way, it's quite brave of him."
Jennifer thought about this for a moment and then said skeptically, "Even if what you say is true, I can't have him dressing up in my clothes, and...and, well you saw what he did."
"Yes, I quite agree with that" said Dr. Goodman.
"Well, what's to be done then? Even if you could somehow stop him from dressing up in my clothes, he still would have all the other idiosyncrasies we talked about earlier. I don't see how you can help him."
"I understand your frustration and concern" said Dr. Goodman. "But really, Len is going to be just fine. Remember what we discussed during our first meeting?"
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Jennifer sighed and sat back in her chair, remembering her first visit with Dr. Goodman. She had come to see Dr. Goodman about three months ago on the recommendation for her life-long and best friend Ellenore Daniels. Ellenore had known Len since he was a baby and treated him like a nephew. Len loved Ellenore, or Elle, as he and everyone else called her, and sometimes Jennifer thought he had a better relationship with her best-friend than he did with her or his older sister Melanie whom he seemed to hate. In any event, Jennifer had discussed her growing concerns with Elle, and she had recommended a visit with Dr. Goodman, a psychiatrist and close personal friend. Jennifer had been reluctant, but her motherly concerns had eventually outweighed her trepidation and she had finally gone to see the good doctor.
Dr. Rosemary Goodman had not been anything like what Jennifer had been expecting. First of all, her 'office' was actually a mansion-size house in one of the best neighborhoods in town. "This is going to be expensive" she thought as she approached the house. She couldn't have been more wrong. Dr. Goodman had not seemed to care about money at all, a fact Jennifer had found surprising. "I work on a sliding scale which you will find quite affordable", she had said, when Jennifer had broached the subject straight away. Secondly, Dr. Goodman was not at all like Jennifer's idea of a psychiatrist. Tall, blond, buxom, and shapely, she looked more like a model than a doctor. Her dress was elegant but casual, as was her manner. Finally, there was none of usual Freudian nonsense of answering questions with questions. Dr. Goodman was straight forward and always answered all her questions in a matter-of-fact manner.
"How long have you suspected this has been going on?" she had asked.
Jennifer had pulled at her necklace and said, "About a year, perhaps a little longer."
"And you have done nothing, until now?"
"No" replied Jennifer, still pulling on her necklace.
"Alright. Tell me about your son, Ms. Kay."
Jennifer stopped pulling on her necklace and said "Well for the most part, Len's been a good boy. He never really got along with his older sister Melanie, but besides that and he's never really given me any trouble, at least not until now. Even so, I am not sure 'trouble' is really the right word for it."
"Oh" said Dr. Goodman matter-of-factly, "then how would you characterize Len's behavior?'
"I don't know exactly" replied Jennifer, pulling on her necklace again. "Odd. Yes odd, I would say."
"In which way?"