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?"
"Not in a crazy way or anything like that" said Jennifer. "It's just that Len has never behaved like you would expect a boy to behave, if you know what I mean. I blame myself a lot for this, since I was forced to raise him by myself".
"You mean he's always been around women" said Dr. Goodman.
"Yes, exactly" replied Jennifer. "All my friends are women, and Len is always surrounded by females. I think it's why he's the way he is."
"And how's that?" asked Dr. Goodman.
"I don't know exactly...shy, not withdrawn, but he stays to himself a lot" answered Jennifer. "He does like hanging around my girlfriends however, especially Elle" added Jennifer quickly.
"I see" said Dr. Goodman. "How does he get along with your girlfriends?"
"That's just it" said Jennifer, moving her hand away from her necklace and waving it, "he gets along great with them. He chit-chats and carries on like he's one of the girls. In fact, it's too bad he wasn't born a girl, like his sister."
"You said that he does not get along with his sister" commented Dr. Goodman. "Can you tell me about that?"
"I'm not sure there is much to tell. His sister Melanie is quite a bit older, ten years to be exact. They never interacted much, probably because of the age difference. When Len turned 13, Melanie was already out of college and living on her own. Before Melanie left for college they used to fight a lot. Len would tease her about her clothes, appearance, and boyfriends and so on. Typical brother-sister stuff. Used to drive her crazy. Nowadays they see each other on weekends, but there is little interaction."
"I see" said Dr. Goodman. "But otherwise he gets along well with your friends".
"Yes" said Jennifer.
"Hmm" said Dr. Goodman. "So, what are your concerns?"
"Well when he's not with the girls or me, he just stays to himself. He also doesn't have any male interests like sports or cars or even girls own his age. He's basically a grown man, and he's never had a girlfriend. I thought he might be gay, and I even asked him, but he claims he is not, and I believe him."
"Perhaps he just enjoys the company of older women then" said Dr. Goodman.
"Yes, that's what I thought too" said Jennifer, starting to pull at her necklace again.
"But?" said Dr. Goodman.
"Well..." began Jennifer, but she stopped, a blush spreading over her face.
Dr. Goodman waited a moment then said, "When did you first suspect?"
Jennifer looked down and said "About a year ago. Len is home most of the time and pretty much has the place to himself while I'm at work. I started to get the impression that my things have been moved around, that they were not quite how I had remembered leaving them."
"By 'things' you mean articles of your personal clothing" said Dr. Goodman.
"Yes" said Jennifer. "Very personal articles" she added after a few moments, and then blushed again.
"Of course," said Dr. Goodman.
"It was all very odd and nothing that I could place my finger on exactly, continued Jennifer. "It seemed to start with my panty drawer. It's hard to describe since nothing was missing, but it seemed to me as if someone had been in there, perhaps looking for something. Later, I noticed the same thing with my bras and stockings, and finally my dresses. At first, I thought it was just me being absent minded or just plain forgetful. However, my intuition kept gnawing on me, telling me that something was not quite right."
"I see" said Dr. Goodman. "And so, you decided to find out."
"Yes, exactly" replied Jennifer impressed at how perceptive Dr. Goodman was. "I arranged my panties in a particular way so I could tell for sure it they had been moved. Sure, enough when I came home, nine times out of ten they had."