Vice of the Voiceless - Timothy

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Captioning 101 - check the picture is big enough before deciding to use it. Sorry if this one is hard to read.

It is a continuation of the Pink n Prissy story. The rest are on my index page.

Cassie shouldn't have been surprised when Timothy turned up at her door – she had asked her younger sister to slip him an invitation in class after all – but still, seeing him standing there silently looking down at his feet brought her an unexpected feeling of joy. He had come because he needed her help. He had come because he had no other options. He couldn't say so since the serum Josie had given him had paralysed his vocal chords but the message was loud and clear and could be described by a single word that hovered between the high school boy and the Pink n Prissy member – Desperation.

Cassie held out her palm and Timothy placed his card in it and slumped past her into the house. She didn't need to look at it to know Terri's preferences – FRILLY, SWEET AND GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT. Her fellow collective member may be the tomboyish computer nerd of the group but when it came to how she liked her sissies, there was no ribbon, petticoat or lace to be spared.

“This way,” she led her despairing captive up the stairs and into her room. She pushed through another door, pulling the boy by his hand and Timothy's jaw dropped as he realised he was in a walk in closet surrounded by rails of pink outfits and prissy dresses. “Don't worry, you're not the first boy to react to my torture chamber like that – won't be the last either. They usually protest a bit more though. I can't decide if I miss it. Oh, well, by the time we're through, you'll be dying on the inside. At least you will be if you ever want to speak again...”

And so Timothy's transformation began. Cassie took painstaking care over every detail, drawing out every moment of her prey's humiliation – carefully folding his clothes as he removed them and covering his naked body in hair removal cream. After giggling in mock embarrassment when he became aroused by her touch, she pulled a pair of layered panties up his legs followed by a pair of sheer stockings. Breast forms inside a lacy bra were next and then a carefully sized flowery dress was chosen and pulled over his head. By this stage, Timothy's erection was well and truly gone and terror gripped his features as Cassie painted them liberally with her cosmetics A few finishing touches; a nylon cap to contain his hair under the long feminine wig, modest white heels, delicate wrist-length gloves, and after two hours of hell the high-school boy was a sight to be beholden.

“You look delicious!” Cassie exclaimed to Timothy, who was unable to meet her proud gaze. “I am almost sad you look so good. You will get the antidote for sure. I would love to keep you like this as my little pet.” She continued to look at him thoughtfully. “You're probably wondering why I have so many outfits than fit Terri's preferences,” she looked around her at the wall-to-wall clothing and blushed a little. “Oh whatever, who are you going to tell...” she grinned at Timothy and pulled back a rail of dresses on their hangers to reveal the wall behind. It held a collection of photographs arranged lovingly, not trophies of prissy sissies she had created but something much more dear. She reached to adjust her favourite picture of Terri and beamed.