Liza's Second Lesson (an Aiko story)

 23/25

The rest of my Aiko series is on my index page

“Lesson number two,” Aiko took a big bite of the cotton candy she had bought on the way home from the park. “You must reset your subject's instincts. My candy is only enough to make boys play out a role. It can't recalibrate their natural behaviour. You have to do that yourself. See what I mean?”

Liza grunted with frustration. It was tough to teach anyone their natural place when she felt so far out of her own. The tight black latex leotard that Aiko had pulled from her suitcase was unlike anything she had ever worn in her life, enveloping her body and creaking with every movement. In contrast, Robin in his soft velvet leotard and red wig loomed over her clumsily.

“You can do it Liza!” Aiko cooed. “A prissified boy is soft and malleable. Look at him, he is terrified.”

Liza met Robin's gaze. Their prey did indeed look scared. He had followed them home in that ridiculous kawaii dress a figure of defeat, knowing that the only way to subdue his rabid cravings for Aiko's candy was to do what they said. His relief when Aiko had told him to remove the dress had been as shortlived as it took him to untangle the leotard and nylons she had then thrust into his hands. He looked truly absurd once the outfit was completed by heels, makeup and a wig. So why was he still able to muster the guile to lead them in the dance Aiko had insisted upon them?

“That's it Liza,” Akio clapped excitedly, “use your eyes!”

Liza looked deeper into the boy's stare and suddenly she saw the last ounce of resolve freeze and then shatter before her. She wrinkled her nose and grinned mischievously, grabbing one of Robin's hands in her own and snaking her other around his hips. His body moved limply in her grasp and she pulled his pelvis forward against her own latex clad body. He slumped forward onto her, off balance on the towering heels and Liza felt a thrill as she realised that without her holding him tightly he would fall to the floor. She pushed her face close to his, held his hand wide and began to lead him in a slow pirouette.

“Bravo, Liza. Bravo!” Aiko applauded. “I knew you could do it.” She watched in awe as Robin was pushed backwards and led in a wide circle. “His instinctive role is now to serve your direction. See how he goes where you want? Where you lead? He is the perfect prissified boy toy who will do and be whatever you want.” Robin visibly shrank deeper inside his own shame on hearing this and Liza gleefully noticed. “Okay,” Aiko stood and cleared her throat, “now that I have taught you how to control boys, I am going to show you which boys are deserving of your control – target selection. Robin can join us. Let's find him a new outfit. We're going sissy hunting!”