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Nine years later...the story continues!
The original five part story is on my index page.
“I didn’t think I was going to come,” Rory nodded to the other man in the room dressed in a matching black suit and tie, “but part of me just had to make sure the bitch was dead, That it was over…” he shuddered, “that everything she did to us, was over for good.”
“You think Aunt Clarissa kept the tapes?” Jared asked, visibly uncomfortable at the memory of the ordeals the former friends, fellow sissies and one time rivals had shared at the hands of their not-a-real-Aunt Clarissa, who nine years ago had made them compete to sissify each other in order to avoid her favourite dildo, ‘Big Red.’ Though the result that day had been a draw, Aunt Clarissa had been the real winner and she had pulled out the equally formidable ‘Big Blue’ in order to punish both feminized boys simultaneously. What the friends had been too blinded by humiliation to realise that day was that their fake Aunt and her real niece, Anna, had filmed every second of their ordeal to hold over them as blackmail fuel for the next four years. Every summer Aunt Clarissa had summoned them for three weeks of ‘fun’ as her personal sissies until finally one year they made a pact to leave her call unanswered. What more could she do to them that would be worse than people seeing the tapes.
“Maybe she will leave them to us in her will…” Rory snorted waving his invitation to the Wake and Will Reading in one hand. He turned to the small locked box that held Clarissa’s ashes. “You gonna give them to us as one final embarrassment you old c…”
“Oh, I doubt that very much,” said a regal looking man who had just entered the room. “No, I have it on good authority that Lady Clarissa will be leaving her entire estate and fortune to one sole heir. I am her executor after all.” He paused to stroke his moustache while the two men mouthed ‘fortune’ in clear surprise. “I am Mr. Gregory by the way, and, in fact, I have it right here.” He pulled a card from his inside jacket pocket. “Lady Clarissa leaves everything to her,” he coughed and pulled the card close to his spectacles, “…to her ‘most adorable little sissy’.”
Rory and Jared gaped at the man in shock, but their surprise was quickly interrupted by another figure entering the room. A lithe embodiment of femininity slinked before them in a short prissy baby blue dress, lacy white gloves and stockings, and towering high-heels. She minced over to the urn in front of Mr. Gregory and, with a demure pout, laid one hand on the box holding what was once her aunt.
“Anna!” Jared gasped finally recognising the once tomboy that had assisted in Aunt Clarissa’s torment of them all those years ago. With frills and curls in place of her baggy jeans and boy-cut hair, she was a completely different creature than the one he remembered. “But you weren’t Aunt Clarissa’s sissy, I was. That’s my fortune. I earned it.” Thoughts of shame were washed away by greed. .
“Relax, both of you.” Mr. Gregory glanced at Anna who was now smiling sweetly. “The three of you... The official will reading is not for another two days. Today is about paying respects to our dearly departed Lady Clarissa. On Thursday we will establish who is her ‘most adorable little sissy’.
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