D for Danielle Chapter 17: The Pink Room

Barclay led Daniel down the hallway and then turned left around the corner. The young man stopped to get his bearings. The new corridor seemed to go on for a very long distance. Daniel wondered if this was by design, perhaps using some sort of forced perspective. Whatever technique was implemented, it created a dreamlike effect.

The two slowly walked forward. Barclay was wearing heels which caused him to take mincing steps. Daniel took notice and wondered how he was able to keep his balance. It shouldn’t have been possible, but he was actually moving very gracefully.

At the end of the hall was a pink door with a tiara symbol in silver paint, as if to resemble diamonds, above it. As they drew nearer, it felt as if there was a pull of gravity -- impossible to resist. When they finally reached the end Barclay reached out and opened the door. He then ushered Daniel inside.

The Pink Room certainly fit the name. Everything inside was very feminine. There was a lowboy complete with vanity mirror. The bed was a twin with pink satin sheets and pillows. There were girlie objects carefully placed in every nook and on every shelf. Pictures of Barbie hung on the walls. This was a place to actualize a sissy’s true nature.

Laid out on the bed was a black and white maid’s identical to the one Barclay was wearing.

“The Mistress wants you to put these items on,” her servant explained.

“I’ve never worn anything like this before,” Daniel said. “I don’t know where to begin.”

“I will help dress you,” Barclay offered.

Daniel nodded. He knew he wanted to look as feminine as possible, but he also knew he needed assistance. He gladly accepted it from Barclay.

It was strange being in the same room with another sissy, especially one as mysterious as Mistress Narcissa’s servant. The man was much older, but there was a sense of diminutiveness to him, particularly when dressed. Was he naturally that way? Or did she mold him?

“You must put your garter belt on first,” Barclay explained. “The panties will go on over top. You will learn doing so in this order will provide easier access to your girl parts. You can drop your panties and still keep your belt on. Understand? Oh, and they’re called suspenders in the UK. Just in case you ever find yourself over there.”

Why would I go to the UK? The idea puzzled the young sissy. He let it slide from his mind and complied, putting the belt on. Barclay came up behind him and helped adjust it.

“Good, now sit at the edge of the bed and put your stockings on,” he directed. “I will help you with the first one so you can get a handle on the technique. You see, stockings are very delicate and require a bit of finesse.”

Daniel did as instructed and sat down. The garter belt straps dangled on his thighs, as if waiting to make a connection and tighten, which was exactly was about to happen. 

Barclay got down on his knees to roll the first stocking on Daniel’s right leg. The skirt on his maid costume popped up to reveal black and white panties underneath. His own stockings were meticulously positioned with the backseam down the center. Daniel noticed this, and understood that he too must strive to present with the same amount of attention to detail.

“You must roll the stockings up delicately to avoid a run,” Barclay explained.

Daniel took note as Barclay slowing rolled the nylon fabric up his young, smooth, sissy leg. Once the stocking was all the way up, Barclay motioned for him to stand. He turned him to face the other way and checked to make sure the seam was straight. Then he clasped the straps to the garter belt to the top of the hosiery, starting with the back first, then, after turning around Daniel again, the front.

“Your turn,” Barclay said.

Daniel sat down and mimicking the technique, but fell short in execution.

“Again. The seam must be straight.”

The sissy made two more attempts before finding success. 

“Now to complete the look.”

Barclay helped Daniel put on the maid costume. First, the black dress with white trim went on. It had a very short skirt, almost exposing the sissy’s tiny private area underneath.

“It is quite… revealing,” Daniel said.

“Mistress requires you to comply and wear it.”

“Ok.”

“In the future you will have to wear a bra,” Barclay said while straightening out the dress.

This new idea seemed odd to Daniel as well. A bra? I’m flat-chested. Why would he say that…

Next, Barclay placed on him a white half-apron. Then a short blond wig, which he adorned with a ruffled headpiece. After some primping, he handed the sissy a pair of six-inch black pumps.

“How am I supposed to walk in these?”

“That is not the Mistress’s concern,” Barclay answered.

Daniel sat at the edge of the bed and let Narcissa’s servant put the heels on him one-by-one. They felt snug. He has to adjust his toes to find a level of comfort. He didn’t notice that the straps had little locks on them. Once in place he looked down and saw Barclay use a key to secure each one in place.

“Wait, I don’t --”

“Again, young sissy, it is what Mistress wants,” Barclay said. “You want to please her, don’t you.”

“Yes.”

“Then accept it, stand, and practice walking in them.”

He stood up and teetered on them. He tried to walk around and nearly fell over. The fact that they were locked on meant he would have to learn, and quickly.

“You will get used to them.”

Daniel nodded. 

Barclay guided the new sissy over to a full-length mirror so he could see himself. A feather duster was handed to him to complete the look. He had to admit to himself that he looked quite feminine. He just might make a good girl.

“There are two more steps before presentation,” Barclay said. “Your make-up, and… Your butt plug.”

Daniel let out a girlish gasp. The very sound of his own high-pitched response surprised him...