Sorry for the long delay in adding to this story.  Unfortunately, 'real world' responsibilities have gotten in the way.  And, it seems this will be the case for the forseeable future.  Still, I'll expand this tale as I can to its conclsion.

Again, sorry for the delay!

Both Dianne and Bill asked for more coffee which John was quick to get for them. They decided to take a bath together and then get ready for the day and told John to be ready to prepare their breakfast in about an hour. They told him to wait in the kitchen until they were through.

Tis was the first time since before Bill arrived tht John had slack time. Setting at the table with a cup of coffee, he didn't know what to do! He thought over everything tghat had happened in the last several hours. He'd become a sissy-boy, and proved as much by doing everything Dianne wished - Letting Bill face fuck him, licking and sucking cum from them both, putting on make-up and female clothes, and even licking piss from each of the couple's privates! Oh, and let's not forget the dildo that was humming away in his ass!

The thing is, even though his mind told John that everything he'd been doing was totally wrong, his body kept saying it was enjoying it all! How in the hell could John tell his body it was wrong. But, how could his mind be so wrong?

That, in itself told John something. He'd already accepted that his body reactions were the true ones, and his mind was wrong. That meant that somewhere deep inside he wanted what was happening. He wanted Dianne to lord over him and make him do unspeakable things. But, how had something like that stayed hidden for so long?

At this point, John decided it didn't matter how it stayed hidden. What mattered was it was now out. The next question was did he want this to be an ongoing thing, or simply this one shot? It was pretty obvious that Dianne had ideas for making it ongoing. Could he live with that?

Well, that he hadn't argue when Dianne mentioned 'this coming week,' or 'in the future.' That told John that inside he didn't mind if it continued. So, it seemed he was destined to become Dianne's Sissy-Boy from last night forward!

But, what about Bill? He was John's boss! How would all this play out there? Would he become Bill's sissified face fucker on call? Or would things go back to normal.

As soon as John thought it, he knew things could never go back to normal. Bill had demanded some very demeaning things of John. And, John had done every one with no real complaints. Although He wasn't real sure, he felt he would be at Bill's beck and call as long as they worked together.

"In dream land, are we," Dianne queried.

"Oh, so sorry Mistress. I guess I was day dreaming," John replied.

"You guess? Don't you know," Dianne asked.

"Yes Mam, I do know," John said weakly. "I was thinking about just how happy I've been serving you since last night. And, Bill too, of course."

"So you've enjoyed it, have you? Then I suppose we should plan on continueing this. What would you say to that, Sissy-Boy?"

"If that is your wish, Mistress. I will gladly do as you wish."

Dianne began laughing so hard she had to hold her sides. Finally she sat down at the table as John handed her a glass of water.

"And here I thought I was going to have to force you to become sissified," Dianne finally got out. "At least it will be easier if you're cooperative - much easier. Trust me, you're going to go through a lot of changes in the next few months. You'll not recognize the old John when I'm through. And, you're OK with that?"

"Mistress, I love - no adore - you," John replied. "I will do whatever you wish. All I ask in return is that we stay together - in whatever form you are happy with. Then, I too will be happy."

"A star struck lover, you have there," Bill commented.

John glanced toward Bill and noticed his cock had hardened some while listening to the conversation.

"Yes Sir, I suppose I am," John replied. "Please excuse me talking out of turn, but I felt th implied question needed answered."

"I'll over look it," Dianne said. "Then the plans I had for today should go a lot easier with your decision. You see, we're going shopping for our Sissy-Boy! All three of us!"

John cringed. He hoped Dianne didn't plan on him wearing the dress he had on to go shopping. And, the make-up? He'd die of embarassment.

"And, to answer the question you hav eon your mind, Sissy-Boy, no, you won't be wearing that dress. The underwear and the dildo yes, but not the dress. Nor will you be wearing the make-up. I'll even let you remove the finger nail polish. I have some nice light pink polish that should do. Not too noticable, but still there.

"I've a nice pair of slacks for you. No pockets, so you'll get your first experience with a purse. And the blouse is in a male cut. Your bra shouldn't be noticeable as long as you keep your jacket on.

"Oh yeah, your shoes. They'll be flats. But, I'm afraid I don't have any male looking shoes, so I picked a nice pair of patent leather with a strap over the top. They should go wonderfully with the white knee socks!"

A purse, pink nail polish and patent leather flats. Well, it could be worse, John thought, much worse. And, if he was going to be Dianne's Sissy-Boy, then he had to get used to such things. He was more than sure she'd have him out in full drag much sooner than John would like!

"After breakfast we'll get ready and go to the mall," Dianne continued. "There's just the type of shops I need there. And, Sissy-Boy, there's some make-up removing cloths in the master bath. Get them after breakfast and get that poor excuse for a make-up job off!"

Dianne made sure she and Bill ordered things for breakfast John would be comfortable with. Most was already made and just had to be cooked in the microwave. In fact, only the juice, toast and coffee required much from him.

With breakfast done, all three prepared for their shopping adventure. And, even Bill seemed somewhat excited. When Dianne asked him about that he commented he'd never went on a shopping trip for a sissy-boy, and he thought it might be very entertaining. John's face turned red at that comment.

An hour later John presented himself to Dianne. All the make-up was gone, his nails was painted a nice pink, barely noticable. OF course John felt everyone would notice, but didn't say anything about it.

The slacks fit tightly, making sure the dildo stayed I place. Its controller was at the front of the side closing slacks. The blouse had a straight hemline at the bottom, so tucking it in was impossible. But, the jacket fell just below John's hips, covering everything nicely.

The only problem John had, thought again, he said nothing, was the shoes. The soles were hard and slick. And, even though he took small steps in them to keep from slipping and falling, they still made a loud clicking noise on non-carpeted floors.

And, they wre off. In keping with his now permanent place in life, John opened the car door first for Dianne, then Bill. Finally crawling into the bak seat for the ride to the mall.

"I thought we'd stop by Wally-World first," Dianne comented as she navigated the local roads. "They have some of the basics, and much cheaper than a mall."

Wally-World was busy, especially on a Saturday! John was terrified with the though tof walking around wit so many people. Surely someone would notice something wasn't quite right about him.

Sure enough, the parking lot at Wally-World was packed. It seemed cool waether always made it more crowded. But, it could just be because the holidays were close at hand.

They ended up having to park closer to the access road than the store. As they walked towards the store John's flats were clicking loudly. A few people glanced his way, but most were too busy to notice. Of the few that did look, most simply continued on with no reaction whatsoever. But, John did hear some giggles form others. His face reddened, and not from the chilly weather.

Inside, Dianne headed straight to the feminine napkins. To John's amusement, Bill became noticeably uncomfortable. Then again, John didn't feel all that comfortable either. And, the fact they were shopping for him made him a bit more so.

"I'm going to get you some every day pads," Dianne commented quietly. "We don't want you putting racing stripes on your frilly underthings now, do we?"

"No Mistress," John replied in his sissy voice. He'd got so used to using it these last several hours, it just came out natural. He gave an audiable squeek.

"Now, that's good," Dianne said. "That voice should become the one you're used to. Not your male voice."

As crowded as Wally -World was, it was enevitable that someone would overhear. Sure enough a woman next to them let out her own audiable gasp! Dianne simply smiled at the woman and put a large box of everyday pads in the cart.

Next Dianne want down the deodorant isle and picked up some feminine deodorant. A female razor set was next. She saw some boxes of wax remover strips and put three in the cart. John couldn't imagine what those were for. Finally Dianne steered them into the make-up section.

"We're going to have a lot of fun here," Dianne commented.

Dianne got the easy stuff first - a sack of small sponges, a sack of cotton balls, some Q-Tips, Finger nail files, tweezers, an eye lash curler, facial cleanser, and a set of various size brushes.

As she began looking over the make-up and nail polish, she'd periodically hold a bottle of something or other up to John's face sometimes putting the bottle in the cart, but usually putting it back. Of course as crowded as the store was, every time Dianne did this there'd be comments and gasps. But, she'd simply smile and continue with what she was doing. And John would blush deeply, making it obvious who the make-up, or polish was for. And Bill would just chuckle.

Finally Dianne stopped at the perfume section. John was mortified. He knew getting perfume off was next to impossible. The small persisted even after a multitude of washes. But, Dianne looked over the selection, sometimes glancing at John. Finally she took one of the sample bottles and sprayed it in the air in font of John.

"What do you think, dear. Do you think it will smell alright on you?"

That Dianne made it so obvious the perfume was for John left him almost speechless. But, she had asked a question, and she expected an answer.

"Yes, sweetheart, I tink that smells wonderful," John replied.

There his body goes again. John wanted to blurt out a barely audible 'Yes, htat's fine.' But his vocal cords and body rebelled again and made it even more obvious the intent of the smelly liquid.

Not wanting to miss out on adding to his embarrassment, Dianne added, "Don't forget you only put a small dab on your hot spots. You don't pour it all over, or you'll smell like some whore!"

There were more than a few chuckles fom that comment, and John was sure he was going to pass out from all his blood going to his face!

It took all Bill had to keep from blurting out in rolling laughter. Still, a healthy laugh escaped.

Finally finished, the trio headed to check-out. They stood in line for more than a few minutes, but eventually made it to the register. Trying to make small talk, the clerk asked Dianne if she was completely replinishing her make-up stock.

Dianne smiled and, taking John by the arm said, "Oh no, it's not for me. Is it dear?"

Of course John blushed deeply, But replied, "No Mam, it isn't." To his horror he had used his sissy voice! Would his body ever start listening to him again?

At first the clerk had a shocked look on her face. But soon it was replaced with a knowing smile.

"It's a shame more of us women weren't like you lady," she commented. "The world would probably be a much better place!"

Dianne simply smiled.

John was totally shocked at how much the make-up and othert feminine things cost! It wasn't cheap looking beautiful, he thought. Not that he ever would.

"I knew this trip would be fun," Bill commented as they walked to the car. "It's already been a blast and we haven't got to the main part yet!"

On the drive to the mall Dianne had John look over everything she'd purchased at Wally-World. She told him to ask if he didn't know what something was for. He'd seen most of the stuff earlier this morning, But, the eye lash curler confused him and he asked her what it was for.

"It makes your eye lashes curl up," Dianne commented. "Well, at least the top ones. You can use it on the bottom ones to make them stand away from you cheek. That makes it easier to put mascara on the lower ones."

And, while John knew what tweezers were, he wasn't at all sure what he would be using them for as a Sissy-Boy.

"You'll use them to trim your eye brows," Dianne replied to John's querry. "Eventually you'll have a nice thin arc to your brows. It'll look so nice."

Saving what he feared to ask abou ttill last, John asked about the wax strips.

"Those are normally used to remove and shape a woman's pubic hair in whatever shape she wants," Dianne smiled. "In your case we'll use them to completely remove it! Nothing says submissive more than a nude pubic area!"

John couldn't imagine that not hurting.

The mall, too was somewhat crowded. Early holiday shopping must have been on everyone's list today, John though to himself. They had to park a good distance form the main building. This mall was all indoors, so everyone was protected from the chill that came with this time of year.

Again, John's flats clicked loudly as they walked to the mall entrance. He knew it would be no better inside as the main hall was hard tile.

"Buck up there, Sissy-Boy, Bill commentd. "Put on those grown-up Sissy-Boy panties and walk tall. Let those cute shoes ring out like you did your bells last night and this morning!"

Of course, Bill said that just loud enough for a few people to overhear him. John turned a deep red. But, in a way, Bill was right. John couldn't continue to cower just because his shoes drew some looks from complete strangers.

"Bill's right," Dianne added. "Besides, slouching like that looks just ugly. Plus, always turning red when someone looks at you just tells them you're the one making the noise and you're ashamed of it. Be proud! Show everyone you're a proud Sissy-Boy!"

Well, there it was. Both Dianne and Bill didn't like how he was reacting to being noticed. That could turn into one, or more, 'demerits,' something he certainly didn't need more of. John squared his shoulders, stood straight, and walked proudly into the mall. His flats clicking even more loudly on the hard tile.

Dianne seemed happy with simply window shopping. She didn't head for any particular shop, though John was sure she knew exactly where she was going. He supposed she was giving him time to get used to the stares and whispers that were following him. And, in fact, he was getting to where he had most tuned out.

Finally, Dianne walked into a lingerie shop. In the window the manequines were wearing next to nothing. Panties, bras and some night gowns that really hid nothing. An advantage, for John at least, was that the floor was carpeted. With John close by and Bill staying a good distance from the pair, she started looking over the racks of bras.

Dianne stopped and had John remove his coat. It was warm in the mall, but John had left it open, not wanting anyone to see his blouse and bra. All the bravado John had built up vanashed. He heard one of the clerks give out a gasp, and head quickly for the checkout counter - where the rest of the workers were congregated. John was sure that wasn't a good sign, at least for his ego.

Dianne also saw the woman dart towards her co-workers, and seemed to be waiting for her to finish her very animated conversation with them. As soon as she saw the entire store work force move to within hearing distance, she took one of the lacier bras off the rack and handed it to John.

"What do you think, Dear," Dianne said in a mock serious tone. "Do you think it's padded enough for you?"

With a face that looked sun burned, John felt the padding of the cups. The bra was well padded, perhaps a true A cup, but looking almost a C on the outside. But, with John having practically no tits at all, the inner cup would still have a lot of empty space.

And, giggles abounded around John and Dianne! All the girls working at the store apparently got a good laugh at John's expense. But, that part at least, John was getting used to.

One of the clerks came up to Dianne and said, "Miss, if I may. We have a special service in this store. We help out customers properly fit their bras. Of course, we don't do tis out here. We have special fitting rooms in the rear of the store. We'd be more than happy to help er, John, get a proper fit for his bras!"

It was all the woman could do to get her little speech out without bursting out laughing. But, somehow she mannaged. Bill, on the otherhand, choked on the coffee he'd taken from the store's curtesy counter.

Dianne thought for only a few seconds. "I'm afraid my Sissy-Boy John has no tits to measure. Perhaps you have some idea on a solution?"

"Why yes Mam, I do. We carry a full line of breast forms. You know, for the customers that have had to get a mastectomy? They all come with a special glue that keeps them I place for 24 hours, or more. And, they look very realistic, even without a bra, under clothes, that is "

I'm sure we could find a pair that would be to John's liking," The clerk finished with a burst of laughter. Of course, all her co-workers, and even Bill, joined in!

Dianne waited for the crowd to settle down, then commented, "Now that sounds just like what I've been looking for.

"Call me Dianne, by the way. Only Sissy-Boy here calls me Mam - although Mistress is what he calls me most of the time.

"And, it's not John that has to be satisfied, it's me! Still, I think a nice B cup would do nicely. Not too large, but noticable."

"Of course Dianne," The clerk said in obvious mock seriousness. "If you two would come this way, I'd be more than happy to help you out. And, you can call me Sue."

It was a good thing John wasn't wearing any make-up, because the tears that were streaming down his cheeks would have completely ruined it. With eyesight impaired, he still managed to follow Dianne and the entire staff of the store to the fitting room.

Once in the fittlng room, Sue had John remove his blouse and bra. She measured his chest and went into what looked like a closet full of boxes. Finally finding what she was looking for, she brought the box to Dianne.

"I think these are just what you're looking for. It closely matches your Sissy's skin color, so blending should be no real problem. And, not only are they the 36B you're looking for, but they have nipples already attached. And, you'll notice they're erect. With the right bra you're little Sissy will get all the attention at any party!

"It comes with a special glue that makes sure they stay attached even if submerged in water for 30 minutes. Of course, we have tubes of the glue you can buy seperately."

"That looks just perfect," Dianne commented. "And, just how do you attach them?"

"The glue is fairly fast setting," Sue replied. "Ten minutes at the most. That gives you enough time to get them set where you want them and to work the edges so they look as natural as possible. There's also a tube of a solution to remove any excess from the skin. But, you have to be careful, just a little on a cottonball is all you need. Otherwise the solution seeps behind the form.

"And, the adhesive lasts 48 hours. Even under the most strenous conditions. Guaranteed.

"Would you mind showing me," Dianne asked?

Sue busied herself with attaching the breast forms to John's chest. She made sure they were placed so they would look natural and worked the edges so the weighty forms looked like they belonged on John. They were slighty lighter than John's natural skin color but, when Sue was done they looked real!

"That's perfect," Dianne exclaimed! "We'll take them!"

Dianne examined the new attachments to John's body from every angle, poking, lifting, squeezing them to make sure they looked and felt real.

John was surprised at how heavy the forms felt. He couldn't imagine what C, or D cup breasts would feel like. He wondered how women managed to stand straight with these weighty appendages on their chests!

Bill, too, was impressed. "Amazing," He commented. "They look almost suckable."

And, with that, Bill leaned over and began sucking on one of John's new breasts. John was totally shocked when he actually felt Boil's sucking, or at least it seemed he did.

"Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that these breast forms have tiny fibers that go from the outside of the form to the back. That's so the person wearing them gets a very realistic feel for what might be happening." Sue smiled.

"I can see where these are going to be a lot of fun," Bill commented as he raised his head from John's new tit.

Dianne directed John back out to the floor, tits bare, to try on some of the sexier bras. The rest of the sales force gave the embarrassed Sissy a round of applause!

"Chest out," Dianne directed John. "Show everyone you're proud of your new breasts."

John did as instructed, though his face was deep red.

Dianne had John try on various bra and pantie sets, and had him show them off fashion show style. She picked about a dozen, making John wear one of the skimpiest. 'To show off your new tits,' She commmented as the sissy put back on his blouse and coat.

As the trio shopped the other stores Dianne had picked out, she made sure John kept his coat open so anyone that looked from the front could see the excited breasts sticking out the shear bra and blouse.

Near the end of the shopping spree Dianne stopped in a costume shop. She found a very short skirted, pink dress for John. It had three petticoats and a long blonde wig with lots of cute curls. And, it even came with pink lace top white socks.

"For tonight," Dianne commented just a little too loud.

Dainne also found a nice cheerleader's outfit, complete with a brunette wig styled into a pony-tail.

"For tomorrow," Again a bit too loud.

The final stop was the costume jewelry shop. Dianne talked with the lady doing the piercings, then directed John to set at her station. While Dianne shopped for earrings, necklasses, rings, bracelettes, and hair baubles, John got both ears pierced with cute fake diamond studs.

By the time Dianne finished shopping all three were totally loaded down with bags of blouses, skirts, slacks, flats, heels, night gowns, bras and panties. There was even some waist chincher garter belts, of course with plenty of nylons. Dianne had decided her Sissy-Boy wouldn't be wearing pantyhose. She didn't feel they were 'proper' enough for a Sissy-Boy.

Finally done, the trio walked to the car. At least John could button up his coat. No more stares from passer-bys. Loading up the car, all three jumped in the car. "Just two more stops and we'll be on our way home," Dianne commented.

Driving to a small strip mall, Dianne stopped in front of a store named 'Wanda's Wigs'. It didn't really take much imigination what they were here for. Dianne looked back at John as she got out of the car.

"They're expecting us," Dianne said to John. "Let's go."

Reluctantly, John exited the auto. Bill had already got out and ws waiting for John with Dianne on the sidewalk. With Dianne leading and John close behind, the trio entered the wig shop. A rather petite woman greeted them. Once Dianne identified herself, the womangot a sly smile on her face and escorted them to a room near the back of the shop.

"I was thinking the blonde bimbo look,' Dianne commented. "But, will that go well with his complection?"

The store owner looked at John critically and said, "I don't think that should be a real problem. He's rather light complected, so blonde should look good on him. Considering the shape of his face, I think the long wig you mentioned in your phone call will look just wonderful.

"But, the one I have in mind already has a perm. And, trying to put it in pig tails would really mess it up. I do have one already in pig tails, though. And, I'd be more than happy to sell both at a large discount. That is if you bring your little sissy by so I can see him in the next month or so."

"Not a problem at all," Dianne replied. "Once he's used to his make-up and all his frilly fineries, I plan on taking him out a lot. It'll reinforce the importance of getting everything right, or suffer the humiliation of being discovered."

The owner showed Dianne the wigs. And, of course, John had to try them on. Dianne rather liked the pig tail wig and insisted he wear it. After getting extr caps, and shampoo to properlly take care of the wigs, the trio headed back to the car.

John wondered just what degradation Dianne had in store for him next. To his delight when they got to the a nondescript store set back from the street, Dianne told him to stay in the car. Instead, only she and Bill entered the store. Looking closer, John saw the small sign. It read; 'Hard Harry's XXX Books and Toys!' What were the couple getting in a store like this? Didn't Dianne have enough toys at home for him?

Reading the fine print, John noticed it said the store carried 'rare and hard to find articles, specializing in B&D, and other fetishes.' B&D? Well, he supposed they had already delved into that. Even though John consiered it more submission.

After about 20 minutes, Dianne and Bill exited the store and got in the car. Bill got in the back seat, next to John. Bill put the large bag in the back with the other bags and gave John a leering smile.

"This last store was Bill's idea," Dianne commented. "I od think you'll really enjoy all the wonderful toys he got you. And, if you don't at least we will!

"Now, a proper Sissy-Boy whould show his gratitude for such wonderful things. And, to his Master that should be in the form of a very slow and sensual blow job. You didn't really give him one last night, so now would be a very good time to show him you really can suck a real man off. And, I expect it to be slow. I don't want to see your head above the seats until we get home."