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“Welcome to the Living Doll Dress Shop, my name is Jillian, how may I help you?” she asked, the satin bow of her blouse bouncing over her chest as she sauntered over.
“Hi, um, my girlfriend sent me over here to pick out a dress for her for my cousin’s wedding,” Dave stammered. Jillian nodded.
“Do you know what sort of style she is looking for, so I can help you narrow down your search?”
Dave tilted his head towards the mannequin wearing Katie’s red dress. “Well, that belonged to her, I guess she traded it in, but I think she’s looking for something a little more feminine, maybe something satin?” Dave explained, adding “Just to fit in more with my family’s style, I mean.”
Jillian’s smile widened. “Oh, I see. I remember your girlfriend, she is very pretty, and looked so lovely in that dress when we photographed it for our catalogue.” Dave nervously smiled back - he had also enjoyed the opportunity to see her in that dress, and had even managed to power through making love to her in it, though he wondered if that performance was why she disappeared on him.
“Why don’t we take a look over here? I have a rack of satin formal wear that we can start with.” Jillian led Dave over to one side of the store and up an aisle (image left).
Hanging from high racks on either side were dozens of shiny satin prom and bridesmaid dresses, in a multitude of styles. Dave didn’t know where to look first as Jillian beckoned him further into the aisle. She paused suddenly, and Dave nearly bumped into her. She turned, slowly, leaning in towards Dave. He took a step back and found himself backed up against the rack. Jillian pressed closer, and Dave shrunk awkwardly into the dresses around him.
“Tell me the truth, hun,” she whispered, her satin blouse pressed up against him.
“Huh? What do you mean?” Dave nervously replied.
“You’re not shopping for your girlfriend, are you? You want a pretty, girly, satin dress… all… for… your… self.” Jillian’s grin would have put the Cheshire Cat to shame. Dave’s own shame made itself known in his jeans, and Jillian, practically in his arms, noticed. “Oh, yes, you do.” She reached up and stroked Dave’s cheek. “I do so love prissy young boys like you, I’ll bet you make a beautiful sissy girl. I know the perfect dress for you.” Her hand reached behind Dave and deftly pulled a hanger from the rack and around front of Dave’s squirming body. On it hung a blue satin ballgown, with a single strap, full bridal satin, with a dainty pearl-decked bow on the waist. “This is it, sweetie. Your new dress.”
Dave could barely move. It was perfect. He was rock hard as he ran a hand along the bodice. He vaguely heard Jillian ask his name.
“Hmm? Oh, Dave. My name’s Dave.”
“Not anymore, darling. Once we’ve got you transformed, you will be my new sissy Daisy.”
“T-transformed?” Dave was in over his head, he knew it. Jillian put a hand on his chest to steady him.
“Of course, sweetie. I never let a sissy leave the store without trying on her new dress. Follow me.” And with that she turned with the dress, her satin bow whipping around, and walked back down the aisle. Dave stared after her - he should bail, run, drive away… but his desire and his cock drove him forward, after the clerk.
She led him to a private changing area. Installed next to a full-length, multi-angle mirror was a basic salon chair. Jillian took Dave’s hand and guided him to sit down. She pulled a pink floral salon cape from a drawer and draped it around Dave. Tying it tight behind his neck, she retrieved a make-up kit and foam head sporting a long brunette wig.
“Do you trust me, Daisy? Would you like to become a perfect sissy model?” She stood in front of him, leaning over him. Her hand drifted down the arm of the chair, over the cape and across his leg, to rest on his throbbing sissy cock. Dave nodded meekly. Jillian grinned and gave a gentle squeeze before getting to work. She swiftly began to apply make-up, a light application, but Dave’s features softened and became more feminine as lipstick and eyeliner and rouge altered his face. In minutes, she was finished, and with a sweeping flip of the wig, she put the final stroke on her newest masterpiece. Dave looked past her into the mirror and saw a young, girly face staring back at him. Jillian picked up a misting bottle and spritzed a sweet-smelling perfume around Dave’s head. He took a deep breath, and felt instantly relaxed. Had he always been this tired? But he was almost there, almost in HIS dress.
Jillian removed the cape and helped Dave to stand. She quickly and easily disrobed him, leaving him nude. Jillian was pleased - he was mostly hairless. From the drawer next to the salon chair, she dug out a pair of satin full-cut panties that matched the dress. Dave was easy enough to manipulate at this point, stepping one leg after the other into the panties. A matching strapless bra was next, into which Jillian inserted modest breast forms. As Dave’s mind becalmed from the spiked perfume, Jillian unzipped the gown. Dave dreamily stepped into it, and Jillian drew it up his body, settling the single strap on his shoulder. She zipped the gown shut and straightened the skirt (image center).
Dave was ecstatic. He could not stop staring at the pretty girl now staring him in the face in the mirror. He never wanted to leave this shop. He never wanted to take off this dress. He ran his hands along the satin as his joints became stiffer.
Jillian had retrieved the standard mannequin mask. She had enjoyed using the new style on Dave’s former girlfriend Katie, but a sissy like Daisy needed the classic treatment. She raised it to Dave’s face and gently lowered his jaw.
As the mask briefly blocked Dave’s view of the mirror, panic set in. Run, Dave, run! His brain screamed at him. But as the gag settled into his mouth and he regained his sight through the eye holes, that instinct faded to nothing, and Dave gave in to his fate as the Living Doll Dress Shop’s newest sissy mannequin (image right).
Jillian smiled her Cheshire grin. Today had been a good day. Time to mount the new display model!

Description

“Welcome to the Living Doll Dress Shop, my name is Jillian, how may I help you?” she asked, the satin bow of her blouse bouncing over her chest as she sauntered over.
“Hi, um, my girlfriend sent me over here to pick out a dress for her for my cousin’s wedding,” Dave stammered. Jillian nodded.
“Do you know what sort of style she is looking for, so I can help you narrow down your search?”
Dave tilted his head towards the mannequin wearing Katie’s red dress. “Well, that belonged to her, I guess she traded it in, but I think she’s looking for something a little more feminine, maybe something satin?” Dave explained, adding “Just to fit in more with my family’s style, I mean.”
Jillian’s smile widened. “Oh, I see. I remember your girlfriend, she is very pretty, and looked so lovely in that dress when we photographed it for our catalogue.” Dave nervously smiled back - he had also enjoyed the opportunity to see her in that dress, and had even managed to power through making love to her in it, though he wondered if that performance was why she disappeared on him.
“Why don’t we take a look over here? I have a rack of satin formal wear that we can start with.” Jillian led Dave over to one side of the store and up an aisle (image left).
Hanging from high racks on either side were dozens of shiny satin prom and bridesmaid dresses, in a multitude of styles. Dave didn’t know where to look first as Jillian beckoned him further into the aisle. She paused suddenly, and Dave nearly bumped into her. She turned, slowly, leaning in towards Dave. He took a step back and found himself backed up against the rack. Jillian pressed closer, and Dave shrunk awkwardly into the dresses around him.
“Tell me the truth, hun,” she whispered, her satin blouse pressed up against him.
“Huh? What do you mean?” Dave nervously replied.
“You’re not shopping for your girlfriend, are you? You want a pretty, girly, satin dress… all… for… your… self.” Jillian’s grin would have put the Cheshire Cat to shame. Dave’s own shame made itself known in his jeans, and Jillian, practically in his arms, noticed. “Oh, yes, you do.” She reached up and stroked Dave’s cheek. “I do so love prissy young boys like you, I’ll bet you make a beautiful sissy girl. I know the perfect dress for you.” Her hand reached behind Dave and deftly pulled a hanger from the rack and around front of Dave’s squirming body. On it hung a blue satin ballgown, with a single strap, full bridal satin, with a dainty pearl-decked bow on the waist. “This is it, sweetie. Your new dress.”
Dave could barely move. It was perfect. He was rock hard as he ran a hand along the bodice. He vaguely heard Jillian ask his name.
“Hmm? Oh, Dave. My name’s Dave.”
“Not anymore, darling. Once we’ve got you transformed, you will be my new sissy Daisy.”
“T-transformed?” Dave was in over his head, he knew it. Jillian put a hand on his chest to steady him.
“Of course, sweetie. I never let a sissy leave the store without trying on her new dress. Follow me.” And with that she turned with the dress, her satin bow whipping around, and walked back down the aisle. Dave stared after her - he should bail, run, drive away… but his desire and his cock drove him forward, after the clerk.
She led him to a private changing area. Installed next to a full-length, multi-angle mirror was a basic salon chair. Jillian took Dave’s hand and guided him to sit down. She pulled a pink floral salon cape from a drawer and draped it around Dave. Tying it tight behind his neck, she retrieved a make-up kit and foam head sporting a long brunette wig.
“Do you trust me, Daisy? Would you like to become a perfect sissy model?” She stood in front of him, leaning over him. Her hand drifted down the arm of the chair, over the cape and across his leg, to rest on his throbbing sissy cock. Dave nodded meekly. Jillian grinned and gave a gentle squeeze before getting to work. She swiftly began to apply make-up, a light application, but Dave’s features softened and became more feminine as lipstick and eyeliner and rouge altered his face. In minutes, she was finished, and with a sweeping flip of the wig, she put the final stroke on her newest masterpiece. Dave looked past her into the mirror and saw a young, girly face staring back at him. Jillian picked up a misting bottle and spritzed a sweet-smelling perfume around Dave’s head. He took a deep breath, and felt instantly relaxed. Had he always been this tired? But he was almost there, almost in HIS dress.
Jillian removed the cape and helped Dave to stand. She quickly and easily disrobed him, leaving him nude. Jillian was pleased - he was mostly hairless. From the drawer next to the salon chair, she dug out a pair of satin full-cut panties that matched the dress. Dave was easy enough to manipulate at this point, stepping one leg after the other into the panties. A matching strapless bra was next, into which Jillian inserted modest breast forms. As Dave’s mind becalmed from the spiked perfume, Jillian unzipped the gown. Dave dreamily stepped into it, and Jillian drew it up his body, settling the single strap on his shoulder. She zipped the gown shut and straightened the skirt (image center).
Dave was ecstatic. He could not stop staring at the pretty girl now staring him in the face in the mirror. He never wanted to leave this shop. He never wanted to take off this dress. He ran his hands along the satin as his joints became stiffer.
Jillian had retrieved the standard mannequin mask. She had enjoyed using the new style on Dave’s former girlfriend Katie, but a sissy like Daisy needed the classic treatment. She raised it to Dave’s face and gently lowered his jaw.
As the mask briefly blocked Dave’s view of the mirror, panic set in. Run, Dave, run! His brain screamed at him. But as the gag settled into his mouth and he regained his sight through the eye holes, that instinct faded to nothing, and Dave gave in to his fate as the Living Doll Dress Shop’s newest sissy mannequin (image right).
Jillian smiled her Cheshire grin. Today had been a good day. Time to mount the new display model!