10IV FICTION CLASSICS #O

"No, but it might take ARE YOU

awhile to recover, because these garments restrain a boys virility. They're encouraged to walk with a girlish posture and stride. They'll even sit femininely. After a few months, most forget how to walk like men."

I looked at Lee's mom and said, "But we do okay now."

"Chris, trust me. This will help you to become more natural and confident. Right, Mrs. Sargent?"

Mrs. Sargent nodded and brought out the garments out of their boxes. They were like g-strings only she called them "Trainers." Lee volunteered to go first. She took his manness and put an ice bag on them.

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Lee asked, "What's that for?" Mrs. Sargent laughed, "Haven't you ever been swimming in a cold lake?" A wide elastic belt was hooked around his waist, and severely tightened. It took several inches off Lee's waist and pushed excess fat down to the hip area. She then took his shriveled maleness and put them between his legs. A pink sheath cache strap went from the front between his legs and through the waist band then hooked to one end of a spring operated device behind Lee's back.

Mrs. Sargent asked, "Are you ready?" Lee nodded. She pulled the trigger on the device snapping all excess up tightly. She adeptly hooked the back together and removed the spring device.

Lee's eyes bulged as the crotch strap was suddenly tightenedtotally squeezing his organs into a vee between his legs. He screamed, "It's too tight!"

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Mrs. Sargent commanded, "Don't be a sissy, it fits perfectly, you'll get used to it in no time. Now walk across the room. She was right. His tense new stance was very feminine. It forced him to take little steps and forced his rear out in back. A gentle girlish sway appeared at the hips. She ordered him to sit down on a small stool.

"I can't," he complained, "it's too tight." Mrs. Sargent ignoring his complaints, forcefully pushed him down on the

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stool. He gingerly remained uncomfortably seated. "The sensitivity will go away, in an hour or two," Mrs. Sargent comforted then commanded. "Chris, don't be shy, come over here."

I had just seen my buddy visually neutered and it was now my turn. Lee just sat silently in the corner, in a daze. I wanted to say "no" but Lee had let her do it to him. I thought, "What's the harm, I'll just take it off later. Mrs. Sargent strapped on the waist part of the garment. It felt like I was being cut in half by the belt. She iced, then carefully positioned my manhood.

She said, "Are you ready." Before I could reply, she pulled the trigger, and my manhood disappeared, I almost felt like throwing up. This harmless looking garment with it's strong pressure compressed my maleness to nothingness. I now couldn't walk without a sway to my hips. There was no sign of what this garment was suppose to be hiding. I was sexless, that is male sexless.

Mrs. Sargent snickered to Mrs. Roberts, "They're naturals. Some boys faint. Both have very supple figures, and the proper control is essential for curves here." She ran her finger lightly over my thighs. "At first, the extreme pressure induces a period of apprehension, which turns into cheerful contentment as the garment takes control."

She continued, "Now boys, there are three stages. Here's the instructions. You wear that "Trainer" for a week. Then you'll be ready for the "Negotiator" which you will wear for a month. Then the "Constrictor" which you will wear for as long as you dress as girls. Some of my customers even ride horses without any discomfort.

"I can't walk like this on campus," I said. "We only dress as girls on the weekends. Besides, how can we...you know...go to the bathroom."

"You can unfasten it easily, just undo the buttons on the back."

I felt for the buttons at the back to satisfy myself I could undo them.

Mrs. Roberts added, "Chris, even on weekends, girls want shapely figures. Won't you try it for a week, if Lee will?" I nodded. We painfully walked around the room in only our panties for about an hour. Mrs. Sargent wanted to make sure they seated correctly.

In about an hour, the pain went away and wasn't terribly uncomfortable as long as we walked carefully. The unyielding pressure of the crotch strap forced us to sit naturally with our knees and ankles demurely together.