First up – a quick video of the type of satin uniform you will be expected to wear as one of our sissy waitresses.
In the picture below you can see images from a recent fancy dress party some of our sissies served at. Notice the cum filled mouth at the bottom…that’s the role I’ve marked out for you: a cum guzzling satin waitress.
In this week’s true story we read about a feckless sissy whose girlfriend forces him to work as a satin-clad waitress at her friend’s catering firm. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your cravings) he’s about to learn that the waitresses have to provide other services.
- Tricked into admitting that I want to be sissy waitress…
Most people tend to think of revenge as a very male thing, but that’s only because men are so obvious in the manner in which they do it. As you will learn from my story of forced feminization, women can take just as much pleasure in revenge, and not only are they able to do it more stealthily but with greater ingenuity. And that’s why I had no idea when my girlfriend showed me the website for her friend’s business that it was the first move in a game of vengeance.
Her business, Tarts with Tarts, was a catering service that specialized in French food, served by sexy young waitresses in black satin skirts, white silk blouses and gleaming, starched aprons. This sexy uniform was a sissy’s wet dream. I peered at the homepage where a stunning brunette was described as ‘a traditional French serving girl’. Miriam, my girlfriend, saw me looking at her legs.
“They all wear fishnet stockings and garter belts. Guys love it…she’s already got bookings for two football club dinners and a bachelor party.”
The brunette was immaculately made-up with bright red lipstick and a large cleavage accentuated by the tight, silk blouse. She was holding a tray in one hand the other resting on her hip. My eyes travelled down to the shiny satin skirt, apron and fishnet stockings and ended at her black stilettos. The image made me so horny that my tiny penis started to harden.
Miriam nudged me. “I bet you’d like to see me in that outfit, wouldn’t you?”
I guiltily mumbled ‘yes.’ Guiltily…because while I’d definitely love to see Miriam in that serving girl’s uniform, I’d much rather see myself in it as a sissy waitress. Worried the mumble betrayed my thoughts, I overcompensated and went for a manly affirmation. “Damn right I’d like to see you in it.”
If you want to find out how Miriam and her best friend turn Patrick into a satin-clad sissy waitress (who has to suck cock if any restaurant client asks), choose an option…