Harry White, Desmond Chalmers and Vernon Palmer sat on the leather upholstered seats of the foyer, shy and on their phones. Harry was 20 and wondered if it was safe for him to be here. These women, he had heard, could eat men like him. Desmond, 24, flicked through a bit of porn to keep himself distracted. He hadn't a clue what he was going to say when he was asked what he was looking for, and Vernon, also aged 24, wondered if - "Argh!" He jumped as the door opened and a nurse came in in a crinkly blue and white uniform that reached almost to her ankles. "Hello boys," she said, a chuckle barely hidden in her warm, sultry voice: "I'm Nurse Crisp. Take off your clothes, you won't be needing them."

All three of them were astounded, to her amusement. "Everything off," she went on, helping Harry with his trousers since he hadn't even begun. "Your payments have been processed, you can't back out now."

She opened the cabinet against one wall and took out three crisp, pink blouse-dress things. They had full, almost billowing sleeves which were too long, covering their hands, an upright cuff-style collar, and they fastened at the back. She held each one for the visitors to slide their arms into, then snapped a pop fastener at the back of the neck and left them half-dressed before passing on to the next. When all three were wearing their pink dress she stood behind each of them in turn and fastened the large pink buttons down their backs. The noise of each dress, added to the crinkle of her own dress and white apron, had an intoxicating influence on their sex and each of them hoped they would not shame themselves by stiffening in front of her.

"Put your hands inside your blouse-pockets," she ordered.

So they were blouses, not dresses, and to be honest, the visitors could see how short they were as they slid their hands into their pockets, which they then realised were lined with cold rubber. Nurse Crisp went from one to the other, reaching inside their pockets to find the button on each sleeve cuff and slotted them through the outside of the pocket. The result was their hands were locked inside their rubber pockets. Then she took the ends of the three-inch belt that was hanging from the front of each blouse, threaded it through the loop on the outside of each sleeve just above waist level, and wrapped it round its owner, slotting it through the buckle and pulling tight at the back of his blouse. Their arms were pinned to their sides.

The looks on their faces were somewhere between worry and panic. "I want to go home now, I've changed my mind," said Vernon Palmer.

Nurse Crisp was shaking her head as she sorted ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes for her visitors. "Too late," she said. "You are in the Sylvia Cane Girling School until 5pm this afternoon, like it or not." Five minutes later, all three visitors were wearing a belted pink blouse, with white frilled anklet socks and black two strap shoes, with nothing else. No panties meant that their excitement was very clear for their nurse to see. "You will come with me to the Humiliation Room," she said, "where your blouse belts will be chained to the backs of your seats. That way you'll enjoy a full view of our little demonstration of sexual degradation and perversion. After all, that's what you're here for, isn't it?"

The room they arrived in was small, decorated in blue, with three baby high-chairs in a row facing a heavy blue curtain. As Nurse Crisp attached the visitors to the backs of their seats, leaving their legs very exposed, they were joined by Mistress Sylvia Cane herself: a tall, statuesque brunette whose ample bosom looked all the more curvy for her silky red blouse, while her black leather skirt sizzled over her slip and stockings.

"Hello my dears," she began, nearly smiling but using her luscious red lips to give her listeners a sense of their role as underlings in her establishment. "You are privileged to witness myself and my nurses as we show you a couple of our sweeties being sissy and pathetic. They are the same as all our other sissies: everyone of them is as pathetic as these two. She stopped in front of Harry in his pink blouse, his hands useless, buttoned inside his pockets, and held his chin in her hand.

"What's your name, my little wimp?"

Harry had a lot of trouble saying his name even though he was trying hard. "H-H-Ha-Harry Ma'am."

"Why are you here?"

"I - I was wondering what I could see." He thought he'd better add more. "Maybe a s-sis-sissy school?"

The Mistress lifted her brows: he may be right, he may turn out to be wrong. She moved on to Desmond. "And you?"

He hung his head, too shy to answer, so she poked him with probable. "You want to see sissies in frilly dresses, don't you - with lots of frilly, lacy panties and pettis?"

She was absolutely on the button so he had to confess that that was what he wanted.

She asked Vernon: "Do you wear your wife's lingerie?"

Oh my God, she was so right! "Er, y-yes Ma'am."

"Does she dress you?"

"Er n-no. No, she doesn't kn-know."

"Do you want her to?"

"Oh yes - to show to her friends."

Mistress Sylvia snorted her contempt - for all three. "Right, Nurses," she called out, "bring the little poufters in for us to see them," and she pressed a switch which opened the curtain to one side revealing a platform just a foot higher than the floor.

Nurse Vane and Nurse Marshall, wearing the same crisp uniforms as Nurse Crisp, led two sissies into view on the platform, so that because of the spectators' high chairs, all their faces were at the same height.

They had to parade, holding their nurses' hands, then stand still, facing the three marvelling faces in front of them and lift their dresses to show all underneath.

"Thank you Nurse Vane, Nurse Marshall. Please sit with our sissy visitors. They want you to hold their sissy cocks in your hand to help them fall in love with being a fully dressed sissy."

Harry was joined by Nurse Marshall, who was his own age with her blond hair drawn back beneath her nursing cap. She drew a pair of latex gloves onto her hands and lifted her chin high so that she looked down her nose at him from her high stool.

Nurse Vane sat with Desmond. She was tall and thin with short dark hair, with fiercely prominent tits that made her apron bib reach forward towards him. He would have loved to use his hands to hold them, but he was powerless in her hands. Vernon had Nurse Crisp next to him, wearing her latex gloves, and he shrank into a submissive crouch to protect himself as her hand clasped its fingers round his cock. It took only a few short squeezes and a couple of pulls to start it stiffening at her command.

"This," said the Mistress from the platform, is Verity Bowes. Verity is 20 and he's wearing a rather nice sissy dress in salmon pink for you today. Do you like his hair ribbon, and the white sash bow at the back of his dress? He comes to see us just twice a week for a full day of sissy girl-play each time. I'm going to ask his wife if he can come more often."

"Oh no. No, please don't contact my wife. Please don't tell her I come here, she'd have a fit!"

"Pwhahhh! She already knows, petal. I speak to her after each of your visits to tell her what you did and what a sissy jerk you were."

"Arrgghhh! Oh no-o-ooo! What will she say when I get home?"

"Hmmph, Hello dear, have you had a good day at the office? As she always does. Or she might vary it and say: I know you're a sexless panty-waist, Verity Bowes and I'm going to dress you in panties, a bra and petticoats from now on. You'll have to just wait and see."

All three nurses giggled and held onto the cocks in their hands as their visiting sissies burnt with sympathy for the defeated-looking Verity.

"And this is Sally-Jayne Frilling in his lovely purple polka dot dress with white neck-frill and white heels. Say hello to our guests, Sally-Jayne."

The sissy clutched the sides of his dress wide and dropped a neat curtsey before explaining: "Hello everyone. I know what you're feeling, because I was sitting where you are just last Friday, and now I'm signed in as a weekly sissy-girl. I have to feel very girly during my sissy lessons, and I have my pussy cleaned out with an enema each time, and when gentlemen come, it's my job to suck their cocks - if they want me to."

The Mistress put a question to him. "Do you like sucking a gentleman's cock, Sally-Jayne?"

He bowed his head. "Y-Yes Ma'am. I like the feel of being a subby, girly little fag - with a huge lump of male meat in my mouth." His voice had gone very quiet but everyone heard his every word.

"And how many cocks have you sucked with us now at the Girling School?"

His head sank lower still. "Five, Miss Cane."

"And you'll be sucking another one this afternoon when the Captain arrives, won't you?"

"Y-Yes, Ma'am."

"Because it didn't take much to turn you into a cock-sucking little slut, did it, Sally-Jayne?"

"No Ma'am."

"No, you disgusting little excuse for an ex-male little wanker."

And wanking was what was happening while this conversation passed, because all three nurses were busy holding and fondling the cocks under their control. The warmth in the Humiliation Room was growing as a result of the increased excitement, as Sylvia Cane could see. It was time to take advantage of these perverted little boys.

"You two," she said, her face rigid with authority, "hold your dresses nicely and lift them up to your shoulders. You're going to show our sissy-boy visitors your stiff panty-bulges."

The two of them did as she commanded, catching the edges of their dresses and petticoats and lifting them upwards and outwards with all their feminine grace and delicacy. The panties beneath were as stretched as could be imagined, betraying the high intensity of feeling in both the sissies.

"Now," ordered the Mistress, "turn your dresses towards each other, like the emotional girls you are, and move up to each other, so that your panty-points meet for us to watch what happens."

"Ohhh, Mistress Cane," gasped Verity Bowes, "I - I'll get too excited!"

But Sally-Jayne Frilling didn't hesitate. "I know we will, Verity darling, but we'll feel so girly together - and that will be lovely for us. Remember all that pleasure we enjoyed last night when our nurses allowed us to clitty-slide in our satin panties?"

Verity grew very coy, his elbows pulling into his waist while still holding up his dress to keep his panty-point on view. Whatever they had been doing last night was clearly a delicious memory because he went very feminine and shy, and turned his panties towards the waiting panties of his sweetheart. Their panties touched, ever so delicately, bringing warbles of desire from the watching sissies as their nurses fondled them in a growing rhythm. Panty-silk pushed and slid against panty-silk, clearly visible beneath their out-spread petticoats, making a beautiful picture of girly sissyness. The two sissies bleated with surging pleasure as their gussets slid together, gasping and whimpering under the intense supervision of Mistress Cane, until it was clear they were going to erupt at any moment.

The same could be said of Harry, Desmond and Vernon, whose hands could do nothing to restrain the implacable urging of their nurses. All three of them moaned or gurgled in their efforts to control their passion, to resist the urge to disgrace themselves into the panties that were being held in the gloved hands of their nurses.

But it was a hopeless cause. As Verity and Sally-Jayne reached the peak of their slippery panty-kissing, the first signs of wetness showed on the tops of their silk-covered cocks: colourless to begin with, then turning white as more urgent surges of cum pushed their way through the gusset silk, until it was evident from their cries and from the increasing flow of white cum running down their panties that both the sissies were experiencing a long-drawn-out climax of beautiful, sissy-girl sweetness through kissing clitties together in their adorable pink panties.

Their pleasure was all that counted for Harry, Desmond and Vernon. They were indebted to their nurses for their attentions, as the three of them burst out with girly passion, squirting from their nurses gloves across the floor between their chairs and the start of the platform. It was a most satisfying climax, thanks to their nurses' expertise, followed by sticky latex fingers being pushed into their sissy mouths until they had licked every finger perfectly clean.

"It's easy to see what a sissy pervert you are, Harry White," said Mistress Cane with a scowl of contempt. "I think you belong on the platform, dressed as a little girl and showing other wankers what a panty-waist ex-male you are."

She meant this as an insult but also as a challenge, and her visitor was quick to fall in with her invitation. "Oh yes, yes please, Mistress Cane. Please can I join your Girling School?"

Neither of his partners wanted to be missed out. "Can I join too." "Please Ma'am, I want to be one of your girls, starting now - pleeeease!"

Sylvia Cane exchanged looks with her nurses. "What feeble little dick-heads sissy-boys are, girls," she said with a chuckle. "I suppose we'd better enrol all three, and they can join us tomorrow for cock training in girly panties, ready for sucking practice in the afternoon."

It wasn't clear whether this was quite what each of them wanted, but it was what was on offer, and before leaving the Sylvia Cane Girling School, they each signed up for a month of intensive sissification in the hands of the school's nurses.