This was a nightmare. Kidnapped. No-one knew where I was, least of all Jenny. I was supposed to meet her under the town hall clock at seven, nearly a week ago now. She would be thinking I stood her up. What a disaster! Instead these damn nurses have made me dress up all the time, like this, in girls' panties and petticoats. I even wore stockings on my legs, and I was wearing high heels with sissy bows across my ankles, and a silk bow in my hair, for God's sake. And dresses like this! It had to be for a little girl!"

"Come with me, Susan," said Nurse Pantywell. "A nice lady wants to see you and Clare. You'd better make sure the two of you are on your very best behaviour."

My heart was all aflutter and my cock? Well, I'd had a hard-on most of the time I'd been here, what with wearing all those soft girly panties and petticoat frills. Clare was just as upset as I was: there were tears in his eyes. She took one of us in each hand and led us along the corridor of this frightful place, with sweet-smelling candles burning along both sides and girls' dresses on mannequins every two or three yards all the way. She took us into a sitting room, with deeply draped curtains in jade green and luxurious armchairs, and sitting in one of them was this middle-aged woman in a dark suit and wearing a little hat on greying hair done into a bun at the back.

"Here they are, Lady Desiree," said Nurse Pantywell. "Both these little girls are new to us in the past week. This one is Clare in the polka-dot dress."

"Lovely," said the woman. "I love sissy-boys in mauve dresses. Doesn't he suit a deep layer of petticoats? I've noticed how taut his panties are, drawn over that stretching sissy erection. Lovely!"

"He used to be Ken Wilkinson. We picked him up coming out of the airport in London, so of course he's a long way from there now. He's feeling overcome with femininity. And this other one is Susan. Mike Scenting, he used to be," she said turning to me with a smile. "He's finding it hard to take, too, and tends to start crying when he realizes he won't be going back to what he was before."

Her words bit deeply, reminding me about Jennifer and how we were going to be married. The tears well up in my eyes but I fought them back and stood there glumly as they talked about me. Luckily the woman concentrated on Ken Wilkinson.

"Let me feel this one's penis," she said, pulling the sleeves of her jacket up to her elbows and Nurse Pantywell held him still for her to reach under his petticoats and take his panties in her hands. "Mmm its nicely stiffened but still soft and delicate. He seems a natural sissy."

"Oh he is. He took to sissy panties straight away, creaming them whenever he was being dressed until we trained him to have more control."

"Can I try him with a spanking?" asked the woman.

"Of course you can. Let me spread this rubber apron over your suit and we can lay him face down across your lap."

In no time, Ken Wilkinson was spread across her knee with the back of his dress and petticoats neatly turned up so that the woman could pull his panties down to his knees. then she used her bare hand to smack and smack his buttocks until he burst into tears. I felt so sorry for him, especially when a glowing bloom spread across his bottom.

"You can tell he wants to become a panty-waist sissy, Lady Desiree, by the reaction of his penis whenever he knows we are about to dress him or change him. It's as if he can't wait to be fastened into a pretty dress."

"And is it the same for this other sissy?" wondered the woman. "Susan isn't it?"

Her gaze was so intense it worked instantly on my emotions and I began to sob as my tears ran down my cheeks.

"Oh Susan is a bit of a cry-baby," said Nurse Pantywell with a laugh. She moved me up close to Lady Desiree so that she could feed her fingers under my dress and find my penis with both hands.

"I love seeing sissies upset," she said, "and feeling delicate amongst the ladies. It generates female confidence and of course it's so amusing: the stronger sex, my eye, being shown up for the feeble sex that it is."

I stood docilely as she fondled me but looked down to avoid her gaze. Then she spoke to me.

"Susan dear, you look so like a girl for me. Tell me how you are feeling in this adorable rose pink silk dress you are wearing."

I looked around me, at the tiers of soft silk, all edged with an inch of lace, and girlish bows on the front adding to its prettiness. I don't know what came over me: it just burst out, but I told her: "It's my favourite dress, Lady Desiree. Do you like me in pink silk?"

I don't know who was more surprised: Lady Desiree, Nurse Pantywell or myself, but when I realised what I had said I burst out into even louder crying and stood pathetically in front of her as she released my panties and held either side of my face instead so that she could pull me towards her and plant a big, wet kiss on my lips. It stopped my crying, or at least silenced it, although I was still crying inside.

"How lovely!" she said, releasing my lips. "Yes my little pet, I DO like you in pink silk. What Lady wouldn't? I think I would like to feel the two of them and see what I think."

Nurse Pantywell wheeled forward a couple of single stem chairs with upholstered seats and made us both sit on them. She fitted another upholstered panel across the front of our legs up to our knees, then she pulled my hands back and gripped them somehow in strips of Velcro. I was stuck. She pulled on a lever and my legs went under me while my arms and head went back, so that my hips were thrust forward and there was nothing I could do about it.

"Oh that's wonderful!" said this Lady Desiree. "I have a kneeling chair at home too. I'll have to get a second so that I can have them sitting defencelessly on either side of me."

We found ourselves being wheeled into position, very close to Lady Desiree, one on either side, so that she could hold our panties without having to reach. "What are you g-going to d-d-do to me, sob - sob?" I begged, finding myself looking down my dress to where her hand closed on the pantied shape of my knob. "Well I'm going to practise playing with the penises of my little pansy-girls of course," she said.

"Of course the beauty of taking TWO sissies," said Nurse Pantywell, "is they can perform sissy-sex to amuse you."

Lady Desiree grinned and focussed her grip lower down my cock. "Oh I know," she said. "Prettily dressed sissy-girls, deliciously perfumed and in love with their dresses, kissing and cuddling with each other. I'm very much looking forward to that."