Book Excerpt for Sissy White Baby Angel

Sissy White Baby Angel -- Extract

Wendy

Born With the Devil in Him * Released From the State School * The Lion Tamer * A Promise to Bring Out His Inner Angel * Looking for a Blackmail Angle * Drugged and Headed Upstairs * Trouble He Can't Handle * Angel Making Time * In Angel Panties * Prettifying the New Angel * Frilly White Ruffled Angel Dress * Sissy Angel's Virginity Deflowered * Reversing Her Potty Training * Wetting Her Panties With Naughty Juice * Happy Days and Happier Nights * Police 'Investigation' * Auctioned Off * They Watch Her Squirt Naughty Juice

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His red and black boxer shorts off, Jeanine gathered up all his clothes -- including the wallet with his ID and money still in his pants pocket -- and threw them all down a chute.

"Now they're being incinerated in the basement," she said. "You're now as naked and helpless as the day you were born."

One part of Big Joey's mind knew he should be horrified, but the rest of him was as walled off from fear as if he'd smoked all the crack he could. Part of him wondered what was happening, but the rest of him didn't care.

Just so he could be here with Jeanine, pleasing her, doing whatever she wanted.

That was all that felt important -- pleasing Jeanine any way he could.

It just felt sooooo good.

"Just so you know," Jeanine said. "You're under the influence of a powerful drug I made especially for my business. First of all, it makes you totally submissive to me. You have no more willpower. You will do whatever I tell you to do, and you will love it."

Big Joey felt his eyes open wide, but he couldn't move.

"Secondly, it opens up your feelings. It makes you feel good like lots of drugs do, but it also opens up and reprograms your sexuality. So from now on, whatever I do is going to turn you on. And for the rest of your life, that is the only way you can be turned on and have sex.

"I could make you gay if had a man here. Or a zoophile if I had any animals here." She paused.

"But that's not what my business is."

What IS your business? he wondered but could not say.

"Come on, you stink too." She led him into a large bathroom, into a large stand up shower stall, then turned on the hot water and proceeded to scrub him down with a harsh brush and a weird smelling soap.

Below long, Big Joey noticed the soap rinsed off him carried not only dirt and flecks of skin, but his body hair as well, including the roots so it would never grow back. As Jeanine continued to scrub and rinse, he lost the hair on his chest, hair, arms, armpits, back, and groin.

Then Jeanine put this special soap on his throat, neck and cheeks, and under his nose, so soon he knew he would never shave again.

But right now that seemed like a minor thing. He left the shower stall with no other body hair either except his eyelids and eyelashes.

"That's a lot better," Jeanine said as she dusted him with talcum powder. "A pretty little angel shouldn't smell like an icky big bad boy."

She led him out to the main room, and finally flicked on the light.

Big Joey blinked, then gasped. It was the room of a little girl. It was like his little sister's room at home, only a hundred more times expensive and feminine. The walls were pink and white, the shag carpeting a pale pink.

And at one end was a canopy bed of all ruffled white, with a spot track light centered on it, keeping the rest of the room in partial shadow. Just like in church, when sometimes the light was on the preacher giving the sermon, sometimes on a soloist in the choir and sometimes just on the cross.

"Here's your new home," Jeanine said. "I know you're going to like it, because you have no choice."

All the pink and the ruffles in the room vibrated in powerful waves that swept through Big Joey's heart so he was reprogrammed to experience and identify with the femininity they represented.

He trembled.

"Come, my soon to be sweet little pretty angel."