A Picture Perfect Sissy

Jason had heard Karen and Sue talking about his special shoot amongst themselves and to various visitors to the studio for several days. But there was always something else to think about so he didn't fret too much over it. On this particular morning, however, Jason came into the studio feeling quite uneasy. He was dressed all in white: panties, stockings, corset, and baby-doll nightie. He was wearing his big platform white plastic sissy sandals and a white satin choker collar. His hair was teased up and finished with several pretty white satin ribbons. Jason wasn't exactly sure why he felt uneasy; he'd been dressed in similar outfits before. Perhaps it was the many enemas Sue had administered to him that morning, or the insinuating comments she'd made while watching his discomfort as she filled his insides with warm sudsy water.

Whatever uneasiness Jason felt was confirmed and compounded when he entered the studio. The lights seemed much bright, a bed dominated the set, and above it hung a a boom microphone. Jason noticed that a videocamera had replaced Karen's usual equipment on the tripod. Even more unsettling, standing on the other side of the room, behind Karen, were Taneesha and Jason's ex-wife Catherine. Leading Jason up onto to the bed, and abandoning him there, Sue took her place with the other women, presumably to watch the show.

Nervous and bewildered, Jason looked expectantly to Karen for a cue. After several more moments of checking the camera, Karen looked up and smiled.

"A little something different today Holly, sweetums. I've decided you're ready for the big time: film." Karen savored the expression of shock on Jason's face, but only for a moment, before going on. "Photo spreads are fine, but a girl of your special talents should really be doing something more…umm…demanding, not to mention lucrative. I think the audience would like to see and hear what a hot sissy slut like you can do in action."

Jason had no preparation or direction for what was to come next.