A Picture Perfect Sissy

That he had been "corrected," in some way. He wasn't sure, exactly, in what way he had been helped to see the error of his past life. He knew, though, that he had fallen helplessly in thrall with his one-time favorite model and that Karen had slowly helped him to realize his true nature. Under years of cultural conditioning, he was a sissy, and even though society looked down on him for that, it was silly to deny what—and who—he really was.

He never suspected a thing, Karen liked to say. To him, she was just another struggling pretty face. It never occurred to him that she might be a member of Project Harpy, a radical feminist group dedicated to the sissifying of the majority of the male population. With the vast financial resources at Project Harpy's disposal, a new technology had been developed for helping the average male's natural tendency to sissyhood along. It was a beautiful thing to consider, really: all the inheritances from the estates of dead husbands, all the divorce settlements…women had enormous wealth and from that capital most were willing to make generous donations, sick and tired as they were, of weak men and all their stupidities. Add to that all the revenue generated from a new porn industry using already captured sissies, and Project Harpy could project a 37% national sissification rate in the next four years. Jason's wife, Catherine, had been easily enough converted to PH's cause.

Jason always despaired a little at the mention of his ex-wife's name. He always tried not to show it, but he always failed. Karen, Taneesha, and Sue laughed now as they saw him blush to the tips of his pink painted toenails when Karen announced that Catherine would stop by the next day during the bondage shoot. He was sent out of the room for more drinks shortly thereafter and so didn't hear Taneesha volunteer some friends of hers for a very special shoot that Karen was planning. Karen wanted that particular shoot to be a surprise for Jason.