Proud To Be A Sissy Chapter 2

I went up to my room to change remembering the panties Mr. Clark had given me and his instructions on wearing them when I came over next. They were dry and smell cleaned. Without thinking I slipped them on, realizing how much better they felt against my skin than my boy underwear. Then grabbed some old clothes and left the house without hearing or seeing my mother.

I knocked on Mr. Clark's door twice before he answered, standing there wrapped in a towel soaking wet with an angry look on his face.

"What the hell do you want," he roared, before he saw me and then grinned, "Get in here and close the door."

"I'm surprised to see you back so soon," he said turning to walk away, "Follow me, we're going to set some grounds rule right here and now."

He led me to the kitchen and stopped by the back door to point at a hook on the wall." See That?"

"Yes." I replied.

"Yes what? He growled.

"Yes daddy." I said.

"Good," he smiled, "Nice to know you ain't a totally stupid sissy. From now on, you come in here. Don't bother knocking, just come and take off those ugly boy things you got on and hang em' here."

"Yes daddy." I replied.

He stared at me a moment before yelling, "What are waiting for, get em' off you dumb bitch."

I started to pull the clothes from my body as he leaned against the door leering at me. I suddenly felt nervous and a little ashamed standing in front of him in the pink panties from the day before. I kind of felt good about though feely my little penis become excited and hard as Mr. Clark's eyes traveled up and down my body.

"Glad to see you listened." He grinned, "Now go off and get dressed proper. I found a few things I thought you might like to try on and an old magazine that might help do yourself up a bit better."

"Just don't be all day about it," He said over his shoulder walking away, "I gotta' finish my shower, I'll be waiting in my chair for you."