Pretty in Pink: A Sissy’s Lesson in Grace and Gratitude

Lisa surveyed the room, an imperious smile playing across her full lips. The little sissy kneeling before her trembled, his pretty pink dress swishing around his slender thighs. She circled him slowly, heels clicking on the hardwood floor, drinking in his delicate features.

“Very nice, pet,” she purred, reaching out to pat his powdered cheek. “You do look fetching in pink, don’t you? Almost good enough to be seen in public.”

The sissy ducked his head, a blush staining his rouged cheeks. “Thank you, Mistress,” he breathed, unable to meet her piercing gaze.

Lisa tsked. “Chin up, darling. Let’s see that sweet face.” He obeyed instantly, holding himself open and presenting under her appraisal.

“Much better,” she said, trailing a finger down the column of his throat. “Now, let’s practice your curtsy, shall we? Feet together, knees bent, head bowed…and hold it.”

The sissy complied, quivering with the effort of maintaining the graceful pose. Lisa circled him again, correcting his posture with light touches and soothing words.

“Excellent,” she praised. “You’re learning, aren’t you? Becoming the perfect little lady.”

She pressed a hand between his shoulder blades. “Up, pet. Let’s have a word about your speech.”

Lisa patted the space beside her on the velvet chaise. “Come. Sit like a lady.”

“I am a sissy,” he repeated after her. And with each phrase, he softened more into the identity she gave him — feminine, graceful, obedient. Hers.

“Now, shall we have tea?”

Lisa watched as her pet prepared the tray with dainty care, served it with a curtsy, and sat cross-legged at her feet sipping rose-petal tea. She smiled fondly, stroking his hair.

“You’re perfect just as you are. My perfect little doll.”