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MY STORY 
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Chapter 9 : My first wig

Time passed and I celebrated my 21st birthday.
Since telling my Mistress that I want to look like a “Joyce”, she started to take an interest into feminizing me.
One day we went shopping and walked by a Carnival store, just for fun, we decided to check it out. They had a lot of funny items, but my Mistress took more interest in the different colors of wigs they had. She found a long black one and said very loud, enough so I knew others heard, 
“This one would fit you; don't you think?”
I turned red and looked around, I saw people looking at us but as soon as I looked at them, they continued with their own business. I felt humiliated, it turned me on. I could feel my small dick growing, just to push against the walls of the cage it was in, turning me on even more. Mistress snapped her fingers, and asked the question again. “What do you think baby?” I looked 
at it and said, “It's beautiful.” purposely trying to avoid saying ‘Mistress’ because the people around us where listening.
She took it off the shelf and we walked by some outfits. There was a cute Snow White costume, some French maid costumes, Alice in Wonderland costumes and so on.
Mistress laughed and took a Snow White costume. We paid, and continued our shopping day. When we got home, she was very excited to have me try on the costume, and to be honest so was I. I wanted to feel pretty. So, we unpacked the wig and costume, I took them with me to the 
bathroom and put them on. I looked in the mirror and I felt ridiculous.
“I don't look like a girl at all.” I thought.
The wig was very cheap and the costume looked nicer on the hot girl wearing it on the package. You could see my broad shoulders and thicker arms in it, it didn't look feminine at all. I hated it. 
Mistress yelled to me to come out and show her, I remember yelling back, “I won't do it, that it looks stupid.” She opened the bathroom door.
She looked at me and she started laughing so hard. She couldn’t stop laughing. She took her phone and started to take pictures, which turned me on.
She told me to lift up my skirt and show her my locked up small little penis. And she took another picture as she kept laughing. The wig didn't look like girl hair at all, and the outfit was really bad. My Mistress noticed how disappointed I was, so that same evening she was on her laptop and 
called me over to her. She showed me a page of a store that sold real wigs, and even better, you can even go and fit them there. On the bottom of their page was a phone number. She picked up her phone and called them. A guy picked up the phone on the other side. She 
actually said, “Hi, I would like to make an appointment, my sissy boyfriend would like to buy a wig.” My eyes opened in fear. I did some hand gestures that basically said to stop, that I don't want that. But she smiled and kept talking. She made the appointment for the next day.
Before we went to bed that night, she said, “Joyce, tomorrow you are going to wear your Snow White costume, and your cheap black wig, so the guy can help you better.” My heart sank, I knew she meant it, and I knew that anything she said was going to happen. I had no choice, and fighting the idea or begging to not make me go like that was useless. So, I bowed my head and said, “Yes 
mistress.”