Time to go by Tiffany

"Rule number 2: No more going by John, it's time to stick by your true name...Tiffany. Also under number two is that you now have to refer to yourself in the feminine. You are not a man, you really never have been, it's time to accept that." Crystal ordered.

Tiffany nodded her head and allowed Crystal to continue.

"Tell me your name."

"I...I'm Tiffany." She said.

"...and what are you?" Crystal asked.

"I'm a Sissy!" Tiffany proclaimed, proudly.

"Good girl!" Crystal responded, stroking Tiffany's butt. "Now rules three and four are going require going out to get some things, so let's get you ready for that."

Tiffany's stomach dropped when she heard that, but Crystal re-assured her that Tiffany would be unrecognizable.

"Unless of course you want to be recognized?" She wondered. To which Tiffany shook her head.

"No, you sure?" Crystal confirmed. "Okay, I think that will be further down the line."

With towels around their torsos, they walked arm in arm, down to Tiffany's Parent's room. Crystal marched them both over to the full length mirror and quickly pulled away Tiffany's towel. Initially, Tiffany was shocked and covered herself up, but then she took in the sight of her form in the mirror. Her hair was messy, light brown, and pretty short. Her features, while still more masculine than feminine, were softer and more androgynous then Tiffany recalled. Whether it had always been that way, or if she was looking at it in a new light from the hypno videos, she noticed that her eyes were large, and bright blue. Her nose thin, almost too thin to ever be a man's nose. Her lips were also far too full to belong on a man.

Likewise her narrow shoulders framed her overall petite torso, including her trim waist. She had no bust to speak of, but without her, admittedly, thin chest hair it almost looked like she could just have a super under-developed chest. The illusion of this girl in the mirror was only slightly warped by the enlarged clit between her legs, but Tiffany ignored that and turned to the side to admire her surprisingly well formed bubble butt. She stared at both sides of her butt for a while, before she continued down and admired her thin, but athletic legs. In her old identity, Tiffany had always been small (only 5'6), but did her best to ignore that. Now she was embracing her short and slim frame.

Tiffany finally stopped checking herself out, when Crystal returned with some clothing for her to try on. She wasn't sure where Crystal had found this skirt, but she knew she had never seen her Mother wearing it.

"Where did you find this?" Tiffany asked.

"Buried in your Mom's closet, I think it must've been part of a Halloween outfit." Crystal responded.

Tiffany picked up the tight, grey pencil skirt and held it up against her waist to see if it would fit.

"It might be tight, but I think it'll fit." Crystal said, as she threw a red, crop top at Tiffany.

Crystal walked over holding the thong that Tiffany had been wearing and a pair of wedge sandals. She helped Tiffany pull the thong on and made sure to pull it taut enough that her clit was well tucked away. As Tiffany pulled the skirt on, Crystal walked off to find a bra and something subtle to stuff it with. She was pleased to find that the skirt worked very well as a high-waisted skirt and that it ended around her mid-thigh.

"That looks great!" Crystal commented, carrying some balled up socks and a box of tissues. "Smart, but just slutty enough to draw a lot of looks to your legs!"

Crystal helped Tiffany put her bra on and proceeded to lightly stuff it, until it looked like there were a firm pair of B cup breasts under her crop-top. Tiffany could barely take her eyes off the mirror long enough to step into the wedge sandals that Crystal had picked out. Stepping back, Crystal took in the whole picture of Tiffany.

"Wow, I think if we put some make-up on you'll be ready to break some hearts out there!" She exclaimed.

Without missing a beat, Crystal directed Tiffany over to her Mother's makeup table and sat her down in front of the mirror.

Crystal removed the wedge sandals and started with a smooth coat of pink nail polish on Tiffany's fingers and toes. While that dried, she moved onto Tiffany's face. Starting with a fair concealer, Crystal moved on to some foundation, blush, eye liner, mascara, and ended with a bright red lipstick. When she finally moved out of the way, Tiffany was shocked at her reflection.

"Is that me?" Tiffany wondered out loud.

"You bet, bitch! Damn fine work, if I say so myself." Crystal boasted.

While Tiffany drank in her reflection, Crystal got behind her and started styling her hair. When she was finished, it looked like Tiffany had a styled pixie cut. Putting the wedge sandals back on the look was complete and Tiffany was again in awe of Crystal's work.

"Girl, you look great!" Crystal said. "I think it's time to go out, show off a bit, and proceed to the next rules."