Dance of the Sissies

In a World like it should be . . .

Steven and Phillip glanced across the conference table for the 50th time since the meeting had started. Everyone else was so involved in how to handle the upcoming and updated storefronts for the chain . . . no one noticed how odd they were acting.

It’s ten minutes till Noon so they had to move now or not at all! Each of them plopped their makeup on the table and quickly did their purple eye shadow and brightest possible red lipstick . . . yet still no one said or did anything?

When they flipped on their wigs . . . not a single peep was uttered from the crowd of uptight suits surrounding them? Their wigs were close to the same style . . . just a variance in the color. Steven liked blonder blonde, while Phillip was a dirty blonde kind of Sissy.

With only five minutes left to go, they both stood and removed every shred of clothing beyond their tight, shiny, golden thongs with a holographic glow to them! Their cock and balls were packed extra tight and ready to dance!

“There’s talks of adding three more locations within the City limits and close to a dozen on the outskirts,” said Stan as he pointed to the map on the wall. “I would like to see those as just being the beginning of where we can go if we play our cards right.”

60 seconds to go and they both quickly slip their feet into the deep gold sparkled stilettos with six inch heals. Phillips didn’t fit his feet as well as Stevens did . . . but it was worth the pain to finally be his true self around his co-workers . . .

Climbing onto the conference table just in time before the fully planned Noon Dance of the Sissies! Stan, seeing them on the table in nothing but thongs, heels, make up and wigs . . . says, “Guys . . . be a little respectful of Steven and Phillip and move your laptops and Starbucks out of the way. Looks like they need some room.”

The Sissies started their Dance . . . with way more space then expected, thanks to Stan and everyone else making room? Steven and Phillip were scratching their heads like crazy!

Not because of their itchy wigs . . . but because they truly expected to be marched out of this Meeting and their Jobs and this building for simply being themselves? But it just wasn’t happening?

They couldn’t be more confused by what was going on . . . as they danced to a quiet room . . . like a comedian with zero laughs. The Sissies were the uncomfortable ones here . . . not everyone else who continue to discuss business as if nothing out of the ordinary is happing at all!

Joe flips through his playlist and goes with ‘Girl on Fire’ by Alicia Keys extra loud! Then oddly, goes right back to discussing having optional entrances on each storefront, “You know . . . so we can set the theme before the shoppers even get inside.”

“Brilliant!” Touts Stan, “I Love It!”

Song two on Joe’s playlist of choice, ‘Man I Feel Like a Woman’ by Shania! The tight golden pouch swaying by Steven and Phillip was intense! Every so often, the sunlight would find its way to Phillips tight holographic package causing the beams reflecting off to look like they hit a mirror ball!

“Swing that thing!” Yelled Jeff, between his accounting edits, to the financial plans, behind the store expansions. “You too Steven! See if you can make some golden beams also!”

Out the windows and across to the other buildings . . . at least two dozen other Dances of Sissies are in full swing. They all started at Noon . . . exactly as planned. The expectation was utter disgust, firings or even worse from everyone around. Are they dreaming?

The conference room door swings open hard and fast as the CEO stomps in to ‘I’m Coming Out’ by Diana Ross! He was stepping in time to the beat, looked up at the Sissies and said, “Get off that table right now and follow me!”

In the doorway behind the CEO, they could see two Security Guards holding boxes full of stuff from their offices. “Well at least we danced all the way through Shania . . . so they can’t ever take that away from us.” said Phillip.

Steven added, “I’m proud of us no matter what happens. I was afraid we’d chicken out.”

Following directly behind the CEO, the sounds of claps, hoots and hollers followed them out of the conference room. “Good Luck!” screamed Stan.

Behind them, were the Security Guards carrying their stuff and whispering between themselves. Steven whispers to Phillip, “Rude behind our back comments . . . just as I expected.”

With heads down, they quietly followed the CEO into a large and full of light corner office. Between the air conditioning being on high and only wearing thongs, the Sissy’s nipples couldn’t be more erect!

They patiently wait to be fired by the CEO. This must be extra bad, because the CEO never has to deal with this type of task! Firing the little guys and or gals . . . is a job for Middle Management to handle . . .

“So I really hope you two free thinkers don’t mind sharing an office for a bit? Frank in the opposite corner isn’t looking too well . . . and . . . I’m guessing we’ll have that other office opening up pretty soon.”

One Security Guard blows a horn and tosses confetti as the other one says, “We agreed in the hallway that I’d get to toss the confetti!”

The CEO adds, “Get over it already Tom! Why don’t you open their champagne? I’m betting you two are pretty thirsty after all that dancing? Am I right?”

At the exact same moment, the two Sissies turn face-to-face and hard pinch each other’s “Am I Dreaming Testers” aka, very erect nipples!

“You two aren’t dreaming.” Explains the CEO. “Did you notice in that meeting you just left, that everyone in there not only was wearing the same suits, but also the same ties, same hair styles and same cologne?”

They both noticed, but didn’t want to mention. “Well how the hell are we to get any truly unique ideas from a group of cookie cutter businessmen? You two stand out! And don’t think I didn’t notice the difference in your hair colors. Even though you’re a pair, you still have individual preferences, thoughts, ideas!”

Looking out their new corner office window, they see at least a dozen other Sissies getting their own corner offices? Steven finally can’t take it any more! “Excuse me? I need to ask? What the hell is happening here?”

The CEO replies, “What should have happened many years ago boy! Or girl? Or . . . ?”

“Sissy is fine Sir . . . just Sissy.”

“As part of your promotions, I’m doubling your salaries and getting both of you company cars!” happily adds the CEO

“Excuse me Sir?” Questions Phillip. “Does everyone else in this position get company cars and that large of salary?”

“No . . . they don’t . . . but you two are special!” says the CEO.

Steven jumps back in, “Sir, we respectfully decline the cars and only want to be paid the same as anyone else with this position.”

Phillip add, “Being treated the same is all we’ve ever wanted . . . but we’ll for sure take the corner offices!”

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The Sissies very first thing accomplished with their new positions, was helping with the final decisions on the storefronts. They build off of Joe’s suggestion of setting the theme before the shoppers even get inside . . .

Each new storefront consisted of three entrances. On the left, above the door, it read: [MEN]. On the right, it read: [WOMEN]. Lastly in the middle, the sign read: [LGBTQIA_______] with space at the end if any more letters are ever needed.

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I truly hope you enjoyed your few minutes In a World like it should be . . .

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