. She is cutting her dresseswith a scissors."We could all hear the father shouting on the other side. He was saying toget rid of me, as I was making t...em all crazy. He hung up without evensaying goodbye.We all rushed to Fiona's bedroom. There was cloth everywhere. She had ascissors and was cutting all the clothes she had. There were shreds ofcloth everywhere. Her mother asked her what she was doing."Nanny got me clothes so I no longer need my old ones. Cory told us he isbeing reborn. So am I! I. "He wanted to know if you could shower him, babe?" Brian said to my wife."Dang, I've only just got dressed," she giggled.She finished her coffee and, kissed us both before heading upstairs."Do you need help?" Brian asked."You two could change his sheets for me," she replied, "while I'm in the bathroom with him."We followed her up the stairs to our father's room, as soon as she got there; she pulled off her heeled ankle boots and socks. She pulled off her black, turtle neck sweater and carefully. "Earth to Dad, it's your turn," I prodded after a few moments of silence on his part."My turn? Oh yeah," Dad said his voice a bit husky. "Truth or dare, Moppet?" Dare." Well, I can't have your sister sitting over there by herself. Off with the shorts, please," he instructed as he placed a pillow on his lap. Evidently seeing his daughters sans shorts was exciting to him. Standing up, I took off my shorts."Your turn, Dad. Truth or dare?" Dare, I guess. Lord, only knows what other questions that. But not atrue sissy. A real sissy wants all of the most feminine of items.Frills and lace and as far from masculinity as possible.Ms. Reynolds understood these things. She had dominated a pantie waisthusband and turned him into her willing and capable sissy maid. Shelearned first hand how valuable it is to totally feminize and removeALL vestiges of masculinity from the pansy. It was not only for his owngood but hers as well. She learned that the more domination andsissification that was heaped.