Message-ID: <29733asstr$986663401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <3AB229B9.81F49C30@midnightx.com> From: tjr X-Accept-Language: en Subject: {ASSM} Sissy Search Club (ch1) X-Original-Subject: story submittal Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2001 13:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin <1st attachment, "drkwansisy.txt" begin> The following story is the property of Mid-Prod Com. This story is fiction and contains sexual content. If you are not of legal age in the state you live in to view such material or are offended by such material please do not read this story. No reprint without permission. Copyright Mid-Prod Com Mar 15, 2001 Comments to webmaster@midnightx.com Sissy Search Club (ch1) TJR www.Midnightx.Com/ Illustrated Femdom/fetish stories (Author's note: There are three roommate services in NYC's Greenwich Village area alone, one free for blackowned white females. All have a sissy category and ties with over a hundred listed sissy training feminization pro and amateur dommes they exchange referrals from. This is one boy's story.) *NYC Midtown, 1997* I had no idea when I got a job at the alternative newspaper StreetScene that I'd end up what's called in this city a 'token white boy'. But anyway, last year when I was writing my usual column 'Date Doctor', which I was hired to do for the usual minimum journalism wage after the previous Date Doctor got sick and had to leave; I was digging into all the usual and unusual ways guys and girls or whatever hooked up in the Big Apple I was the new Date Doctor, which is funny and pathetic. I'm a nerdy, thin, averaged sized guy who could stand out in front of a club for a year before security would let me in. I hadn't had a date in six months. What made it worse was there were tons of hot babes in this city, even in the building where StreetScene had its office, sharing it with advertising agencies. When I told a girl at a bar I was the Date Doctor while I sat besides her at the bar after work and saw she was reading the latest edition, I figured it would make a passable opening line. But instead of impressing her she laughed so hard she told me she would buy me a drink after she spilled her own, dribbling some into the fabulous cleavage I had noticed from the other end of the bar. Then when she was calling her equally luscious girlfriends over to see me, I made an excuse to go to the rest room and took a side exit. Since then Iv'e been under deep cover. When I have to interview someone I say I'm just a reporter working for the paper or pretend to use the club or whatever as a prospective member.. So the latest thing in the City was roommate search businesses. Some free, some just bulletin boards. This is a big deal in a rent controlled town where a few people live in palaces for the same rent they paid in 1947 and the rest of us chip in to share a modified walk-in closet in the Village for 3 thousand a month. That's right, a tiny 2 bedroom in the Village easily goes for 3 grand a month. So roommates is how we make due. I interviewed straight, gay, leather, tv, non smoking, party animal roommate searches, wrote columns on them, and finally found this latest one, a fast rising business that a straight news channel featured the previous night, so my editor told me to do an exclusive on them. I stood in front of the brownstone on Queens and realized it was a sorority house, and a basement apartment was the office of the Sissy Search Club. For most of my interviews I pretended to be in the scene, and I thought ruefully I could pass for this one. The foyer had a middle aged woman as a secretary, who smiled at me, and handed me a typical application, name, job, salary etc, and signed the important part that I agreed to pay 150$ if i found a roommate thru their service. I thought that was kind of steep, but signed it anyway. Then I got motioned into another room where a real cute girl was on the phone. She was beautiful, young, big breasted, dark haired, and giggled when she saw me and motioned me to sit on a wood chair. "Oh, well, darling, I have to go, yes,(giggle), another one, no, I'm not sure," she said, then looking at me, and added "well, yes, I guess so(giggle)" Hanging up, and she smiled, "Hi there, wev'e been getting just tons of calls from that news program, is that where you heard about us?" I lied and nodded. "Super, so you know what we do. My roommate at the Delta Sorority upstairs started this just last semester and wev'e gotten so busy. It just started as a joke but it's turned out to be a valuable service. I mean how many roommate searches are there for girls who date black?" I was surprised at the question, so I gave a shrug, buying time. I wasn't black, so it didn't make a lot of sense. "But when a post grad girl told us how she had used a roommate service to find a white sissyboy roommate and solved her problems that way, we figured we could do just as good a job or better. This way a girl like us doesn't have to put up with cheap, lazy manstealing female roommates or guys who will get jealous and hit on her all the time. It's a perfect solution all around." "Um, of course," I replied. "We girls who have gone black you know, can't have a regular roommate.And we sure can't have our boyfriends move in unless we want to go broke in a hurry. When I graduate and move into Manhattan I plan on using the service myself." "Oh, that's um, rather convenient, I'm sure." "So," she smiled, taking out a pad, "just a few questions. I suppose youv'e had a girlfriend who's gone black of course? I mean that's usually what starts every guy on this scene." "Oh, um, of course," I said, and in fact that was uncomfortably true. In college I dated a pretty coed named Sally who left me for a big black stud on the basketball team. Afterwards she mentioned she would like to stay 'friends' with me, which meant my picking up dinners for her without anything else between us. It got a little kinky and I was afraid I was getting into it, and besides I really wanted my own girlfriend for just myself so I eventually broke it off, if you can call it that.. "So, um, what type of sissy would you describe yourself as?" "Well, um," drawing a blank, "ah, the usual kind, I guess." She giggled, "your'e not shy a little? I mean do you crossdress or wear panties? Do you provide maid service? Do you do the token whiteboy dates?" I was trying to not be shocked, but that last one had me puzzled. She must have seen my expression and she explained that some girls needed a token white boy to show to parents when they came into the city or for other social functions.. I just sort of nodded through that, and then got stunned by the next set. "Are you bi or gay and do you provide sex for your roommate's black boyfriends on demand?" I must have been openmouthed because she hastily added that was part of the screening program. "And, we also use a health testing service we recommend to all clients," she added, probably for insurance reasons. I think I shook my head and she smiled and wrote it down. "And do you think you pass for a doubledate? That's a crossdresser who can pass as a girl. Some girls have black boyfriends who have buddies and they can't be seen with a male, so he has to be able to pass." "Um, no," I said, stunned. "I really haven't, um, done that." "Really," she said, "Oh, I think your'e being too hard on yourself, sir. You have the right shape and tone. With hair and makeup and a nice outfit I know a girl who would have you passing in no time." I shook my head, reddening, because this fox just told me I was so wimpy looking I could make a nice looking girl. "Okay, not sure about that last one then. Do you have any expectations at all from your roommate? Like expect to provide oral cleaning for her after her date? We hear that from guys all the time." Stunned, I just sat there, again trying to shut my mouth, although watching her perfect body in her low cut blouse and her question was giving me a visual that was making my little hardon run the wrong way down my thigh. I think she kind of knew I was headspinning over that and maybe it was striking a chord of my old relationship with Sally. She smiled and added, "I suggest to all the sissies that it's much better not to say you expect any favors at all. The girls who use our service really are put off when a guy gives the wrong type signals. They already are dealing with a pushy black male and they don't want to add any complications. It's up to you, but the best roommate relationships are when the sissy is very flexible and not assertive or at all pushy." I could only nod, agreeing and she noted it. "Do you have any pictures we can post or would you like to videotape?" I had done lots of these when I was doing a column on dating services and had a bunch of copies made of me in Central Park that I thought was a decent snapshot. She took it and looked it over without too much enthusiasm. "Um, do you really want to use this?" "Well, ah, what do you suggest?" "Well, sir," she smiled, "if you really want to be, competitive, I would suggest the full packet. Dressed and nude, in a dress, in panties and something like a French Maid costume." I realized then I must have nodded to the crossdressing question and now it would be awkward to say that was wrong. "Um, well I will have to think about that." "Sure, I understand, and you have a recent bloodtest and HIV- report to post of course." I said of course, handing over a copy, most dating services require them, but this was my first request from a roommate search firm. "Great," she said, clipping it to the application, "and do you wear a buttplug, and if so, what size?" Again I was speechless. "Um, usual I guess." The response puzzled her and I knew she wanted to ask me why I didn't know the size, but she shrugged and wrote something down. Prepared by that last one I confidently answered negative to similar questions about cock and nipple rings, chastity belts, and tongue studs and breast implants. That last bit she just looked at me, smiled, and said no. Finally, that bit was over and I knew I wasn't prepared to answer all that stuff right, but she seemed to accept it. I was a customer after all, even though I might have struck a wrong note in a few spots. This interview wasn't going all that great, plus I hadn't actually got enough for a column yet either; all I did was answer questions, not ask them. And I was getting more curious all the time now to see the other side of roommate searches, the girls who wanted white sissy roommates. Anyway, this lady gave me a membership form, sliding it over her desk. "Well, to give you an idea what most of our clients do, why don't you use your membership ID and check out our website later? You might want to, um, modify your file later." I knew she was strongly hinting I should, and it was a business for her after all. So, an hour later back at the StreetScene office I checked out the website, logged in as a member and it took, and immediately went to the personals. A page of thumbnails of unexpectedly attractive women, most pretty young. Too pretty to be real, but one was gorgeous so I clicked on it, looking around to see if anyone was watching. I mean this was my job but people can get the wrong idea walking by. A voluptuous blonde, mid twenties, and yes, she was an ex member of the same sorority. I wondered how many coeds were in this club. Big firm breasts, low cut blouse. What was super hot was her bio. She was taking courses at the U, but also worked as a receptionist at an ad agency, trying to get into modelling and acting. Had some commercial work so far is all. Had a photo of her boyfriend also in the background, a big muscular brute with a big white grin and a pouch you could see from here. What she wanted in a roommate, she said in a rich contralto voice as I listened to her recorded message with the headphones on, was, "ideally, a sweet young sissyboy who knows what to do. Works days like I do so he could be available for maid service when I entertain. Can afford half the rent, on time. Maybe twice a year be my token white boy," she added with a giggle, "when my father visits." There she paused, half blushing, and looked at a piece of paper she was using as a script. "I haven't done this before but several girlfriends recommended it. I did have a roommate sissy for almost a year who got transferred overseas two months ago. Um, I did use a cane sometimes, but that was all agreed on up front, and Tyrone, um, my boyfriend, played some, um, other games sometimes. My ex um(smile) sissy was passable and I did enjoy doubledating sometimes when Tyrone had a friend who was interested. Of course ideally I would like someone with experience, but for the right sissyboy, I could adjust I suppose. Um, I'm planning on moving to Queens in a month so I'd really like to find a roommate by then, but if I don't, well, that's life I guess. So," she smiled, showing brilliant teeth, "I guess that's it. Um, contact me with your packet, um, bye." She was so cute sounding, and then when I opened her bio, I got rock hard by a shot of her in a string bikini taken at some tropical resort, and I did notice a muscular black stud sitting besides her, a python and twin grapefruits in a bathing suit. She was drop dead gorgeous. I hurriedly shut the thing off as my editor walked by, but for some reason saved her email and bookmarked her page. .....* <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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