Übersetze den Text in gut leserliches deutsch: "Pansy cringed at the new name and also at going to Dr. Cane’s office. His cousin Sharon worked as the head nurse there and was exited about helping with the hormone therapy. Although an obstetrician/gynecologist, Dr. Cane had several sissy patients in various stages of transformation. Pansy knew the doctor enjoyed her work and was good at it. 
As Pansy and Aunt Cheryl drove towards the doctor’s office, Ms. Carson’s nephew, “Chrissy the Prissy Sissy Missy” (Chrissy, for short) was being prepped for his first meeting with his new boyfriend Percy. His mother, Helene pulled into the parking lot of the local strip mall and walked with her sissy son to the Cosmetic Center. 
Chrissy, just past his twent-third birthday, had on tight, red, Capri slacks, a white halter top, black, three-inch spike heeled sandals, and jangling charm bracelets. Underneath his pink hair net he wore his coppery red, shoulder length hair in large, baby blue curlers. His flame red nail polish was the only concession to make-up, as he would be having it applied at the Cosmetic Center, by his girlfriend Sadie. Actually, Sadie had a new boyfriend for the time being, Billy King, a college baseball player. 
As Chrissy sashayed to Sadie’s workstation, he dreaded the whole week in front of him. A makeover by Sadie, public humiliation as a sissy, housekeeping, sissy lessons in walking and talking, all capped off with a “getting to know you” date with a homosexual boy from the college ballet troupe, Percy. The sight of the sissy boy entering the store sent many ladies into hysterical laughter. 
“What can I do for you today Chrissy,” Sadie asked with a big grin. 
“Mother says that I should get a makeover. I need a new look for my date with this new boy who’s coming to the house this weekend. Whatever appearance you give me I have to practice all week,” the humiliated sissy answered. 
“A very wise choice, sugar. Here let me help you up on the high makeup stool honey. There we go. Ups a daisy! Good girl!” said the very amused Sadie. The dominant girl lavished cosmetics all over the sissy boy’s face, and soon he had a garish, overdone, almost hideous masque of makeup, covering his sad little face. 
Sadie stepped back so the boy could see, and she and his mother had a good chuckle. Sadie especially liked the Magic Mocha lipstick her ex-boyfriend now wore. The young man took on a look of shock and dismay. Sadie decided to “tone things down a bit.” 
By the time Chrissy was at the register paying for the makeover, and all the cosmetics his mother had made him purchase, he was presentable. He looked at all the feminine items in his basket, including the Burnt Crimson hair color, by Loreal, and wanted to burst into tears. 
Unfortunately, his flat chest, and his overdone sissy walk and mannerisms, told everyone he wasn’t a girl. The woman in front of him at the register asked Helene, “Is there some sort of fraternity initiation going on? I just came from Dr. Cane’s office and a young man was there dressed similar to your son. Oh excuse me. How rude. I only assumed he was your son,” the women said apologetically. 
“Oh, that’s quite all right. Yes, this is my son. No, there is no initiation. Possibly the boy at the office has the same probation officer as Chrissy. You see, Ms. Carson, the officer, disciplines her male charges by dressing them as sissy boys, or as girls. It’s quite effective,” Helene Porter answered. 
“You mean he’s being punished? She makes them all dress this garishly and ridiculous?” the woman began laughing as did the lady cashier, Ms. Helene, and Sadie, who had come to the front of the store, to spray Chrissy with perfume. Chrissy could only limp his wrist and giggle at his sorry plight. 
Pansy was actually faring slightly better at the doctor’s office. His cousin Sharon had been discreet when she came for him and had left the exam room while he changed into the smock he was given. The very, “politically correct” Lydia Cane swept into the room smiling, with Sharon in tow.  