HAPTER 1: BEGINNINGS

I ran my house a certain way. After all, I was the man of the house.
My girlfriend did she what she was told or she paid the consequences. There were rules and the rules had to be followed.
Then everything changed. I changed. Here’s my story.

I had had a horrible day at work. Once again. I was never really happy there, but it paid the bills. I worked with a bunch of frigging idiots. Who was I to give a shit as to whether or not the people I worked with liked me or not. If they didn’t like me, they could go fuck themselves.
Someone I worked with once told me that I suffered from “small dog syndrome.”
“Smaller dogs” they explained, “were usually nastier and meaner then normal-sized or larger breeds.”
I told them what they could do with their theory.
Ok. I was only 5’4″ and weighed about 138 pounds, but I was hitting the gym and working out 4 times a week. I was mean, alright, and I would kick anybody’s ass who got in my way or gave me any shit.
All I was thinking about was getting home, having a drink, and nailing my no-good lazy girlfriend, who had better have had dinner on the table. Maybe I would make her wear the little school uniform I had bought her. Make her put her hair in pigtails and suck her thumb right before I spanked her ass as she squirmed in my lap.
THAT was the way it was in my house.
If she misbehaved or stepped out of line, she got spanked like a bad little girl. And boy could she act the part! And the clothes I had ordered for her companies I had found on the internet only added to her humiliation.
She had a school uniform like the ones worn by Catholic school girls. A little plaid skirt and white blouse, saddles shoes and knee socks. And she had to wear her hair in pigtails. THAT was the rule! It not only made her look years younger, but it did something to that ego of hers. Tracie had a mouth on her and could back-talk if she wanted, but as soon as her hair was in pigtails with big ribbons and she was wearing her little Strawberry Shortcake panties she became as docile as a lamb.
Tracie also had a little party dress. It looked like something a 10 year old girl would wear to a birthday party. It came with ruffled panties, little lacy socks and little black buckle shoes. She looked like she was about 5 years in that outfit, especially when she sucked her thumb.
She even had a girl scout uniform. An actual girl scout uniform with the sash and little beret.
I threatened once to make her go around our neighborhood, knock on peoples’ doors and sell them cookies. I never made her do it, but the uniform was there. As was the threat.
She looked hot in those juvenile outfits! Not that I was a pedophile or anything. It just made her very submissive and that is how I like my women.
I would spank her and tell her how bad she was and then I would fuck her. Then I would have a few drinks and go to bed.
As I pulled into my driveway that fateful day, however, I noticed a strange car in my driveway.
Whose sportscar was that?! God****it!
Tracie knew she was’nt supposed to have any friends over! ****it! Was she ever going to get it good! I would throw her over my knee, maybe even in front of her friend, throw up her skirt, rip down her panties, and spank her ass but good! I might even use a hairbrush this time!
With a full head of steam I rushed into the house and low and behold! There was Tracie standing at the door to meet me. She was wearing a negligee and her make-up was messed up. She was sipping a glass of wine and had a look in her eyes I did not recognize.
And she smelled like sex!
Oh man was she ever gonna get it!
I was about to scream at her to get into the spare bedroom and wait for her spanking, but Tracie spoke first.
“About time you got your ass home.”
I tried to speak but she cut me off, “Shut up. Don’t say a word. Just get into the den-NOW!”
I was shocked. Tracie had never shouted at me before. She must have finally snapped. I stormed into the den, preparing to pound her ass good, but when I stepped into the wood-paneled room, I stopped dead in my tracks.
There, sitting in my leather chair, was the biggest black man I had ever seen. He had to have been 6’5″ and built like a freight train. He was sipping my scotch and he was naked.
My eyes trailed down his washboard stomach to the monstrous black snake that hung between his legs. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen. And with my eyes on it, it twitched a little.
Tracie walked over to the man and sat on the arm of the chair.
He put his large black hand on her ass, never taking his eyes off of me, and spoke.
“You were right, baby. He is a scrawny little thing.”
I tried to say something but he interupted.
“You just keep that pretty little mouth of yours, shut. Don’t dare say a word. You sure he’s a man? I mean, he has got something hanging between his legs, hasn’t he?”
I wasn’t about to listen to this fucking-I shouted back, “Who the fuck do you think…”
THAT was all I was to get out.
The black giant charged me like a linebacker and tackled me. It knocked the wind out of me and he effortlessly picked me up and dragged me to couch.
Sitting down, he stood me in front of him.
“You didn’t listen, you little bitch. I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY ONE WORD, and now you are going to have to suffer the consequences for disobeying me!”
Disobeying him? Who the fuck did this guy think he was? My daddy?
“Now, I want you to be a good little bitch and take off all of your clothes.”
I tried to speak but he punched me in the stomach.
“You have one more chance to do it on your one, or else I am going to do it FOR YOU.”
“Fuck you” was all I was able to mutter in between gasps for breath.
The black giant before me grabbed my arms and pulled me towards him. His grip was like a boa constrictors. He pulled me across his lap.
It was a position I had put Tracie in a 100 times and I knew what was coming. This guy intended to spank me. I tried to fight him but it was no use.
He ripped my clothes from my body and threw the shreds on the floor. My small white naked body lay across his broad lap and his strong hands kept me in place.
He was obvioulsy enjoying himself because the head of his giant cock was poking me in the stomach.
I kicked and screamed and shouted insults, but he only laughed.
Then he began spanking my poor ass.
Oh my God! The pain was unbelievable!!!
It was like getting slapped with 2 X4. The pain was unbearable!
I didn’t think I was ever going to be able to walk again.
He asked me if I was going to be good and I told him to fuck himself. Big mistake. His slaps on my ass became even harder and I was sure I would be a cripple for life.
I was so ashamed because I began to cry like a baby and beg him to stop. Finally, he did, and then he rolled me off his lap and onto the floor.
I was sobbing like a child and curled into a ball.
Then I heard Tracie’s voice.
“You see, when you are naughty, you have to be punished.”
It was what I had told her a 100 times after one of her over the knee spankings.
“Why?” was all I could spit out between sobs.
“Because you deserve it and everything else we are going to do to you. Because you’re an *******
Because I am tired of you. Tired of being unhappy…of living like this…tired of not having a real man in my life.”
I saw her walk over to the large black man and join him on the couch. She cuddled up along side him and kissed him on the mouth.
Then she turned to look into my eyes and say, ” A real man like Michael, here.”
I thought I was going to be sick.
“A real man who knows how to treat a woman in bed. And Michael is very good in bed. Very good. I actually cum three or four times during one of our incredible lovemaking sessions. It’s the best sex I have ever had! Have I mentioned that? Michael has a magnificent cock. So big and hard. And the things he does with it! Oh my!”
Tracie ran her hand along the inside of Michael’s tree trunk leg and rested it on the growing bulge in his pants.
“Not a pathetic limp little worm like yours¢‚¬¦”
Tears welled in my eyes. I wanted to die.
Most importantly, he treats me with respect. He treats me like a woman. He loves me.”
“But¢‚¬¦” That was all I got out.
“Shut up! No one wants to hear anything you have to say. Just sit there and be quiet.”
I stared into her eyes hoping she could see how much I hated her at that moment.
“And Michael is a very smart man. You see, I had no idea what to do with you. At first I just wanted him to beat the shit out of you. But Michael had a better idea. And I know you won¢‚¬„¢t like it at first, but I think in time, you will come to accept the way things will be done from now on.”
I clenched my teeth and my fists.
“Now, the first thing we need you to do is accept your new position in this house. Not that you were ever the man of the house, but I think you thought you were. Well. That¢‚¬„¢s all about to change.”
Tracie stood up and walked over to me. She knelt down and pushed something against my lips. It was a baby¢‚¬„¢s pacifier. It tasted strange, and I tried to resist.
Then I heard Michael¢‚¬„¢s voice, “You had better start sucking on that, little bitch, or I am going to lay into your ass like the hand of God.”
I knew he meant it, and as thoughts of how I would take my revenge on the both of them raced through my mind, I began to suck on the pacifier.
“A natural. Just like you said she¢‚¬„¢d be,” I heard Tracie say.
“Just look at her suck on it. Just like a baby.”
Why were they referring to me as “she?”
I felt strange. Weak. Numb.
My head began to swim.
Right before I passed out I heard Tracie¢‚¬„¢s voice say, “When you wake up, you are going to be our little sissy.”

CHAPTER 2: CHANGES

I had had hangovers before, but none of them compared to the jet engine that was roaring in my head the morning I awoke to my new life. I felt strange. Weak. Cold. My stomach ached from hunger. I was on my back looking up at the ceiling. My head was spinning. My mouth was dry. I tried to move, but every muscle in my body fought me.
Then I saw Tracie¢‚¬„¢s face over me, looking down with a grin. Then I saw the face of the giant black man she had introduced as Michael.
They were both staring down at me, smiling.
As my eyes became more focused I realized that I was lying in a baby¢‚¬„¢s crib. The bars seemed to tower over me.
“She¢‚¬„¢s awake.”
“About time.”
“Good morning, Miss Sleepyhead.”
I tried to speak but my mouth was too dry and I was too weak.
I felt something being pushed against my lips and I realized it was the nipple of a baby bottle.
Tracie said, “You might want to drink this. It¢‚¬„¢ll perk you up a little. Chock full of vitamins. And baby just loves her juice.”
The baby-talk tone of her voice sickened me, but the juice did feel good. It took a few minutes but I was soon sucking on the bottle like a thirsty toddler.
“Like I said, ” I heard Michael say, “She¢‚¬„¢s a natural.”
Why were they referring to me as a she?
I tilted my head upwards and realized that I was wearing only a thick cotton diaper and pink plastic baby panties. The plastic panties had little white bunnies on them. The diaper was so thick I could not squeeze my legs together.
So there I was. Diapered, sucking on a baby bottle of juice, lying in a crib, and being stared at by my girlfriend and her black lover.
¢‚¬ËWhat the Hell was going on?! “was all I could think.
“Let¢‚¬„¢s get you up and tell you all about the exciting things that have been going on while you have been asleep,” Tracie baby-talked me.
The bars on the side of the crib were lowered and I was pulled to my feet. Half naked, except for the thick diaper between my legs and the plastic panties, I stood wobbly before the two people who now controlled my destiny.
Weakened, I collapsed to the floor on my well-padded bottom like a toddler who had been trying to walk.
Tracie and her black lover sat before me on the couch.
I looked at them. Hating them.
“Look at her. Pouting at us. Isn¢‚¬„¢t she just adorable?” Tracie asked Michael.
“Yeah. Those pouty little lips look real tasty. Especially sucking on that baby bottle.Wonder what else she¢‚¬„¢d liked to be sucking on?”
That question made my stomach turn.
“Ok, Brad. Time to fill you in on what¢‚¬„¢s happening.”
I wasn¢‚¬„¢t sure I wanted to hear anything from her.
“First off, I can tell that you are dying to say something to me and to Michael. Maybe you want to scream at us or curse us. I can tell you, first off, that that would be a big mistake. As a reminder to keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut, I would like you to stick your thumb in your mouth and suck on it like a baby.”
I opened my mouth to protest but Michael pounced on me like a panther. He turned me over, ripped off my baby pants and diapers and once again laid into me with thunderous blows on my naked ass. The pain was indescribable.
“When your Mommy tells you to do something-YOU WILL DO IT! AND WHEN YOUR DADDY TELLS YOU TO DO SOMETHING-YOU WILL DO IT WITHOUT QUESTION¢‚¬¦IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?!!”
I cried out for him to stop. Begging him to release me and stop spanking me nut that was not what he wanted to hear. I knew what he wanted to hear. It turned my stomach to even think about hearing myself say it, but I knew that if I wanted the pain to stop, I would have to answer him.
I opened my mouth and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Louder!!”he shouted, accentuating his voice with a harsh blow on my tender cheeks.
“YES Daddy!”
Michael dropped my legs on the floor and stared down at me.
“Didn¢‚¬„¢t your mommy tell you to suck your thumb?”
“Yes Daddy.” I wished he was dead.
“Well?” His chest swelled and I saw the cable like muscles in his arms.
I had no choice. I stuck my thumb in my mouth like a baby and started to suck on it. I even wrapped a finger over my nose. Why did I do that?
Lying there naked, well-spanked, and sucking my thumb, I prepared myself for the story Tracie was about to tell.
“Well, Brad, and by the way, that is that last time you will ever hear that name again. More about that later though.”
I sucked my thumb and stared at the both of them. I felt so small.
“You were a pitiful excuse for a boyfriend and an even worse excuse for a man. Quite frankly, you were a piece of shit. You treated me horribly. Abused me. Used me for sex. Treated me like a child. Talked to me like I was a child.
“WELL, I¢‚¬„¢VE HAD ENOUGH! I¢‚¬„¢m through with you. There¢‚¬„¢s a new man of the house and he has some great and exciting ideas about your future. Did you know that I actually met Michael here about 3 months ago? At the grocery store of all places! I was crying and he offered a kind ear and shoulder. We¢‚¬„¢ve been together ever since. Right under your nose. And together, we devised this little plan.
I should explain. You see, I was just going to leave you. But as Michael explained, that would have just left you you free and clear to go on and treat some other poor woman the way you treated me. And I didn¢‚¬„¢t want to see that happen.
Seeing as you were such a lousy excuse for a man, we have decided to make you our little sissy.”
I pulled my thumb out of my mouth and croaked, “You¢‚¬„¢re going to turn me into a girl? That¢‚¬„¢s your solution?”
“Oh, you misunderstood, silly sissy. We have no intention of turning you into a girl. We¢‚¬„¢re going to turn you into a sissy.”
I looked down at my cock and balls fearing the worse.
Tracie laughed. “Don¢‚¬„¢t worry little sissy, we¢‚¬„¢re not going to cut off your little thingie. Oh no. We¢‚¬„¢re going to let you keep it. It won¢‚¬„¢t do you any good anyway. The drugs you have been given will ensure that you never get an erection again. And that limp little pathetic excuse of a cock hanging between your smooth legs will serve as a constant reminder that you were once a man¢‚¬¦well¢‚¬¦.sort of.”
The two of them laughed.
I tried to stand and rush her and wrap my hands around her throat and¢‚¬¦
Michael grabbed me and pulled me over his knee.
I screamed for him to let me go but he just laughed. And then he started spanking me again.
After ten minutes, he picked me up and sat me in a chair across from him and Tracie. My ass was on fire. Without even being told, I stuck my thumb in my mouth and sobbed like a baby.
“I know, it sounds awful to you right now. But I think in time you will love being our little sissy. It really doesn¢‚¬„¢t matter though. You have no choice.
All your money is gone. I have emptied your bank account. You have no real friends, so it¢‚¬„¢s not like anyone is going to come looking for you. In fact, it¢‚¬„¢s been two weeks since the day you passed out on the floor in the den¢‚¬¦”
¢‚¬ËTwo weeks?!¢‚¬„¢ I have been out for two weeks?
“Oh yes, you have been asleep more or less for two weeks. Heavily sedated. Lying in your crib, wearing your diaper, letting us do whatever we wanted to you. My mother even came over to babysit once or twice so Michael and I could go out. You were so well-behaved. Very docile. You just sucked your pacifier and took your medicine like a good little sissy. Don¢‚¬„¢t worry. I called in for you at work. Funny, though, no one there seemed to be missing you at all. I simply called your boss and told him that we had had an argument and in the course of the fight, you had broken down and admitted that you could no longer live a lie and that you were in fact gay and had decided to move to Europe to live with an older man who had promised to pay for your sex change operation.”
I glared at her. At him.
“And I can tell by the look on your face that you think no one would believe such an outrageous story, but in fact, everyone at your job bought it! Some people even said they always knew you were gay. So, you see. No one is going to miss you. No one. You were that much of an *******. And now Michael and I can do anything we want to you and no one can stop us. No one. So¢‚¬¦you can go along with the plan and accept your fate¢‚¬¦.or¢‚¬¦”
Those words made my blood freeze.
“Suffer the consequences and I can guarantee that they are far worse than what we habe planned fore you.
We did a little research and after checking the internet, we found a couple, a gay couple, who live in California. Very nice. Also very kinky. You see, sissy, they have been looking for a small man, like yourself, to turn into a big baby to call their own.
All I would have to do is give them a call and they would drive up here and take you off our hands.
Then, over the course of a few months, they would turn you into a baby. I can see that you don¢‚¬„¢t believe me. May I remind you that you have been sleeping in a baby¢‚¬„¢s crib for two weeks? That you have been wearing diapers and drinking from a baby¢‚¬„¢s bottle for two weeks? But Michael and I don¢‚¬„¢t want a baby. I have no intention of spending the rest of my life changing your nasty diapers or wiping your pathetic ass.
But this couple, Scott and Derek, are looking forward to just that. They told me that within two months of living with them you would be totally diaper-dependent. It¢‚¬„¢s just takes the right drugs and postive and negative reinforcement, from what I understand.
Of course, they would have all your teeth removed because babies don¢‚¬„¢t have teeth. And they even said you would baby talk like a real toddler. They say something just happens to the adult brain in a situation like that. It regresses and the effect, I understand, is permanent. You might just turn into a baby for real. A helpless little baby incapable of complex thoughts, depending on others to do everything for you.
Would you like to be a baby again, Sissy? Wearing cute little baby clothes? Doesn¢‚¬„¢t that sound like a wonderful life? Sitting in your playpen playing with little toys waiting for someone to change your poopie diapers?
And then of course, they would be free to do with you whatever else they wanted to do. But I¢‚¬„¢ll leave that to your imagination.
So. The choice is yours. Our way. Or the diaper highway. You need to decide.”
My mind was racing.
“All you have to do is look at the both of us and say ¢‚¬ËDaddy. Mommy. I want to be your sweet little sissy. May I please be your sweet little sissy?”
I looked at the two of them with tears in my eyes.
“You have five seconds to decide.”
I slowly pulled my thumb out of my mouth.
“3-4¢‚¬¦”
In a squeaky little voice I said, “¢‚¬ËDaddy. Mommy. I want to be your sweet little sissy. May I please be your sweet little sissy?”
“Well, that wasn¢‚¬„¢t bad. But I think you can do better. Say it again. This time raise your voice just a little.”
I cleared my throat and spoke a little louder, raising my voice an octave or two. ¢‚¬ËDaddy. Mommy. I want to be your sweet little sissy. May I please be your sweet little sissy?”
“Well, it¢‚¬„¢s getting there.” Tracie leaned forward a little and spoke in harsher tone. “I want to really believe you mean it. Now. Say it again. And this time, I want you to add a lisp. A sweet little sissy lisp.”
I sat up a little straighter and spoke, “¢‚¬ËDaddy. Mommy. I want to be your thweet little thithy. May I pweathe be your thweet little thithy?”
The two of them laughed at me. I was humiliated but something told me that my humiliation was just beginning.
“Perfect. THAT is how you are to speak from now on. You will practice all the time. And when you are not speaking, you are to suck your thumb. Is that understood, little sissy?”
“Yeth Mommy,” I squeaked in my little girl lisp.
“And yes you may be our sweet little sissy. And Mommy and Daddy are going to do everything they can to turn you into the sweetest sissy there ever was! And when we are through with you, you won¢‚¬„¢t even remember ever being a horrible abusive man. Doesn¢‚¬„¢t that sound wonderful, little sissy.”
Again I lisped, “Yeth Mommy.”
“Yes Mommy what?”
“Yeth, Mommy. It thounds wonderful.”
I stuck my thumb back in my mouth.
“Now. It is time to show you where you will be living. Come along, little sissy. Crawl on the floor and follow your Mommy and Daddy to your new bedroom.
I got up on all fours and began to follow them, naked, down the carpeted hallway to what used to have been my sports den.
When we arrived at the door the first thing I saw was a large pink bow hanging on a freshly painted white door. There was also a little sign framed by hearts and bows. It said “Sissy¢‚¬„¢s Room.”
Tracie opened the door and I could hardly believe my eyes.
There before me was the most elaborate little girl¢‚¬„¢s room I had ever seen. It was a pink confection. A large canopy bed centered the room. There was a large dresser and a little makeup table with lights around it.
There were posters of unicorns and teddy bears and kitty cats. There was a small table with a tiny tea set and pretty little dolls sitting in the small white chairs.
And in the corner of the room was something that made my blood run cold. It was a child¢‚¬„¢s rocking horse. It was large enough for an adult-at least an adult my size, that is. It was pink and purple and very little girly. But it was what was sticking up from the seat of the rocking horse that me shudder. It was a large pink dildo-it had to be at least 8 inches.
I tried to imagine myself sliding down its length and then rocking back and forth on the horse. I looked up at Michael and he smiled.
¢‚¬“Oh yeah, Sissy. You¢‚¬„¢re going to just love riding that horsie. In fact, I bet, that in time, it¢‚¬„¢s going to be hard to get you off of it.¢‚¬
The two of them laughed again.
Tracie opened the closet door and I knew I was doomed. There, inside was a veritable treasure of the most adorable little girl clothes I had ever seen. And all in my size!
There were party dresses, jumpers, skirts, sundresses, and even a ballet tutu.
There was even a school uniform like the ones worn by Catholic school girls. It consisted of a white blouse and short little plaid skirt.
There were shiny black Maryjane shoes and saddle shoes. There were slippers and girlish sandals.There were also several pairs of high heels.
Tracie opened the dresser drawers.
Inside was a rainbow of the sweetest little girl panties I had ever seen. There were santin panties with ribbons and bows. There were adorabe little cotton panties with juvenile designs on them like ABC blocks and bumblebees and little flowers and stripes and polka-dots.
There were little lacy socks and vest style t-shirts and training bras.
And once again, everything looked like it would fit me perfectly.
“All these pretty clothes, and so much more, are all for you, little sissy. Bought for you by your mommy and daddy.
And would you like to know how we paid for it all? I sold your precious sportscar and all of your sports memorabilia. Every last bit of it. Fetched a nice amount, too. We even saved enough to pay for other surprises for you. But more about that later.”
I was beginning to hate when she said that.
“But now it is time we get you into a nice bath, get you cleaned up and dressed. There is still so much to do!”
Tracie was almost giddy with excitement. Michael just stood there, staring at my naked body, rubbing the anaconda that was stirring just behind his zipper.
I was led into the bathroom where a sweet smelling bubble bath awaited me. Michael picked me up effortlessly and dropped me into the hot water. It stung my well-spanked ass.
I was bathed like a child.
While she was soaping me, Tracie said, “As you may have already noticed, little sissy, all of your body is gone. It took several procedures, but you are finally hair-free, and as smooth as a little girl. The way it should be. And the good news? You will never have to shave again. Ever.”
She began to shampoo my hair.
“You see, little sissy, all of this began several months ago. I began putting mild doses of female hormones, and some other wonderful drugs, into your food and drink, and even in the protein powder you drank before you worked out.
Your body has been slowly changing for two months now.
You probably haven¢‚¬„¢t noticed, but your face looks smoother and a little more rounded. In fact, your body weight has been redistributing itself. Your little tushie looks a little rounder. Haven¢‚¬„¢t you noticed?
And that is why your body hair is gone. T
That is why you feel a little weaker. You¢‚¬„¢ve been complaining that your workouts have been really bad lately. Well, now you know why. I¢‚¬„¢m afraid you¢‚¬„¢ll never lift weights again.
And that itching in your nipples? It¢‚¬„¢s not the detergent I have been using, you twit. It¢‚¬„¢s your little sissy boobies beginning to grow. Why, in less than 3 months, you should have a pair of absolutely adorable little boobies.
Especially after we up the doses of your medicines.”
I stuck my thumb in my mouth and started to sob again.
“You¢‚¬„¢ll look so cute. So precious.
And then your hips will widen and your little bottom will get even rounder. Your features will get even more feminine. The drugs we have been, and continue to give you, will see to that.
In no time at all, no one will recognize you. You will look like a girl. A teen girl of about 14. You will wear pretty little things and wear ribbons and bows in your hair. And you will stay here in the house and clean and take care of your mommy and daddy. Especially your daddy.”
I looked at Michael and saw that he was holding the shaft of his giant black cock through his pants. The I looked into his eyes and saw that he was smiling at me.
“That¢‚¬„¢s right, little sissy. You¢‚¬„¢re gonna learn how to make your daddy real happy. Just like a little sissy should.”
I thought I would get sick.
When my bath was finished, Tracie dried me and powdered me with baby powder. Then I was led back to my little girl¢‚¬„¢s bedroom.
Tracie stood me in the center of the room. Michael sat himself in an arm chair in the corner of the room. Staring at me, he continued to massage the large bulge in his pants.
I saw my reflection in the large standing mirror.
My naked, smooth hairless body looked like it belonged to a boy of 14 or 15. My cock hung lifeless between my smooth girlish legs. I worried about the effects the drugs I had been given were going to¢‚¬¦.or already had had on it¢‚¬¦.be.
Tracie approached me. Even she seemed taller to me now.
I felt like a child.
THAT feeling would only get worse.
“Now little sissy, that we have gotten you all cleaned up, it¢‚¬„¢s time to finish your journey to Sissyland. You have only 4 more steps. Isn¢‚¬„¢t that exciting?”
I said nothing. I stood there pouting.
“YOUR MOMMY ASKED YOU A QUESTION, SISSY! AND YOU HAD BETTER ANSWER HER! NOW!” Michael snapped.
“Yeth Mommy,” I lisped, “Itth exthiting.”
“Yes it¢‚¬„¢s very exciting. And I have picked out the prettiest little outfit for you to wear tonight. But I want you to ask me to dress you up like the little sissy we all know you are. And I want to believe that you really do want to wear this adorable little ensemble. So. Make me believe you are ready to become our little sissy. Make me believe you want to wear this adorable little outfit I have picked out for you.”
I swallowed, closed my eyes, and lisped, “Pweeeease Mommy. Pwease wet me twy on my adowable dwess. It wooks so pwetty and I weally want to wear it. Pwease. Pwease. Pwetty pwease with sugar on top.”
“Very good sissy. I do believe you really want to wear your little dwess and be our little sissy. But first, there are some other things you must put on.”
Tracie held up a pair of socks. Anklets I think they were called. White with a delicate banding of pink lace on the tops.
“First we need to put your socks on. But you have to ask me nicely to put them on your feet.”
“Pweathe Mommy. Would you pwease put my thocks on me feet?”
“Oh I think you can do better that that. Try again.”
“Oh Pwease Mommy,”I squealed, “Would you pwease put my pwetty wathy thocks on my feet. Pwetty pweeeease?”
“Much better. And of course I will help you.”
I looked down as Tracie slid the anklets onto my feet. It was the first time that I noticed that my toenails had been painted a sof baby pink.
“Do you just love your toes? Aren¢‚¬„¢t they precious? And the best part is-it¢‚¬„¢s permanent! The color will never fade!”
“Yeth, Mommy, they wook pweciouth.”
“Now for your panties.”
The word made me queasy.
Tracie held up a pair of pink satin panties. There were several rows of pink and white ruffles across the seat. A tiny delicate bow adorned the front, right under the waist band.
“This is step one, Sissy. I want you to ask me very nicely to let you put your pretty sissy panties on.”
I knew this was it. The last stop before I turned into some sort of freak. But I also knew that I had no choice.
“Pweathe Mommy. May I pwease put on my pwetty thithy panties?”
“Of course you can, Sissy.”
Tracie held out the panties for me and I stepped into them. As she slid them up my hairless legs a million sensations exlpoded in my body. When she pulled them past my cock it felt like there had been an electric charge.
Tracie pulled them up my waist and fitted them to until they looked just right.
They did feel wonderful. I hated to admit that to myself.
I saw my reflections. There was no sign of my bulge at all. With my panties on, I looked like a young girl.
Tracie ran her hand over the front of my panties. When she found the head of my small cock, she circled her finger around it.
I closed my eyes and shuddered.
“You see, Sissy, there is still some feeling in your tiny little wee-wee. The drugs haven¢‚¬„¢t made it totally useless. Of course a certain procedure we had done on you has made it so that only the head of your little sissy clittie has feeling. You¢‚¬„¢ll never have an erection again, but you will be able to feel just how wonderful all of your pretty little panties feel rubbing against it.”
Tracie help a little white lacy petticoat.
“Did you know, sissy, that mothers throughout time, you used to put their unruly sons into petticoats to keep them in line. Some even went as far as dressing the troublesome boys in panties and dresses and put theiur bows in their hair. The effect was quite amazing. The boys calmed down and became well-behaved and easy to control. It was called petticoating.
This is your petticoat. Let¢‚¬„¢s see what kind of effect it has you on you.”
Tracie lowered the petticoat down over my head and slid it into place.
It was stiff and short and I couldn¢‚¬„¢t help but run my fingertips through the soft layers of taffeta.
I saw my reflection in the mirror. The male me was slowly fading away.
Tracie walked over to the closet and removed my dress. It was a party dress like a girl of 9 or 10 would wear. It was pretty. With little puff sleeves and pink banding. There was a row of little pearl buttons in the back and a large pink bow. A lacy pinnafore adorned the front. It was sickenly sweet and puerile. And I was about to be dressed in it.
“Isn¢‚¬„¢t this a pretty dress, Sissy?”
“Yeth, it is vewy pwetty,” and without even being told I asked, “May I pwease put in on?”
“Why of course, Dearie. Of course you can.”
Tracie lowered the dress over my head. She fit it into place and began buttoning the buttons in the back.. When she was done, she tied the large bow at the small of my back.
The petticoat I was wearing held the dress almost straight out and from under the layer of transparent material, I could see my ruffled panties.
Tracie fussed with the dress a little more. It fit perfectly, but she wanted to make sure every detail was in place.
She turned me to step into my little shiny black Maryjane shoes, and when she did I was staring back at my reflection. Although, it wasn¢‚¬„¢t me staring back, it was an overgrown child who was about to go to a birthday party. It might have been a boy, but looked more like a little girl with short hair.
Tracie finsished putting my shoes on and stood back to admire her handy work.
She told me to twirl and when I did she clapped her hands and laughed.
“Oh, Sissy, you look absolutely scrumptious. Do you like your dress? And your shoes?
“Yeth, Mommy. I wove it. It ith thcrumptiouth.”
“Oopsie. I almost forget,” Tracie said as she ran to my little makeup table. She then clipped an over-sized pink bow in my hair. It was the cherry on top.
I looked ridiculous.
A minute later I was seated my makeup table and Tracie was applying lipstick, mascara, a light touch of eyeshadow, and two large pink circles of rouge. I looked like a doll. A little girl¢‚¬„¢s doll. I looked like a little girl who had gotten into her mommy¢‚¬„¢s makeup.
But this was my makeup. And I wasn¢‚¬„¢t a little girl. I was a sissy.
“Now Sissy, it is time for Step 2. We can¢‚¬„¢t keep calling you Sissy, so it is time for you to have a new name. But we want you to come up with one to prove that you are really sincere in wanting to make your Mommy and Daddy very happy.
So, what would you like to be called from now on.”
To this day I do not not know where the name came from. It just came to me.
“Tiffany, ” I whispered. “I would wike to be called Tiffany.”
“Tiffany? Tiffany. What an absolutely adorabe name for an absolutely adorable little sissy. Tiffany it shall be. Tell me your name.”
“My name ith Tiffany.”
“And what are you, Tiffany?”
“I am a wittle thithy.”
“Well, Tiffany, you have passed Steps 1 and 2. Now it is time for Step 3. I want you to get down on all fours and crawl over to your Daddy. He has something for you.”
I did as I was told and got down on all fours and began to crawl over to Michael. I felt the cool air on my exposed legs.
There was a camera flash.
When I looked up at him, I noticed that Michael had removed his pants and underwear and was stroking his big black cock. It looked as big as my arm. When I hesitated, Tracie spanked my pantied bottom. I crawled even closer to the man who was now my Daddy.
I saw another camera flash. Tracie was capturing every step of my journey with a digital camera.
I crawled over to Michael until I was between his thick legs. I could smell his cock¢‚¬¦his man sex.
“Now Tiffany. You be a good little sissy for your daddy and take his big black cock in your hands and give the head a sweet little kiss.”
This was it. The final blow. My last chance to run. But I didn¢‚¬„¢t. I knew I had no choice. I had been castrated by my former girlfriend and her black lover.
I took Michael¢‚¬„¢s thick cock in my hands.
“Don¢‚¬„¢t you think you should ask your Daddy something first, Tiffany?”
I looked up into Michael¢‚¬„¢s face and asked, “Pweathe Daddy. May I pweathe kith the head of your big bwack cock with my thweet wittle mouth?”
“Of course you can baby. You take my big black cock into your little hands and kiss the head. And if you¢‚¬„¢re real good, maybe Daddy will give you a treat.”
I pulled Michael¢‚¬„¢s cock to my face and puckered. I pressed my lips against the velvety sandpaper head and gave it a kiss. It tasted salty. I could feel the veins throbbing in his shaft. He seemed to grow even harder.
“Now lick Daddy¢‚¬„¢s cock like its an ice cream cone, Tiffany.”
I began to bathe the large purple mushroom cap with my tongue and lips. I licked the slit and tasted a drop of precum. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that it really was an ice cream cone. I licked and kissed the shaft.
I heard Tracie¢‚¬„¢s voice.
“You were right Honey. He really is a natural little cocksucker.”
I continued my indoctrination into how to please a man with my mouth.
Tracie knelt behind me and began to press something against my asscheeks as I sucked the cock of her lover.
She pulled my panties to the side and pressed something rubbery and greasy between my ass cheeks. I felt it pressed against my little puckered hole. I tried to resist but all the fight had gone out of me. She slid it inside of me and it began to vibrate. The sensations were incredible. I found myself pushing back against it, forcing more of it inside me as I sucked the head of Michael¢‚¬„¢s cock.
Michael grabbed my head and pushed me down onto his cock.
“Now open wide Tiffany, and take Daddy¢‚¬„¢s cock into your mouth.”
I did as I was told and opened my mouth, taking the monster past my trembling lips as Tracie fucked me with the pink vibrator.
“And if I feel one tooth on my cock, Tiffany, Daddy is going to go out to the garage, grab a pair of pliers, and pull all of your teeth out.”
I knew he meant it. I opened mouth, stretching it as far as it would stretch, taking more of that black monster into my mouth. It was soaked with my spit and I slid up and down on it, dragging my lips and tongue against the heavily veined shaft. I gripped it with both hands and squeezed it. It felt like it was made of steel.
Michael said something about me wearing a bib. I was getting awfully messy and he didn¢‚¬„¢t want me ruining my pretty little dress.
I didn¢‚¬„¢t stop. I kept working that black cock. Up and down, swirling my tongue all around it.
Tracie continued the assualt on my virgin bottom and I didn¢‚¬„¢t realize it, but I was squealing like a little girl as the vibrator drove my insides to levels of pleasure I had ever known.
Maybe I was a sissy?
Suddenly, Tracie pulled the vibrator from my ass and ripped my panties down. I felt empty. I wanted to feel that feeling again.
My wish was about to be granted.
“Now Tiffany. It is time for Step 4. And I think you are really going to like Step 4. I know your Daddy will.”
Without a bit of strain, Michael pulled me to my feet. Tracie lowered my panties and I stepped out of them. She unbuckled my Maryjanes and took them off one by one as Michael held me tight.
Michael turned me away from him and began to sit me back towards his lap. Tracie slid the full-length mirror in front of us.
Michael continued to lower me down until the head of his cock was pressed against my little pucked hole.
Michael pressed forward and I found myself opening up to him. My well-greased hole, no matter how tight it had been, was no match for his cock, and I began to slide down its length.
I saw my reflection. I looked like a little girl sitting on her big black daddy¢‚¬„¢s lap.
Tracie walked over and lifted the hems of my dress.
I could see my smooth legs draped over Michaels thighs. I could see my pathetic little cock, lying there lifeless between my legs. I could see Michael¢‚¬„¢s thick black and purple shaft disappearing inside me.
My breathing stiffened and I made little grunting noises and squealing sounds of delight. I was even licking my lips.
I thought I would rip in two, but I didn¢‚¬„¢t, and soon found myself sitting on the entirety of Michael¢‚¬„¢s cock.
His hands were on my ass and he began to squeeze my cheeks. His cock twitched inside me.
And then Michael began to lift me off of his cock, just a little, and then allow me to slide back down. Then he repeated the procedure. Faster. Harder. I saw myself smiling. I saw myself wanting more of that monster cock inside me. I saw myself boucing on his cock up and down and throwing my head back and screaming.
My mind was racing, “You are a sissy! You are a sissy!”
I don¢‚¬„¢t when it happened,but something popped inside me.
Besides my cherry,that is.
Maybe it was all the had happened. Maybe it was being dressed in my pretty little party dress and lacy little socks. Maybe all it took was that monstrous, glorious black cock in fucking my ass, but my sissy switch was flipped and as Michael fucked me like a man should fuck a lisping little sissy, I began to cry out.
“Oh yeth, Daddy! Fuck my wittle thithy puthy! FUCK YOUR WITTLE THITHY! FUCK MY WITTLE PUTHY!!!!!!!”
Michael gasped, “Who¢‚¬„¢s my little sissy?!”
“I AM DADDY! I¢‚¬„¢M YOUR WITTLE THITHY!”
“AND WHAT AM I DOING RIGHT NOW?!”
“FUCKING MY WITTLE THITHY PUTHY!”
“AND YOU LIKE IT?!”
“OH YETH DADDY! I WOVE IT!! I WOVE IT SO MUCH”
And that was when Michael showered my insides with his man-juice and I forever became is sweet little sissy Tiffany. It must have been a gallon.
I collapsed back against his heaving chest and he kissed the top of my head.
He picked me up and laid me onto my princess bed.
I passed out. It had all been too much.
When I awoke, I was still in my little girl¢‚¬„¢s dream bedroom. I was under the covers of my pink and white canopy princess bed. I was dressed in a little nightgown with puff sleeves and a ruffle hem. I was also wearing matching pink ruffled panties. My thumb was in my mouth and from the look of things, it was nightime. My Strawberry Shortcake nightlight glowed in the corner of my bedroom.
I climbed out of my bed and felt the cool night air on my smooth legs.
I walked down the hallway towards my old bedroom. I opened the door and saw Tracie and Michael sleeping together. Michael was naked and I could see his cock in the moonlight.
I padded towards the bed.
Maybe it was the panties. Maybe it was my recent, and first, and most fantastic ass-fucking. Maybe it was my new-found sissyhood, but I found that I was even walking different. I was taking smaller steps-like a girl-and sticking my bottom out a little.
I crawled onto the bed and up between Michael¢‚¬„¢s legs.
I took his sleeping cock in my hands and sucked the velvety head into my mouth. I nursed it like a baby. Like a sissy and did so until he came down my throat. With a belly full of my Daddy¢‚¬„¢s cum, I drifted off to sleep and had the most wonderful sissy dreams.