Shopping with my sissy friend, Steven is the most fun. He works the Lancome counter at a local department store and loves to give me free makeovers and samples, so it’s always a win win. We also love to shop til’ we drop.
I love having a shopping spree with my best sissy friend, Derek. He is so fun to shop with. Playing dress up and laughing for hours is such a welcomed escape. Flirting and playing is one of my favorite things. Of course when we get back home and get dressed to go out is the most fun.
You have finally come to the point where you are willing to admit that you are a sissy. You have reached the precipice haven’t you? You know that I am the one person who can make it a reality. The Sissification Process can now begin. It will start with several physical changes followed by psychological changes.
There are certain things that Sissies are very fond of. For example, my sissy friend Joanna loves wearing panties and small penis humiliation. Another of my sissy friends, Erin enjoys BBC and being outed on social media. The preferences differ with each one.
Are you ready for your close-up darling? Let’s get you all dolled up in your sexiest lingerie, highest heels and sluttiest wig. Twirl around and show it off. You are the best little sissy slut. Always obeying and always striving to please your mistress.
With the new consciousness implant, I heard my husband’s voice inside my head. The fullness and completeness of his personality existing in my body alongside my own was something I was going to have to get used to. His body was gone but he continued to live on inside of me.
I found myself masturbating more as he became acquainted with the new and differentsensations of sexual pleasure in a female body. Masturbation was our sex. A mind fuck took on a new meaning as we shared intimacy of being and mutual pleasure of one body.
You sit there with your frilly little frock, shyly perusing my pictures, wishing you could be me. I know darling – I know you are feeling conflicted and unsure of yourself. You need my guidance. You need my acceptance and my protection. Let me mold you and shape you into the beautiful and gorgeous creature you long to become.
“But Mommy, I’m not a girl! What are you talking about.”
I don’t know if Chucky was still in denial, or if he really thought that I was crazy. A part of him had to know that he was born into the wrong body. I just had to help him see that mommy always knows best. He needed to say the words. They needed to come from him.
“Remember last Thursday when you came home and said the boys were making fun of you in the locker room?”
I never wanted a boy, but I married your dad, and he already had you. The thing was, that dirty fucker left us, so now you were mine to do with as I pleased. No more daddy to protect you, stepson. You were such a Daddy’s Boy, but no more. From this day on, you will only be known as Mommy’s Girl. I guess I should start by confessing to you how we got here. Not that it matters, but it will be fun to see the expression on your face as you realize that I have been prepping you for forced sissification from the moment we met.