Sissy Weddings!!! A Young Sissy Bride Prepares for his Big Day

I do so enjoy a Sissy wedding!  Almost nothing fills me with so much joy as seeing one of my Sissy creations forced to marry a man that I have selected for them.  As a full-time Sissy Trainer, I am paid very richly to provide Sissy brides to wealthy men looking to fulfill their fantasies.                                                                                                                                                                                 Sissy Abigail's wedding was one of my favorites.  Just look at him -- so young, so sweet, so scared!  I had such a good time preparing Sissy Abigail for his big day.  All those months of trying on gowns, learning to recite the vows I wrote for him, the dance lessons, the dildo practice...

Sissy Abigail was forced to try on hundreds of gowns before I selected the perfect one.  The girls at the bridal salon had such fun teasing and torturing my little Sissy.  They gushed about how sweet or how sexy each gown made him look.  They told Sissy Abigail how pleased and aroused each dress would make his new Husband/Master.  And of course they talked endlessly about how exciting Sissy's wedding night would be and how amazing it would feel being fucked by his new Husband/Master.

 

The dresses above were two of my favorites.  Sissy Abigail looked simply darling in them both.  But when he tried on the dress on the left,  I knew it was the one!  Seeing my little Sissy encased in acres of chiffon left me breathless.  And the effect on Sissy Abigail was just as profound.  He felt so helpless and hopeless -- just look at his sad and scared little face -- priceless!  He felt like a present that was beautifully wrapped for his new Husband/Master to open and enjoy.  And of course, the little Sissy was absolutely correct.  That is exactly what he had become; a possession for a superior male who would own, control and dominate him for the rest of his Sissy life!

A Sissy Gets Ready to Go Home

Charlie had been nothing but trouble for his poor Stepmother.  He had gotten involved with drugs and shoplifting and had gotten expelled from high school just too many times.  And around the house he was rude and obnoxious. 

Fed up with this nonsense, Charlie's Stepmother did the right thing and delivered her rotten stepson to me for some...improvements.

It wasn't easy and it wasn't quick.  But in a little more than two years, Charlie was gone forever and in his place was -- TA DA -- Sissy Charleen!  All it took was some hard work -- and some hormones, some surgery, some sleep and food deprivation, and lots and lots of beatings.  Sissy Charleen was now a quivering, submissive and totally obedient feminized girly-boy.

I enjoyed preparing Sissy Charleen on the day his Stepmother was coming to retrieve him.  Starting very early in the morning, I had the girls from the beauty parlor come over to give Sissy Charleen "the works".  First, a total (and I mean total) body waxing -- ouchy!  Then his hair was shampooed and put up in rollers.  While he sat under the hair dryer, the girls did his make-up and gave him a mani-pedi.  His hair was then brushed out and styled, soft curls pinned back with a pretty bow.  Adorable!

Now, up until this point, little Sissy Charleen had no idea why he was being all gussied up.  As I zipped him into the cutest little pink dress, I explained that his Stepmother had come to take him home and that she was waiting right outside.  Well the little Sissy nearly passed out when I said that!  Sissy Charleen was terrified of being under the control of his Stepmother in his new feminized condition.  Sissy Charleen started to cry and begged me not to return him to his Stepmother.  I sternly instructed him to stop crying, lest he spoil his lovely make-up.  I then reminded him that no one cares what a Sissy wants and that he had best work hard to obey and to please his Stepmother-- or there would be trouble. 

I stepped back to look Sissy Charleen over one last time and to admire my work.  His arms and legs looked so delicate and feminine.  His hair and make-up were perfect.  And the dress I had chosen was simply lovely -- so sweet and innocent.  I gave his hair a final fluffing out and made sure his sparkly heart shaped earrings weren't hidden. He stood there, so prim, so feminine, so terrified, as I invited his Stepmother to enter.  The poor little defeated Sissy's chin quivered as he fought so hard to hold back his tears. 

As she walked into the room and saw her transformed Sissy stepson for the first time, she screamed. "OH MY GOD!"  She nearly collapsed with laughter as she drank in her little Sissy.  Of course Sissy Charleen was dying of humiliation, but he stood there, eyes lowered, as he had been trained.  The Stepmother eyed Sissy Charleen's bust and asked aloud, "Are they real?"  She brazenly walked up to Sissy Charleen and gave his boobs a rough squeeze.  "OH MY GOD!" she screamed again.  "They are real!"  Her riotous laughter resumed.

"Come along, Sissy Charleen.  Time for us to go home.  But first we're going to go downtown so all of your old friends can get to see the new you!"

A Sissy Goes Clubbing

I love taking my Sissy "boyfriend" out clubbing on Saturday nights. 

We had been dating for several months when he admitted to me how he liked dressing up like a girl.  I was disgusted by the idea but agreed to let him dress up for me one evening.  Well, when he emerged from the bedroom dressed up as "Lydia", I was just amazed by how feminine and glamorous he was.  He wore a long black wig that looked so nice with his dark complexion.  His make-up was dramatic, theatrical even.  Long false eyelashes, shimmery eye-shadow, glossy bright pink lips.  Wow!

He was just delighted with the compliments I showered on him.  I told him about a hundred times how "beautiful" and "sexy" he was.  He shuddered with pleasure everytime I said that.  It was clear to me that I could have complete control over this Sissy faggot -- all I had to do was to pretend to be supportive of his girliness.

"Do you like me dressed like this?" he tentatively asked, his voice a sweet feminine whisper.

"Oh, I think we're going to have a lot of fun together, Lydia," I replied.  Just not the kind of fun you think, Sissy, I thought to myself.  I took a bunch of photos, while he enjoyed posing like a fashion model.

"Lydia, you look so wonderful, I think we should go out," I said. Sissy Lydia was shocked and scared by my suggestion.  You see, he had never been outside his apartment dressed as a girl.  I borrowed his make-up kit and made myself up glamourously, just like him.  Lydia showed me his extensive wardrobe of sexy outfits.  I dressed him in a clingy black mini dress, topped with a bright pink jacket, and some strappy sexy high heeled sandals -- what a Sissy!

I pushed him out the door and we took a cab to a crowded dance club downtown.  I made him dance with a bunch of guys -- while I did the same.  He kept begging me to leave -- the little Sissy was so scared and helpless!  After a couple of hours we did leave -- with two of the hot guys we had been been dancing with.  I told my little Sissy that he better behave himself, because I had his wallet, his clothes -- and photos of him that I could easily email to his family -- or his boss.  Defeated, the little Sissy got in the cab with me and our hot dates to go back to my apartment.  It was fun watching my little Sissy squirm while his "date" started putting the moves on him.  Hysterical!  And then they started making out -- I almost came watching that action.  As we arrived at my apartment I warned Sissy Lydia that he better act really girlish because if the guys figured out he was a boy, they'd kill him!  The Sissy was so scared that his secret would be discovered that he did everything I told him to do.

Well that night, Sissy Lydia gave his first blow job!  And since that night he's given dozens more to the guys we meet at the clubs every Saturday night!  She is my little pet Sissy toy that I now drag with me every time I go out!