Bad News for My Sissy Husband

"Sweetie, do you have a minute to talk?" I called up the stairs.  My darling sissy husband, Lily, came down right away.

"Yes, Martha. Is there something that you need?" he asked.

"My, don't you look extra pretty today!  That pink top is super cute on you and really shows off how you are...developing.  And I love that necklace on you!" I cooed.

"Thank you, Martha," he replied softly. I could tell he was both thrilled and a bit embarrassed with my compliments.

"Sweetie, we need to talk. Now I know you have really been looking forward to our vacation to the Bahamas tomorrow," I started.

"Oh yes, Martha.  I'm very excited about our trip!" he replied breathlessly.

"Yes, well," I started. "There's been a change of plans.  You're not going," I stated matter-of-factly.

Completely blindsided by my announcement he responded, "What? No! We've been planning this trip for months!"  His eyes were starting to tear.  This announcement was getting him rather upset.

"Now Lily, really!  Think about it.  I mean, just look at you.  Look how much you've changed!  Your hair, your breasts, your hips.  You have become so feminine!  How can I be expected to go on a romantic Caribbean vacation with you?  You can barely even pass as a man anymore!  Needless to say, you can't take your shirt off on the beach now that your boobs have grown so much," I explained.

"But I did all of this for YOU!  YOU wanted me to become more feminine, more ladylike.  I made all of these changes because YOU wanted it!" He was starting to cry as he spoke.  Goodness, the hormones make him so emotional!

I put my hand on his shoulder, "Oh, Lily, of course I know that. This is how I want you. Soft and feminine and gentle.  I love having you as my sweet little sissy housewife.  You look and smell so pretty and you take such wonderful care of me.  You are exactly the way I want you. At home, that is.  But on a romantic vacation?  Well, that obviously is not going to work."

"So you cancelled all of our vacation plans?" he asked stupidly.

"Oh, good heavens no, silly girl.  The trip is all paid for.  I'm going with Ben."

"Ben? Who's Ben?" Lily asked.

"Ben Martins, silly. My editor," I said. Then the wailing really began.  

"You're going on vacation with Ben?!?  Why? How? What's going on?" Lily was starting to get a bit hysterical by this point.

"Well, Lily, Ben and I have been spending a lot of time together finalizing my latest book. And he is going through a difficult time since he is getting divorced.  Anyway, over the past couple of months, he and I have gotten rather...close.  He really is a very nice man.  And so tall and handsome!"  The crying got much worse when I said that.

By now I was growing tired of Lily's sobbing. "Now calm yourself. You know this is for the best. Look, I am a woman and I have needs -- and believe me, he really knows how to fill my needs!  Ben and I will be able to have a wonderful, romantic vacation together in a way you and I simply can't anymore. Besides, you have fallen way behind on your chores and this will give you a whole week to get caught up."

Lily had no words in response to that.

"And since I'll be spending more time with Ben at his apartment when we get back from the Bahamas, I thought it would be nice if you would go over there while we're away and get it all tidied it up.  It really is a mess and you wouldn't want me having sex in an apartment that wasn't properly cleaned, now would you?"

"Well, would you?" I repeated a bit more sternly, in case Lily thought it was a rhetorical question.

"No, I guess not," he answered softly.

"No, of course not," I agreed.  "Now pull yourself together. I know, let's go to the mall and I'll buy you something pretty to cheer you up.  And while we're there, you can help me pick out a new bikini and maybe a sexy nightie to take on my trip.  OK?  Now dry those eyes and grab your purse."

Sissy Roommate - Part 10 - The Conclusion

 I know it's been a long story, but now you are up to date.  It's the start of Tank's Junior year.  I dropped out because I knew I couldn't care for Tank and take classes at the same time.  But Tank and I will be living together this year in a beautiful condo that a rich alumnus has provided for Tank.  I've been working hard to make sure it is clean and all ready for Tank when he arrives, which should be any minute now.

I bought some new clothes over the summer, including the outfit you see me wearing here.  I sure hope Tank likes it when he sees me.  And I curled my hair which got longer over the summer.   I'm making an extra effort to look nice since I haven't even seen Tank all summer long!

And best of all, the hormones really kicked in over the summer and my breasts grew a lot! 

Excuse me, my phone is ringing.  Oh great, it's Tank!

"Hi Tank! Are you almost here?  The condo is all clean and I...."

"Stop talking!" Tank barked through the phone. "Jesus Christ! Just shut up and listen!"

"OK  Sorry," I replied softly.

"Look, a lot of stuff happened over the summer. I'm engaged," Tank explained flatly.

"What? I don't understand. Are you joking? What are you saying?" I babbled.

"If you would shut the fuck up, I would tell you, you stupid sissy bitch.  You remember Amber Destry, the swimmer from the Hall of Fame event last Spring?"

"Yes," I answered softly. My tummy started doing backflips. Remember Amber?  How could I forget. She was like a living Barbie doll.

"Well we got engaged this summer. And her dad, who's loaded, has bought us a house off campus to live in together."

"But what about our condo? What does..."

"For the last time, shut the fuck up!  The good news for you is that the alum that owns the condo has agreed to let Jefferson and Jackson live there.  And they seemed pretty interested in you when they met you last year, so I decided that you can just start being their sissy from now on."

I couldn't even make sense of what I was hearing. Tank was engaged to a real girl.  I wasn't going to be living with him.  And Tank had just decided that I would now be...given?...to Jefferson and Jackson.  I started to feel faint.

"Got to go," Tank said and he hung up.

I put down my phone and grabbed hold of the kitchen counter to steady myself.  What was happening?  What was I going to do?  I didn't have a penny to my name and I had no where to go.  My head was spinning.

But not for long.  Because just then I heard the front door being unlocked and in walked Jefferson and Jackson.

"Hello sissy!  We're home!" shouted one of them in a loud sing-song voice.  The other one broke out laughing.

"Damn!  Look how he's dressed!  Did you get all dolled up because you knew we were coming?  You are one sexy sissy!" the first one said. 

The other one grabbed me by the throat with one hand and roughly grabbed one of my soft new breasts with the other. "It's true, Jack! The sissy really does have titties like Tank said!"  He kept squeezing my breast and my neck really hard -- and then he licked my face, from my chin up to my forehead.

Then Jack laughed and said, "You know how I love titties!" Then he said, "Keep holding him like that, Jeff.  I'm gonna get this party started!" as he unzipped his pants.

THE END

Sissy Roommate Part 8 -- Spring Break Sissy

The rest of the fall and the winter went by quickly.

Of course, Tank set several new school football records -- and the team did make it to a Bowl Game for the first time in decades.  Even though football season ended, Tank continued to train hard all year round.

I continued to put all my effort into serving Tank and making him happy.  My own school work suffered badly -- I did terribly on two of my fall semester finals. But I realize I can't do everything and I have decided that caring for Tank is my top -- and sometimes only -- priority.

You may remember that last fall, Tank had me start taking birth control pills -- female hormones.  I didn't want to at first but Tank insisted.  Well they have had a powerful effect on me!  Almost immediately, I could feel swelling and intense sensitivity in my nipples and breasts.  My butt and thighs have gotten a lot fuller while the rest of me has gotten even skinnier. My complexion became clearer and my skin softer. And my hair started growing much faster and thicker.  There is no doubt that the birth control pills are starting to make me much more like a real girl!

As spring break approached, Tank told me that he was going to Florida.  Some wealthy alumnus was letting Tank use his beachfront condo for the week.  And do you want to know the best part?  Tank asked me to go with him!!!  I leapt into his arms and kissed him so hard when he asked me!  I was over the moon!                                                                         Of course, I didn't own anything I could wear on a vacation in Florida so I had to ask Tank for some extra money to buy some new things, including the super cute bikini I'm wearing in the photo.  What do you think?                                                                                                 When I go to the beach or to the pool, I wear a pair of extremely tight panties so that I'm totally flat in the front.  And I added some special padding to the bra top that helps push my teeny breasts up so that I look like I have boobs like a real girl.

We had  really great time in Florida -- and I had Tank all to myself.   Well, mostly.  He still went to a local gym every day.  But sometimes I went with him.  I was able to take a Zumba dance/exercise class with a bunch of other ladies which was really fun.  

The whole week was a dream.  I would get up extra early to take my shower and to make myself look pretty before Tank even woke up.  Then I would make him breakfast and then Tank would have sex with me.  I think we did it in every room and on every piece of furniture in the condo!  After that would would go out to the beach or to the condo's pool.  I think it really turned Tank on seeing me out in public in my bikinis!  And even though the beach was public, Tank still made me give him secret hand jobs -- right there on the beach!

And in the evenings, Tank would take me out to restaurants and night clubs.  It was like we were really boyfriend and girlfriend!

I was so proud to be seen with Tank.  First of all, he looked so handsome when he put on a nice shirt and pants to go out. And of course, a lot of people would recognize him when we were out and would ask for autographs and selfies.  I felt like I was being escorted by a Hollywood celebrity!  It was so exciting and dreamy!

Tank was so nice to me the whole time we were away.  He even bought me a little gold necklace -- it's a pretty mermaid pendant on a thin gold chain -- for me as a souvenir of our trip.

I was so happy while we were in Florida.  I felt like the time there -- parading around in my bikinis, being on the arm of a handsome man, receiving a lovely piece of jewelry -- was making more feminine, more girlish, every day.  I think the experience was changing how I thought and how I felt about myself -- and how I felt about Tank. One night, as I was sleeping tightly wrapped in Tank's arms, I even dreamed that I was Tank's wife.  Isn't that incredible?  

I'm really in love with Tank.

Sissy Roommate Part 7 -- Romantic Autumn Afternoon

When Thanksgiving week came around, most students left to go home to spend the week with their families.  But Tank had a big game and practices over the Thanksgiving break, so I stayed to be with him.  And when Tank wasn't at his two-a-day practices or in the gym, he was spending his free time with me.  Here some photos that Tank took of me one afternoon.  He had me get all dressed up and we went into the woods.  He brought a bottle of wine and we found a secluded place where we drank it and then had sex -- right there in the woods!                                                                                                                                   As I've said, my life is getting a bit confusing and complicated since I'm spending so much time dressed up and acting as a sissy girl.  Tank is insisting that I should be dressed and made-up like a girl any time that he's in the dorm room!  I want to make Tank happy -- and I certainly don't want him to be angry with me -- but it's really hard for me to do what Tank is demanding.

To give you a sense of how complicated my life has become: I have to be all dressed and looking pretty for Tank when he returns to the dorm around 9:00 after his early morning work-outs.  He's already eaten breakfast with the team but I always have some eggs and toast ready for him when he comes in that I make on the little hot plate we have. While he eats, he likes to watch ESPN on the TV -- and get a blow job from me.  Tank finishes with his breakfast (and with my mouth) a few minutes before 10:00.  Then he goes off to take his shower and do whatever he does all morning (I don't think he goes to a lot of classes).                                                                                                                            But I have 10:00 lectures to get every day -- and no time to wash off my make up and change back into my boy clothes.  At first I was skipping a bunch of lectures but I was really falling behind.  I realized the only way I could keep up with my lessons was to rush over to the lecture halls still dressed as a girl. I keep to myself and try to sit in the back so that I don't attract too much attention.  But sometimes a boy will sit next to me and try to flirt with me.  I guess I find that sort of exciting, but I try not to encourage it too much.

After my morning lectures, I stop by the dining hall -- still dressed as a girl -- and quickly eat my lunch.  At first I thought everyone would notice me, but so far I haven't had any real issues. Then I rush back to the dorm because Tank usually shows up there around 12:30 after he's had lunch with his buddies.  When Tank arrives, we usually make-out for a little while and then he has sex with me.                                                                                                         I had to beg Tank to let me change back into my boy clothes in the afternoons because that's when I have my small classes.  I can get away with sitting in a big lecture hall pretending to be a girl -- but that doesn't work at all for the small classes.  But since I don't have any classes on Friday afternoons, I usually stay dressed as a girl all day long.

Something else happened on that trip to the woods over Thanksgiving.  After Tank had finished fucking me, he handed me a small bag.  "You have to start taking these," he said.  I looked inside and wasn't sure what I was looking at. "They're birth control pills," Tank explained. "You know, female hormones.  They will make you more like a real girl."  I asked him where he got them and he explained that he told the team doctor that he needed the pills for his girlfriend, and the doctor handed him a six-month supply, no questions asked.

"But I don't think boys are supposed to take those," I stammered. "I mean, those are only for real girls."

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid sissy bitch. I said you're going to take them and that's what you're going to do. In fact, take the first one right now!" 

I fumbled with the packaging and managed to pop out a single pill from it's container. I washed it down with the wine.

"Good," said Tank.  "Now suck me off quick before I have to go to practice."

My Sissy Neighbor -- Part 11: Some BIG Changes

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A Sissy Nanny -- part 4

In addition to being little Greggie's sissy wet nurse, we decided that Sissy Susie should pump fresh milk for Greg Sr.'s morning coffee.  That's right!  Now every morning when Sissy Susie brings Greg and me our breakfast in bed, there is a little little pitcher of Sissy Susie's warm, creamy sissy milk on the tray.  I'll admit it's an acquired taste, but now my Greg won't drink coffee without it!

Whenever Greg sees Sissy Susie nursing or pumping -- or sometimes both -- Greg can't resist going up to Sissy Susie's face and saying "Mooooooo!"  Tears start to well up in Susie's eyes every time, realizing that he has been reduced to little more than a bizarre combination of a slave and dairy cow.  Little Greggie giggles every time he hears his daddy go, "Mooooooo!"

Last night Greg and I were making love.  As always, Sissy Susie stood silently in the corner, ready to fetch us a drink or some lube or a towel.  The front of his satin blouse was covered with milk stains, which happens every time he watches Greg and me fuck. When we were done, Greg said to me, "Say, after the twins come, how is the Sissy going to feed all the babies? Maybe we need to get him an extra boob!"  We both burst out laughing at that idea.  "Just like in that movie, Total Recall!" I added, barely able to breathe because I was laughing so hard.

Poor little Sissy Susie definitely wasn't laughing.  Tears started to stream down his pretty, made-up face.  Greg looked over at the totally humiliated Sissy Susie, tears and milk spilling uncontrollably out of his feminized body.  "It's like having a fountain in our bedroom," he said.  We collapsed in laughter again.

"You're right," I said.  "It's so romantic having a fountain in our bedroom!  Fuck me again!"  And he did while my sissy husband silently watched.

A Sissy Nanny -- Part 2

Turning your ex husband into a full time Sissy Nanny is so rewarding.  You get to have all the fun of becoming a Mommy without having to do any of the work!  That's what Sissy Nannies are for.  Plus you get to enjoy watching your pathetic ex-husband work himself to exhaustion caring for the baby that your lover fathered.  It doesn't get any better than that!  Or does it?

There have been amazing advances in medicine recently.  Did you know that there are now drugs that encourage lactation?  It's true.  That means your Sissy Nanny can breast feed your baby!  You can create your own Sissy Wet Nurse!

When I learned about this, I was so excited!  I wanted to have my sissy ex-husband breastfeed my lover's child.  I called Ms. Trainer and she directed me to a doctor who would prescribe the meds.

It takes a little while, but after a few weeks of pumping your sissy full of these hormones, his breasts will start to balloon -- and voila!  Before you know it your confused little sissy will start leaking milk, having no idea what you have just done to him.  My Sissy Susie started sobbing when I explained he was now a wet nurse.  I punished him severely for that and reminded him, "There's no point crying over spilled milk!"  That joke still makes me laugh.


Anyway, it took a little coaching, but Nanny Susie (that's what we call him now) soon got the hang of breastfeeding. It turns out that my strong little Greggie Jr. has quite the appetite.  It seems like he is forever latched onto Nanny Susie's boobs, sucking away, day and night.  Greggie Jr.'s feedings leave Sissy Susie's nipples so red and raw and sore. Poor little Nanny Susie!  Just kidding.  I don't give a shit.




Doesn't little Greggie Jr. look cute in this picture?  He simply attacks those breasts when he's hungry. I can tell Greggie is going to grow into a real man, just like his father.   And just look at how huge Nanny Susie's tits are in this photo.  And I swear they are still getting bigger!




And here's a photo I took of Greggie nursing when we were on vacation in Florida.  Greg Sr. and I had such fun, playing golf, riding jet skis, dining out, going to clubs.  Nanny Susie kept busy taking care of my baby.  Here are the two of them by the pool.  I love making Nanny Susie nurse in public. Nanny Sissy looks so tired in this photo, doesn't he?  I guess that's because a Sissy Nanny's work is never done. And don't forget, just because your sissy is caring for and breastfeeding your baby, there is absolutely no reason that you and your lover can't still enjoy what's important -- like having your sissy serve you breakfast in bed each morning and all the other services your sissy performed before you had a baby.

Last night, after Nanny Susie had put Greggie to bed, cleaned up the dinner dishes and finished all his other evening chores, Greg Sr. and I shared some marvelous news with him.  I'm pregnant again!  And this time it's twins!

Completing my Husband's Sissy Journey -- Part 1

My husband is gorgeous!!! Don't you agree?

Two years ago, I decided that I wanted my crossdressing husband to go full-time as a woman.  This would require some surgery, some hormones and, of course, a lot a changes to his lifestyle.  I know he didn't like the idea at first but he is too much of a sissy to resist anything I say.

And now I have my very own beautiful, obedient lesbian love slave.  His new name is Colette.  

My husband had admitted to me that he was a crossdresser from the very early in our relationship.  I didn't mind.  He was a gentle, sweet man and if he enjoyed occassionaly acting and dressing as a woman, I wasn't going to stop him.  But over time I learned that he was more than a crossdresser.  He was, deep inside, a sissy who desparately needed a strong, confident woman -- like me -- to control him.  To own him.





Soon after we were married it became very clear that I was to be the decision maker in the family.   I was delighted to be in control and never questioned.  All he wanted to do was to please me and serve me.  For me, it was wonderful having a sweet little sissy slavishly tending to my every need.

But after a while, endulging my husband's fantasies grew constraining.  His dress-up games kept us locked up in side our home.  I wanted more social activity, more excitement.  The solution, I decided, was to turn my husband into a full-time girl.

So now, during the week, he is my full-time sissy housewife. Colette takes care of our home while I am at work.  And in the evenings, we go out to restaurants and bars, the theater and shopping.  We do everything together.  It is so much fun for me.

And when we get home, the sex is amazing.  I get so turned on watching my sweet sissy housewife underdress, revealing the sexy lingerie I like him to wear.  It is so exciting as Colette crawls up between my thighs as he brings me to orgasm over and over with his soft full lips and his talented tounge.

But during the weekends, that's when things get really exciting...

  

Young Sissy Created for Older Men

Stepmother was so excited!  Tonight, Sissy Suzette was going out on his first date -- with a MAN!

Sissy Suzette's cruel stepmother, Mildred, had been transforming her stepson Stanley from a normal teenage boy into a feminized plaything for older men.  Two years ago,  Stanley/Suzette's father ran off with another woman, leaving Mildred to care for Stanley on her own.  She decided that she would take her revenge on her husband by destroying his only son.

And so, after two years of hormones, strict training and brainwashing, it all came down to this.  Poor Sissy Suzette!  He is so terrified about being sent on a date.  He was close to tears this afternoon as Mildred helped him with his hair and make-up.   

Mildred had posted Suzette's profile on Match.com, including some sexy, glamourous photos.  The profile said Suzette was 19 years old -- and that she was interested in dates with much older men.  Well, within days it seemed like millions of men in the area eagerly responded.  Mildred was delighted when she discovered that she could subject poor little Suzette to a limitless number of romantic encounters with different men.

Mildred carefully selected outfits for Sissy Suzette that were both sexy and classy.  A rigorous diet cimbined with a little padding in all the right places gave Sissy Suzette the alluring shape of a pretty young woman.  And with relentless training, Sissy Suzette could now talk and sit and eat and walk exactly like a girl. 

It was time for Sissy Suzette's first encounter.  The date was arranged at a french restaurant downtown.  Mildred sat at a nearby table and enjoyed the show!  Suzette's date, a 50 year old executive, was practically drooling throughout dinner, ogling the pretty young thing sitting across from him.  Sissy Stanley flirted with the older man as his stepmother had trained him. 

Watching the bizarre scene unfold was getting Mildred excited.  She even felt her panties become damp as she saw Sissy Suzette's date place his hand on Suzette's stockinged knee under the table.  This was going even better than she had hoped!

When dinner was over, Mildred followed the pair out to the parking lot where the two were passionately making out, the older man pressing her stepson against the man's BMW as he aggressively kissed the pretend girl.  After a few moments, the two climbed into the man's car.  Soon the two would be back at the man's house, where Sissy Suzette would pleasure his date with his soft manicured hands and his red glossy lips.  As Mildred watched them drive off, she had an orgasm imagining her nephew Stanley sucking on his date's cock and making him cum. 

Mildred rushed home to arrange many, many more dates for her sissy nephew.

A Sissy's Titties Are Put to Good Use

Look at my pathetic sissy husband now!  And to think that I endured years of abuse from this sissy faggot.

Two years ago, he accidentally left his computer on and I saw that he was visiting this website, Linda's Tormented Sissies and Forced Feminization Captions!  I was absolutely horrified by what I saw in this blog.  It was filled with disgusting stories with graphic pictures about men being forced to become sissy playthings for their cruel Masters and Mistresses.

After discovering his internet habit, I started going through his closets and drawers to see what else I would find.  Well, not only did I find a whole suitcase of women's clothing that he must dress up when I'm not home, but I even found a stack of magazines called "Forced Womanhood." Gross.

I didn't waste any time.  Within 48 hours, I "enrolled" the little sissy in a forced fem clinic, arranged for a divorce and got on with my life. 

Now, two years later, I have a whole new life.  My ex-husband is back home -- but he is now my sexy, big boobed sissy slave.  He is now completely docile and obedient.  And serves me -- and my hunky new boyfriend --  whenever and however we desire. 

My boyfriend has an enormous cock.  Monstrous, really.  And he really enjoys tittie fucking my ex!  First he pours some ice cold lube between hubby's tits.  Then he starts ramming away.  Hubby has been trained to press his big boobs together around my boyfriend's cock.  And on every stroke, my sissy hubby has to open his mouth wide to accept the head of my boyfriend's huge cock.   In and out, up and down, back and forth -- my boyfriend's huge dick rams into my ex's mouth -- over and over and over. Until my boyfriend cums.  Then he rams his dick deep into my sissy's mouth and pumps his hot cum down my ex's throat.

Sometimes I get out my camcorder and video my sissy hubby's tittie fucking performances.  Maybe I'll post these videos on Linda's Tormented Sissies site!



Sissy Goes Outside Part 5

For the last few weeks, I've been with Dick every possible minute.  We spend hours in his apartment where he lets me suck on his cock and please him in other ways.  I love making him cum!  It makes me feel alive and valuable to know that I'm giving my Man the pleasure he deserves.

And now we go out together at night too, several times a week.  We go to the movies and bars and restaurants.  It is so exciting to be the feminized Sissy possession of a big strong man.  I love spending my afternoons making myself pretty for Master Dick.  And I love spending my nights being kissed and fucked by him.

I am working so hard to make myself more feminine and sexy for Dick.  I've been dieting and lost seven pounds.  And I've started taking my sister's birth control pills.  The pills have already started making my skin softer and prettier and my nipples have become very swollen and sensitive.

Dick is nice to me almost all the time.  But sometimes I disappoint him and he has to punish me.  I understand.  It is important that I learn to be a perfect Sissy and to always please my Master.  Sometimes Master Dick has to spank me if I have failed him in some way.  He seems to like spanking me, especially if we are out in public.  I am very grateful to my Master for helping me to become a better Sissy.

Master Dick had told me that he had "special plans" for tonight. So I stole this elegant outfit and strappy I I wanted to look my best for my big night with Master Dick, so I borrowed and pretty lacy outfit and sexy strappy shoes from my mother's closet. Then I spent most of the afternoon at the beauty salon and had the girls give me "the works". They even gave my hair some pretty highlights.   I feel so beautiful and feminine!  Dick almost fainted when he saw me!

Dick had made reservation at the fancy French restaurant overlooking the river.  It was all so romantic!  And then, as we were waiting for dessert, Dick got down on one knee.  The whole restaurant went silent and everyone was watching us.  Then, Dick pulled a ring from his pocket and said loudly enough for all to hear, "Will you marry me?  Would you be my Sissy Wife?"

"Oh yes!  Yes!" I exclaimed.  "Of course I'll be your Sissy Wife!"

The people in the restaurant clapped, although they seemed a bit confused by what they just saw and heard.

So now I am going to be married to my Master Dick, who I adore and worship.  I will be able to dedicate the rest of my life to pleasing and serving my Master/Husband.  I am so happy!

And it is all because my sister and her friends caught me dressing in her clothes just a few months ago.  What a lucky Sissy I am!

A Sissy's Passage to India

Sissy Kismet was one of my bus depot runaway finds. He was young, small, alone and desperate. Just perfect for me!

I had an outstanding order from an Indian textile billionaire.  He had given me very precise specifications but I just couldn't find the right raw materials to make the Sissy wife he wanted. He also had a practically unlimited budget, so I was motivated not to disappoint this client.

Just as I was about to give up hope, I stumbled upon this perfect little sissy-to-be. It was easy to lure this frightened, exhausted little runaway back to my home where I could perform my feminization magic.

Within 24 hours, my latest acquisition was begging to be returned to his wretched life as a hungry bus depot runaway -- anything to escape the horror of his forced transformation.  I had to do a rush job.  My Indian client wanted to take delivery in just seven months so I pulled out all the stops.  Little Sissy Kismet's life became a non-stop, 24/7 exercise in extreme feminization.   I used massive dosages of hormones, some quick surgeries combined with brutal behavior modification training to perform the rapid transformation.

In preparation for my client taking delivery of his new young Sissy bride, he had purchased a traditional Indian wedding outfit -- complete with a long silk sari, veil and jewelry -- and had it shipped to me.  On the day my client came to inspect his new possession for the first time, I dressed the precious little Sissy in his wedding dress and jewels and carefully did his make-up to make him look both exotic and innocent.  I was delighted with how he looked.

Poor Sissy Kismet was in such a panic waiting for his new Husband and Master to arrive.  The pathetic little thing was literally quivering with terror.  But things really started to be fun when my client arrived.

My rich Indian client was repulsive.  He was a fat, disgusting brute.  He even smelled bad.  But when he first laid eyes on Sissy Kismet, I could tell that I had exceeded his expectations.  As he walked around his Sissy bride, inspecting his purchase, his excitement mounted.  The Sissy just stood there, motionless as he had been trained, his eyes looking down to the floor.  The disgusting businessman gave his Sissy's ass a firm squeeze.  He reached one massive hand down the front of his Sissy's sari, roughly feeling the Sissy's tiny but growing breasts.  Sissy let our an adorable little yelp when that happened.

The businessman started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, but I stopped him.  "Oh no!  You can't do that yet.  Not until you've paid!"

"Fine." the businessman grumbled.  "I'm late for a meeting anyway."  He re-zipped his pants and picked up the briefcase he had brought with him.  "Here," he said as he handed me the case.  I opened it.  Inside were stacks of hundred dollar bills.  My full payment in cash.

"Deliver him to my private plane in the morning," he said to me.  And to his lovely little Sissy he said, "And when we arrive in India, you and I will be married.  Won't that be wonderful!  You will be my little Sissy wife and slave for the rest of your life."

Sissy Weddings!!! A Sissy Prepares to Walk Down the Aisle

Oh, I do enjoy a Sissy wedding!

It is such fun preparing a reluctant Sissy for his big day.  Ideally, a Sissy doesn't even get to meet his new Master/Husband until he is standing on the alter, repeating the vows that I've written for him.

Sissy Bethany's wedding was such a special day.  Over the past two years, relentless training, surgery and hormones had transformed an ordinary young man into an exquisite feminized Sissy.  The tranformation was difficult, but Sissy Bethany was beginning to understand that he had no hope of ever regaining either his freedom or his masculinity.  And physically, Sissy Bethany's transformation was nearly perfect.  His facial features were delicate and beautiful, his breasts were full and luscious, and his skin was silky and smooth.

It was only two weeks ago that I informed Sissy Bethany that I had arranged for him to be married.  I told him in lurid detail how he was soon to become the property of a real man.  He sobbed when I told him this.  He was terrified by the idea of becoming the Sissy Wife and Slave to a superior male that he had never met.  How he begged me not to make him marry another man!

But of course, nobody cares what a Sissy wants.  And I warned him sternly that I would tolerate no complaints or misbehavior on his wedding day.

When the big day came, I had the girls from the salon meet at us the church where there is a small room near the back where brides can get ready.  The salon girls did a lovely job -- both with his make-up and with tormenting him.  Then I dressed him in the most adorable bridal lingerie set I had ever seen.  The corset-like top showed off his big soft boobs so nicely.  He wore 4 inch white satin pumps on his stockinged feet.  I pinned the lace-trimmed veil to his hair.  He eyed with fear and curiousity the enormous white garment bag hanging in the corner, holding the gown he had never seen.

The guests were arriving.  From the room in the back, I had Sissy Bethany peak out into the church.  There were over 200 guests (all friends of the Groom, of course)  seated in the pews, all happily chatting with one another, waiting for the ceremony to begin.   That's when his fear blossomed into a full panic.  "Please Mistress, PLEASE!" the pathetic thing begged.  "Please don't make me do this!"

Well that did it.  I slapped him hard across the face and screamed at him, "Now listen here, Missy!  Stop your whining right this minute.  You are going to march up that aisle like a good sissy and surrender yourself to your new Husband and Master!  Or do I have to give you a spanking?"  My voice was loud enough to be heard by the guests in the church, who all started laughing at Sissy Bethany's humiliation.

Just then the organ started playing the Wedding March.  "Time to go, Sissy," I said.

"Alright, Mistress," Sissy managed to say through his tears.  "I'll be good.  Will you help me with my gown?" he asked, pointing to the garment bag.

"Oh no, Sissy.  No gown for you.  Because you misbehaved, you can be married dressed just as you are.  I'm sure your Husband/Master will enjoy seeing you wearing your sissy lingerie as you recite your vows to him.  And I'll bet some guests won't be able resist giving you a feel as you walk pass."

Sissy Bethany went pale with shock.  I handed the Sissy his bouquet and literally shoved him out the door.  "Start walking," I said pointing down the aisle.  And that's what Sissy Bethany did, slowly and shamefully walking down the aisle, wearing only his exquisite lingerie and veil, towards his future as a Sissy Slave Wife.  The guests hooted and laughed as the humiliated and half-naked Sissy walked by.

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 Honeymoon

For the last two years, I have been under the strict and controlling hand of Master Roman.  He has trained and transformed me into an exquisitiely feminine, obedient and docile Sissy.

At first I resisted my captivity and transformation.  But Master Roman skillfully -- and often cruelly -- destroyed my will to resist as he forced my inner femininity to blossom.  Eventually I learned to embrace my new existance as Master Roman's obedient Sissy servant.  My life now revolves around pleasing and serving my Master -- and nothing else.

I must have succeeded in pleasing Master Roman because he asked me to marry him!  We had a lovely, private ceremony where I took my vow of obedience and servitude, and then Master Roman whisked me down to Jamaica for our Honeymoon. 

As we stood under the waterfall, I could feel Master Roman's cock getting hard as he pressed against me.  He held me tightly in his big strong arms, kissing me.  His hands moved up to my soft little breasts that had developed from the hormones Master Roman had been giving me.  He untied the little bikini top that I was wearing.  I moaned softly as his fingers played with my swollen, sensitive nipples.

"Who are you?" Master Roman whispered into my ear.

"I am your obedient and loving Sissy Wife," I replied as he had trained me.  He smiled.

"And who am I?" Master asked.

"You are my Husband and my Master who I will serve and obey and for the rest of my life.  My only purpose is to please you," I said, reciting the acceptable answer. 

Master nodded and replied, "That's right.  And now to please me I want you to suck my cock."

I instantly fell to my knees and quickly pulled Master's cock into my mouth.  The water where we were standing was fairly deep so I struggled to breathe as I pulled his enormous hard rod into my mouth. 

As he started to cum, Master Roman said, "Sissy Wives don't need to breathe.  They just need to suck cock."  He then pushed my head underwater and held it there.  Even though I was practically drowning, I felt so fulfilled knowing that I was performing a service that pleased my Husband/Master so greatly.  It felt wonderful to being a good Sissy Wife, on my knees, feeling my Master/Husband's hot cum blasting into my mouth and down my throat.  Even as I started to lose consciousness, I ensured that I had thoroughly drained my Master/Husband and had swallowed every drop.

When I regained consciousness, I was on the floor of our hotel room.  These was a note jammed in my bikini bottoms that said, "Get cleaned up and put on new bikini.  Meet me in hot tub next to the big pool.  Hurry.  I need another underwater blowjob right now."

A Sissy Wife's job is never done.

A Sissy's New Bra

Sissy Monica looked down sadly at his expanding breasts.

Mother had started her Sissy son on a rigorous feminization program ever since finding a collection of graphic forced feminization magazines under his bed.  "Is this what you want, you pathetic faggot!" she screamed when she found his secret stash.  "I can make this happen to you, you know.  You're not much of a man anyway are you?  You're a pathetic excuse of a male, just like your father was!"

And from that day day forward, Sissy Monica was forced to live his life as a girl.  Sissy Monica was so ashamed of Mother's discovery and so scared of her temper, that he didn't fight back. 

At first, he continued to go to high school as a boy, transforming back into a Sissy girl as soon as he got home.  Mother filled Sissy Monica's closet and drawers with pretty girl clothes and taught him how to put on make-up and fix his hair.  At first, to make Sissy Monica look really girlish, Mother filled the cups of his bra with realistic silicone breast forms.

But that was months ago.  But since then, after Mother's strict regiman of dieting, figure training and hormones, Sissy Monica's body had started to change. 

Recognizing these obvious changes in her son's body, Mother gave Sissy Monica a very exciting gift.  It was a padded bra.  Mother ordered him to put it on.

Sissy Monica slipped the straps on over his skinny shoulders while Mother watched.  He expertly fastened the clasp behind his back.  To his horror, Sissy Monica realized that his own boobs neatly filled the cups of his new bra.  You see, Sissy Monica no longer needed to wear the breast forms -- his own breasts had swollen quite dramatically in the last few weeks.  Sissy Monica now had a curvy, womanly bust with just his own boobs in his own padded bra.

"Ohhhhh!" Mother cooed, "Look at you!  My little Sissy Monica has blossomed into a real lady!  Tomorrow let's go shopping for a cute swimsuit for you!"  Sissy Monica started to cry, realizing that he would be stuck forever as a Sissy girl and never again be able to live his life as a boy.

Sissy Monica never returned to high school after that day.  But later that spring Mother and her "daughter" Sissy Monica went on a 10-day Carribean cruise during which Mother delighted parading her reluctant Sissy Monica in the prettiest and most revealing cocktail dresses and swimsuits, putting her Sissy's new cleavage on display for all to see and admire. 

A Sissy for the Entire Family to Enjoy!

When my Father ran off with another woman two years ago, my Stepmother became crazed with anger.  I knew that she had never really liked me and now that Father was gone, I knew that I would bear the brunt of her rage.  


I remember the day that she decided that she had too many boys to raise.  You see, she already had four sons of her own, all of whom were big and strong and brutish and mean.  Over dinner one night, Stepmother announced that from that moment on, that I would be a girl, her "daughter".  She said that I was already "girlish" to begin with and that I was probably a secret "sissy faggot" anyway, so turning me into a girl would be easy.  Her four sons roared with laughter when she said this, while I ran from the kitchen in tears and hid in my room.  I was so scared of what was going to happen to me and so ashamed to be called names like "Sissy" and "faggot" in front of my half brothers.

My life changed completely.  From that day forward, I was continuously with my Stepmother.  I even slept in a small cot in her bedroom.  I no longer went to school.  All of my old clothes were thrown away.  I was allowed to wear only my Stepmother's old dresses.  I even had to wear her underwear and her high heeled shoes.  My days were spent in dresses and make-up, cooking for and cleaning up after my four half brothers.  Stepmother punished me harshly if my chores were not done perfectly or if my behavior was not completely feminine.  I was taken to see several doctors and given shots and pills and soon I started to notice changes in my body.

After a while, I didn't mind so much the tiring and demeaning chores I did all day.  But I dreaded the end of the day when the boys would return home.  They relentlessly teased me, calling me names, slapping and pinching my butt, grabbing and squeezing my growing breasts.  It was awful.

Whenever Stepmother and the boys went into town to go to a restaurant or see a movie, I would be left behind.  Stepmother said that I couldn't be trusted to behave properly unsupervised, so I would be tied up in the storage room over the garage whenever they went out. 

Tonight, Stepmother was taking the boys into town for dinner.  Because Stepmother was angry with me for something I did or didn't do, she made me take off my dress and undies before being imprisoned in the garage attic for the evening.  The boys loved staring at me being paraded through the house naked by their mother!  The attic was so cold and uncomfortable.  I sat there for hours with nothing to do but to think about what a nightmare my life had become.

But at least tonight, I was alone.  That was better than being groped and abused by the boys.  Whenever Stepmother was out -- or any other time the boys could get me alone -- they would do things to me.  And make me do things to them.  It was horrible and disgusting and painful.  The boys used me a like a real girl, pumping gallons of their hot, sticky cum into to me and all over me.

The oldest one, Carl, was the worst.  He was mean and stupid and huge.  He not only liked to fuck me, but he really enjoyed hurting me at the same time, slapping me, pulling my hair, twisting my arms up hard behind my back.  Well at least the boys were out tonight.  Or so I thought.

That's when I heard Carl's heavy footsteps clumping up the stairs to the attic.  "Guess what, Sissy?  I came home early tonight.  So you and I can have some fun together and nobody will bother us.  Won't that be fun?"  He was already unzipping his jeans as he approached me.  I scrambled to me feet in a useless attempt to get away from him, but my hands were tied and I had no where to go.

He grabbed me with his huge rough hands.  He squeezed my boobs really hard and licked my face all over with his disgusting, drooly tongue.

"You are all mine tonight, Sissy," he hissed into my ear as I started to cry.