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How I became a Sissy
By Britney
Hi my name is Dave and this is the story of my relationship
with my girlfriend Kelly, and some unexpected changes that
occurred between us.
I guess I shall start around the time period just after my
23rd birthday. Kelly and I had been dating about a year
already. Raised by her strict father who happened to be a
police officer, Kelly had always been an emotionally strong
and self-sufficient woman. I have always felt this
complimented myself nicely seeing how I was somewhat weak
willed and at times somewhat needy, it was always nice to
have a strong lover to rely on.
Although we seemed to work fine together, Kelly and I often
kept are own separate friends. I used to bring her to some
of my friends houses early on in the relationship when we
went out at night, but she never seemed to care for them.
She was always one of the few girls there, and would often
complain to me that they were just a bunch of testosterone
driven alcoholics who simply were beneath me. I took these
comments in stride as I often did around her, and in time
we grew apart in our social lives.
Despite our separate social lives she would often voice
concern about my drinking and drug use that I would engage
in around my friends. One time she even found out through
some mutual acquaintances that when we first started dating
I used to brag about my sex life. At first I denied it from
the sheer guilt I felt but eventually came clean and
explained that at the time I was very insecure about my
masculinity and felt I had to compensate for it. I told her
of the guilt I felt as I became more and more enamored with
her that caused me to stopped doing that.
Despite my sincerity she still seemed very upset and I
feared that I would lose her. I asked her what I could do
to make it up to her, she told me that if we were to
continue seeing each other I must curtail my drinking
somewhat when I went out and stop my drug use altogether.
Hastily I agreed with much alacrity and once again
apologized for my actions, so grateful was I for her
forgiveness. Things went pretty smoothly for the next few
months, until I started getting occasionally ridiculed by
my friends for my succumbing to my girlfriend's requests.
I soon started using drugs again on my nights out,
occasionally at first, but eventually more frequently. For
my 23rd birthday my friends had chipped together and bought
me an ounce of pot. I shared allot of it with them, but
unable to rid myself of it so I brought it back to the
apartment Kelly and I had recently started living in and
stowed it away in my closet. It is at this point 10 days
into my 23rd year of life that my story truly begins.
The night was like any other rainy Saturday evening. I had
spent most of my day with Kelly and gone out at night for a
few drinks with my friends. I stayed out allot later then I
expected and came swaggering through the door of my
apartment at about three a little dazed and was surprised
to find Kelly still up and waiting for me on the couch.
"Well hello there love." I said through a wry smirk on my
face.
That smirk quickly disappeared as she lunged at me and
smacked me hard against my cheek, quickly bringing me back
to sobriety.
"You little shit!" she cried. "I was looking through your
closet for an umbrella and I found your stash you lying
dick."
"I am so sorry." I started to stammer, but she cut me off.
"It's okay honey," she said with a hint of anger in her
voice. "I decided it wouldn't be safe here so I put it in
your knapsack and brought it to my parents house, when I
stopped by earlier this evening to drop off my car since
Dad's was in the shop. Boy, wouldn't it be a shame if I
called him up asking and told him you needed your bag back
and he found it."
Wide eyed I stared at her in bewilderment. "You w..."
"I would."
"But your father likes me, he wouldn't have me arrested."
"Maybe he would change his mind if I told him about how you
always hit me." she hissed with a superior grin on her
face.
"But I never..." I started to say but the grin on her face
told me my innocence wasn't a concern. "That's not fair! "
I shouted shaking and so worked up that I was almost
crying.
"Oh and its fair that I have to put up with my sniveling
drunken pothead boyfriend who would rather spend his time
acting all tough and impressing his worthless friends with
lurid details of our sex life. That time and again I have
to be the one strong enough to forgive your indiscretions
while you offer me lies in return. There are going to be
some serious changes around here."
Tears started to well up in my eyes as I fell back on the
couch obviously shaken. "What do you want?" I asked her
fearfully.
Much to my suprise she didn't seem all that angry any more
she sat down next to me and stroked her hand through the
back of my long brown hair. The edges of her lips spread
into a grin.
"Well dear you're going to be a good little boy from now
on." she said obviously pleased with herself.
"We'll discuss the details in the morning honey, get some
sleep. " She said and with a light slap on my cheek she
walked off into the bedroom.
***
The next morning I awoke and stumbled out of bed into the
kitchen to find Kelly already up and eating breakfast. I
joined her in uneasy silence afraid to utter a word about
last night and risk he ire so early in the day.
Occasionally she would look at me over the table with a sly
grin grazing her lips as if she knew something I didn't.
More then happy to see she wasn't angry I returned with a
cautious smile. After breakfast she asked, actually more
like she just ordered me to clean up and join her in the
bedroom when I was done.
I entered the bedroom to find her sitting on the bed, she
patted the mattress next to her and I came over and sat
down at her side. She lightly grabbed me by the bottom of
the chin and turned my face so that I was looking directly
into her deep brown eyes.
"So is my Davey Wavey going to be a good little boy like he
promised?" she cooed.
"Yes." I heard escape my lips in a whisper as I blushed
from being referred too in such a childlike manner.
"Good." she quickly replied smiling widely. "Now listen
closely," she said sternly tightening her grip on my
cheeks. "Is my little Davey Wavey going to do everything I
tell him without question? If you don't want to I am sure
you'll make plenty of friends in jail who will appreciate
hearing how tough you really are." She stated as she
caressed the tips of my hair between her fingers.
I felt anxiety welling up within my chest at the mention of
her threat, as I meekly once again agreed while caught
within her gaze. At that point she stood up and led me into
the bathroom by the hand.
"Get in the tub and take your clothes off." she commanded.
Briefly I stared at her confused by her request, despite
the fact that my extremities seemed to agree with her. She
handed me a can of shaving cream, a razor, and a woman's
leg razor.
"Now we are going to sit here until every inch of hair is
shaved off of your body. Except for that hair on your head
of course."
It took about an hour and half for me to shave myself
completely hairless shaking and feeling uncomfortable as
she sat and watched the whole process. When I finished up
she left the room briefly and returned with a pair of pink
panties and a matching light pink bra.
"Put them on." she growled in a low serious voice.
I could not help but comply. She led me into the bedroom in
my skimpy undergarments and handed me a light blue dress
that I slipped on and looped over my shoulders. She walked
me over in front of the mirror and sat me in a chair that
she had sat in front of it. I was literally shaking as my
face turned beat red and I stared at myself in the mirror
in my new attire. I had never felt so embarrassed before in
my life.
She came up behind me and started to tease my hair with a
comb, stroking its teeth up and down my long locks of brown
hair. She brought out a curling iron and proceeded to curl
my hair inward at the ends. Fussing around with the top of
it a little. Shame welled up in me and I felt paralyzed
staring into the mirror as she continues to fix my hair up
as if I was some teenage girl. When she finished she sat
back and looked at her work.
"Hmm, you know my dear, I think you would be better as a
blond."
For the next few hours she proceeded to dye my hair a
strawberry blonde shade all the while asking me what the
people at work would think of my new look tomorrow. I sat
there horrified, with sweat dripping down the forehead as I
though of having to come up with a reason why I would have
dyed my hair. When she finished she stepped back and
smiled.
"Aw what a sweet little sissy my Davey Wavey makes." I
blushed deeply and looked to the ground.
"Now for a little makeup and we can discuss what my new
duties my wittle girl will be taking on." she mocked as she
reached for some lipstick.
My heart sank deep in my chest and if I could I would have
crawled in there with it. Worst of all as she would mock me
I would feel myself getting aroused. What kind of a man was
I? Horrified I could only wonder what the rest of the day
would bring.
***
Though that first day was the roughest it could not
possibly have prepared me for the changes that Kelly would
impose upon my life. Over the next two weeks I was not
given a moments rest. From the moment I would get up in the
morning she was there. She would watch as I showered and
prepared for my day making sure I took time each morning to
re-shave my body even though only sprouts of hair could
barely be seen peaking through my epidermis. When I had to
use the bathroom she was there also making sure I was
seated before I could pee.
Even when I dressed for work each day she would not leave
me. She made sure each morning before I put on my work
clothes I would put on a silky pair of panties, a bra, and
pantyhose. I was expected home from work at exactly five
thirty each day if not sooner, at which point I had to
immediately strip into my undergarments and sit in front of
the mirror while she teased my hair and chose what sort of
look I would have for the remainder of the evening. Some
days she would even ask me to choose how I wanted my hair
which was all the more mortifying, not having the slightest
idea what hair style I would pick. Part of my new duties
was to take on all the cooking and cleaning of the
apartment, often while I was doing this she would just
watch me and tease me about what a good little girl I was
being. I was always made to wear a dress and full make up.
If she deemed I was really well behaved I was allowed to
beg her to let me wear hot pants and a midriff in lieu of
the dresses and skirts.
The only time I was allowed to dress remotely masculine was
when we went out to the mall. She would let me wear spandex
and a tight fitting sleeveless shirt. My strawberry blonde
hair was kept up in a high ponytail secured by a pink
scrunchie. Commonly I would cringe walking through the mall
like that, looking only at the ground to avoid the prying
eyes that I could feel burning into me. She would even go
as far as to bring me into department stores and hold
dresses and undergarments up against my clothes and loudly
comment how nice they would look on me, while I stared on
horrified.
When night fell within the household I was expected to keep
Kelly completely satisfied. Since she was constantly around
me I was never given anytime to satisfy myself, and she
would only let me pleasure her after satisfactorily begging
to do so. Sometimes she would even get out a dildo and put
it up against her while I knelt before her in lingerie
sucking on it hard enough to press it into her. All these
time while I was kneeling she would play with my hair
curling it in her fingers or putting clips on it to hold it
up so she could see my eyes well I pleasured her.
Every time I asked her if I could be satisfied she would
just laugh and say, "We can't have my little girl growing
up to be a slut now can we?"
"No maam I am good girl." She would have me meekly respond
as I stared at the floor shuddering with shame.
How much longer could I keep up with this I would often
wonder? I was completely terrified that a time would come
when I could only become aroused as a girl. Alas it was not
my choice to make, and unbeknown to me it would never be
again.
***
One particular evening about two weeks after all this had
begun she had me sitting in front of the mirror. The hour
before she had spent time curling my hair so that my
strawberry locks coiled down the side of my face and over
my shoulders. This particular evening I was dressed in a
tight lavender nightie, smooth stockings and garters
hugging my smoothly shaven legs.
"Good news my little Davey Wavey." she said, a broad grin
spreading across her face. "You have been such a good
little girl I am going to reward you tonight." Saying this
she looked down at the light purple bulge beneath the
frilly lace around my waist and continued to beam. "I am
going to allow you to get some relief for your naughty girl
urges."
"Thank you Maam." I replied excitedly as my eyes widened in
exultation.
"Lie down on the bed my little Sissy." She said her voice
flattening and her smile straightening.
I did as I was told.
"Now there is one catch. I want something for us to
remember this by so I thought I can video tape it." She
smirked "So my and I girl can watch it on rainy nights.
What do you think Davey Wavey?"
My heart sank.
"Please maam, I am really uncomfortable with this." I
quietly replied. "What if someone saw it?"
"I understand your concern my poor baby. Don't worry though
I will take good care of it." she cooed.
"No maam please." I begged.
"Fine." she said rolling her eyes "If you won't do this for
me perhaps it was bad I brought up your reward. You know we
can wait another month and see if it softens up your
disposition."
"No!" I cried, my cock twitching against the walls of its
silky confines. "Please maam, I am sorry maam you can tape
it please let me cum. I have trouble thinking or even
concentrating please maam I beg you please."
"Poor Davey Wavey, I will allow you your fun, but first you
have to ask me nicely. Say Please with sugary popems, Mommy
may I touch myself."
I stared at her dumbfounded.
"Say it!" she hissed her voice crisp as ice.
"Please with sugary popems Mommy, may I touch myself." I
whispered my face was flushed and I had to force the sounds
to come out of my lips.
She smiled "How adorable, sure honey you can please
yourself." I touched my bulging crotch from about a second
when she said "Okay honey that's enough. I don't want my
little girl to get her hands dirty." and with that she
handed me a beige vibrator.
I was so utterly flustered by this.
She just looked at me. "Well get to work."
She sat at the foot of the bed videotaping me while I sat
in my lingerie and my legs spread rubbing the vibrator
against my crotch. While I did this she demanded I run my
fingers through my golden curls with my free hand. Twirling
the gilded locks in my fingers and occasionally sticking
the tips in my mouth.
As I finished a large wet spot formed at the crotch of my
nightgown. I redden in embarrassment.
She just laughed. "Aw my wittle girly is awe wet. Well
sweetie I hope you enjoyed yourself. Now go get cleaned up
and ready for bed. I need to take you so you can buy
yourself some new clothes tomorrow morning."
I did as she said and retired to bed.
***
The next day I awoke and got dressed as in a little blue
skirt and white blouse. She watched as I sat there and
braided my hair into two long pigtails arching out of the
back of my head and winding down to my shoulders. We went
into the kitchen and where I made her breakfast. Over the
table she told me that her fathers car was repaired and she
would pick hers up today and disposes of the package in the
back seat. She waited a moment to see my face light up with
joy, before she informed me that she was also going to make
some copies of the video we had made the night before.
Kelly explained to me that she loved things the way they
were now and that she thought it best we keep things the
way they have been.
"Besides..." she explained "...you love this anyway. I can
tell by the bulge constantly between your little sissy
legs. Wouldn't you agree?" She said and stared hard at me.
I squirmed under her gaze. "Yes maam." I agreed broken.
"Good." she smiled "Now let's see you play with your little
piggy tails for me."
My face looking like a beet. I felt I had no choice but to
comply and batted and my pigtail weakly.
As weeks continued to pass I felt embarrassed to see how
quickly I adjusted to being Kelly's little sissy. As time
passed I started to become so enthralled by her I realized
I couldn't leave even if I had a say about it. I needed her
and she knew it and never let me forget it. Other aspect of
my virile past life faded and soon drained away. All I knew
now was that I was hers forever. I took comfort in her
strength and put faith in her wisdom and guidance. I had
found all I have ever needed. And thus my old life had
ended and my new one began.
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