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The Sissy Bride: Caught Peeking
By Janice337
Part I - The Homecoming
The worst part is knowing what's coming next.
I say that because I got a chance to see the whole process
as it happened to my brother, Paul.
He came home on Christmas break. He brought his new
husband, Tom home with him. Mom and Dad met them at the
door, while I watched from the stairs in the front hall.
"Ohhh...Paula, You look so good!" My mother cooed.
She threw her arms around my former brother and gave her a
warm hug. Paula smiled. She did look good. She was shorter
than I remembered her at the wedding, and her figure had
developed much more. Shoulder length brown hair framed her
face and her sweater was pushed out in the front by her
well-developed breasts. They too, were different than at
the wedding last Summer.
"Tom, good to see ya." Grinned my Dad.
He stepped in and shook Tom's hand heartily. Tom grinned
and gave my mother a hug. He was a big guy; just as
intimidating as I remembered him from last Summer. He stood
about 6' 4", and had a powerful frame on him. He pulled
Paula in close to him, and patted her hip.
"It's good to see you folks too. We've been getting along
great." He beamed.
Paula smiled shyly as his muscled arm squeezed her against
him. She looked up at me on the stairs and smiled
nervously. She waved. I smiled and waved back. Dad barked
at me then to come down and help with the luggage while Mom
welcomed Tom and Paula in.
Dinner was a little awkward. Dad and Tom hit it off pretty
well, with Mom chit-chatting with Paula from time to time.
Everyone pretty much ignored me, like they usually do. Tom
boasted confidently about his recent promotion in his Oil
Corporation - Mom and Dad nodded approvingly.
Paula didn't seem to say much of anything. She quietly ate
her salad, and mother would occasionally reach over and
brush her hair back from her eyes or pat her on her thigh.
It was quite a change from the brash and imaginative Paul
that used to be my big brother. The last time we'd sat at
the table together as a family like this, was a little more
than a year before, when Paul and Dad had gotten into a big
fight about him going to art school.
"How's that 'family' situation coming along?" My dad asked
Tom with a wicked grin on his face.
"We... just started working on that, actually." Tom replied
with a smile. "You see, Paula's gone through some big
changes recently."
Paula blushed furiously. I almost thought she was going to
cry. She looked down and away toward Mom who put her arms
around her and smiled, saying, "I'm so proud of you both."
"Yeah, if this other one doesn't bring his grades up, he's
going to be going though some 'big changes' too." Growled
my father.
I bit my lip, knowing better than to argue with him at this
point. It was true. My grades weren't too good. I'd had to
hire a tutor if I were going to graduate at all. I excused
myself just as my mother's eyes settled on me and took my
dishes to the kitchen.
Mother spoke, "Richard will get the dishes. Dale, why don't
you take Tom out to the garage and show him the new car?
I'd like to talk with Paula for a while."
Everyone got up and there was a noise of sliding chairs and
clinking dishes. Mom and Paula went upstairs while I heard
Dad and Tom go out the back door.
I got to work on the dirty dishes and let my thoughts of
the last year wander. Paul had been my big brother - about
two years older than me. He and I had gotten along great.
We were always hanging out together- even with his friends.
He and Dad didn't get along, though. As soon as he'd
graduated from high school, Dad told him that he wanted him
to go into the service; that it would "do him some good."
Paul balked, and in that sarcastic way of his, suggested
that he would rather go to art school. Dad flipped his lid,
saying that he "wasn't going to spend good money on a
sissy-panty-waist art school" and that he'd "better get his
act together if he isn't going to end up in the gutter".
At the time, Mom and Dad knew that he was in love with a
girl from high school, Tiffany. She was one of those
knockout girls with the really, really cute faces. She
flirted with Paul but never let him get close. I knew that
Paul was nuts about her. Anyway, Dad decided to turn the
screws and screamed at Paul.
"If that little tart of a girl you pine over even knew what
a wimp you are, she'd never go out with you! Why don't you
make something of yourself and maybe she'll pay attention
to you?"
Needless to say, Dad finished every argument around here.
Paul was a wreck after that. He told me he would have moved
out if he'd had the means.
It was about two weeks later that Mom caught him
masturbating while wearing one of her bras and looking at
Tiffany's picture. Well, things kind of "hit the fan"
around here if you know what I mean, and Mom made a phone
call to the local hospital. She had read about the new
"Virility Act" that made it legal to recommend young men
who were "unfit" or "of low character" for treatment... and
transformation into women.
There followed the visits by the caseworkers, the
interviews, the brochures, the hushed discussions in the
kitchen. All of it resulted in Paul leaving for days at a
time, and then returning home with some new, slight change
in him. At first he had to wear this... device... in his
butt. Which they said was to "condition him" in a way I
didn't understand, and also to "keep track of him". It
seems that Paul lost his individual rights as a citizen
once the caseworker had interviewed him and Mother.
I set the dishwasher and debated going out to the garage to
visit with Dad and Tom. Then I changed my mind, deciding I
wanted to see my brother.
Part II - Eavesdropping
I quietly made my way up the stairs. I could hear Mom and
Paul talking in his former bedroom.
"The bed is beautiful, Mom. Thanks." I heard Paula say.
They had bought her and Tom a solid mahogany, four-poster
bed.
"It's just a little present from your father and I. We set
it up here so that you and Tom can enjoy it during your
visit. Of course we'll have it shipped to your new home."
"Thanks, Mom."
"Ohhh... you're so pretty, now, Paula. You're going to be
so much happier as a woman, I can tell." Mom gushed.
"Momm..." Paula whined.
"No, no. Your lips are so full and beautiful. Your face is
so pretty. Your hips have even widened some since the
wedding, and your bosom... ohhh... you really could fit one
of my bras now, couldn't you?"
Paula said something then that I couldn't hear.
"Come on now, into the bathroom. I want to see it!" Mother
demanded proudly. I could hear their footsteps and I heard
the bathroom light switch click as mother herded Paula into
the bathroom that adjoins our two rooms.
I quickly went into my room, and making sure the light was
off, I positioned myself so that I could see through the
door, which was slightly ajar. The bright lights inside the
bathroom made me invisible to them. I could see Paula
sliding her panties down and with my mother's coaching,
sitting on the edge of the sink-cabinet.
"Come now, spread those pretty legs and let me see... Ohhhh
my! It's so beautiful Paula!
I watched, fascinated as my mother examined Paul. I
remembered him as a thin, wiry guy, slightly taller than
me, with a fondness for running track. As I peeked through
the opening in the doorway, I could see that his figure was
now that of a slender, petite woman. He had no muscle tone
whatsoever. His skin was pale and glowed the way young
women's skin glowed. His hips were wider and his waist was
quite thin. He was wearing only a black lace bra and panty
set, and was holding the panties in his left hand as he sat
on the counter top. I could see him, but not mother, as she
was out of my field of view. I could glimpse her in the
mirror, though. She was kneeling between his (her!) spread
legs and examining him. Paul wore an embarrassed look on
his face and was quite pretty the way he was blushing and
pouting at his examination.
Just then, Paul spread his legs a little more for Mother,
revealing what was fascinating her so much:
Her newly-formed vagina!
Paul was now truly my sister, Paula.
I peeked closer. Mother was holding Paula's thighs open
with one hand, and carefully manipulating the tiny pink
folds of Paula's pussy with the other.
"Has he taken your virginity yet?" Mother asked.
"Yes, just the other night." Paula replied. She squirmed a
little, flexing her little feet and toes on the Formica
countertop as mother expertly spread her lips.
I'd seen lots of "pussy" on the Internet before, of course,
but this looked different somehow. Paula had a little
triangle of brown hair, with tiny, tight pink lips, and a
rather large-looking clitoris. Most of what I'd seen on the
Internet looked large and used, and frankly, kind of
sloppy. This looked virginal, young... kind of private. I
felt a little embarrassed.
"Does it still hurt when he penetrates you?" Mom asked.
"Yes." Paula pouted. "He's very thick and long, you know."
"Yes. I know he's quite well-endowed." Mom said. "I got a
little glimpse at the reception when I walked in on you two
as you were changing in the bedroom. He was pushing that
tool of his into your mouth, wasn't he?"
"Mother, you're embarrassing me." Paula said. "I didn't
want to, but he said that I'd sworn to 'obey' him. It
wasn't my idea to get on my knees in my wedding dress and
suck him like a..." She paused.
"Like a good wife does for her husband?" Mother finished
for her.
"Mom!" Paula exclaimed. "I don't like doing that with my
mouth. It seems so dirty."
"Silly. He made you swallow it, didn't he? You were much
more docile after that weren't you? He should have done it
before the wedding, then you wouldn't have been so fidgety
up there at the altar." She laughed.
"It's still too much. I didn't know men were that... big."
"All the better to make me grandchildren with." Mother
replied.
"Mom!" Paula exclaimed.
"Oh hush, now. Just think. By next autumn you'll be
spreading your legs and pushing my first grandchild out."
Mother beamed.
"I know." Paula almost pouted. "He told me he's going to
keep me pregnant for several years."
"Oh, my dear!" Mother stopped examining Paula's new anatomy
and took her in her arms. (I quickly ducked down behind my
desk lest Mother see me in the mirror.) "This will work out
wonderfully! I'll help you be the best mother to your
children and my grandchildren. Your father will be so
proud, too!"
"But... but every time he does it to me... I..." Paula
stammered.
"You feel yourself opening up to him?"
"Yes. It's not like... before."
"Yes, dear. At the clinic they told me that the first six
to eight months of your marriage, your husband will do you
in your 'bottom' while your new womanhood grows inside of
you. They said that it would help you become obedient to
your new husband."
"I know. I've tried to be good. It's just so
embarrassing... all of it."
"But it's different spreading your legs and opening up for
this, isn't it?" Mother said to her.
"Yes. I can feel it inside of me for much longer afterward,
and I know what he's doing to me. He's even whispered in my
ear as he comes that he 'wants a boy'."
"And... how do you feel about that?" Mother asked.
"I want him to be happy. I'm... I'm having orgasms Mother!"
She cried on Mother's shoulder.
"Oh dear. That's perfectly natural." Mom cooed, stroking
her hair. "I know you weren't able to come while he was
giving it to you from behind. This is part of womanhood,
feeling your body respond with love for your husband.
Congratulations, Paula."
"It's not just that, Mom! Since the wedding night, I can't
stop thinking about HIM. I can't stop thinking about his
cock! Or when he's coming home, or what he wants me to do
in the bedroom! I think about him while I'm doing the
housework - I can still feel his... his sperm inside of me!
I can't argue with him either because I can taste it in my
mouth too! I can't stop looking at the clock and thinking
about... about bedtime!"
"Do you feel it inside of you right now?" Mother asked
politely and directly.
"No." Paula pouted. "We didn't do it yet today because of
the drive down here. I know he's going to make me do it at
least twice tonight and once in the morning, though."
Mother giggled and said. "Well... then we'll have to expect
you two late for breakfast tomorrow! I know you'll be busy
up here in your new four-poster bed with your legs wrapped
around your husband... making my grandchildren!"
"I hate this Mother. My whole life revolves around him and
his dick! I'm... I'm falling in love with him!" She sounded
like she was starting to cry.
"Good for you, honey!" Mother said softly. "You'll make a
far better woman than you would have a man."
"I wanted something else... I wanted to go to art school. I
wanted to marry Tiffany!" Paula whined.
"Hush now! You're a beautiful, young housewife and breeder!
That's what you're good for! If you give your husband any
difficulties, I'll give him my blessing to use his belt on
you!" Mother scolded.
I heard Paula take a sharp breath as she was scolded. She
bit her lip.
"There, there. I know he doesn't have to do that, does he?
He's tamed you pretty well in the last six months, besides,
you should know that Tiffany is to be wed in June... she's
engaged to Jake Miller."
"Oh God!" Paula cried. "Jake Miller is such an asshole!"
"He's doing very well for himself in the railroad industry.
He just bought a house here in town. That's more than you
would have done if you hadn't gotten married to Tom. Jake
Miller is a real man. Tiffany has gotten herself a
'catch'." Mother replied. "I spoke to her mother just the
other day. She's heard about your 'change' and wants you to
be part of the entourage at her wedding!"
I decided to come to Paula's rescue by making a lot of
noise in the hallway and coming into my room. I flicked on
the light switch and knocked on the bathroom door.
"We'll be out in a minute, dear." Mother called. "We were
just having a little 'girl-talk'".
I sat down at my computer as Mother came out of my bathroom
door, shutting it behind her. She looked down at me with
careful disapproval.
"Did you just come in?" She asked carefully.
"Um...yeah." I said. "I just finished the dishes."
Mother raised an eyebrow and left the room.
I got up and knocked softly on the bathroom door that
adjoined our bedrooms. Paula opened it slowly, wiping a
tear from her cheek. Mother had upset her.
"Are you okay, um...Paula?" I looked down at her soft,
pretty face - a face I used to look up to.
She nodded, and smiling, gave me a tender hug. She even
smelled beautiful, like jasmine and honey. Paul used to
smell like sweat and ink-pens.
"Rich, you've got to help me!" She pleaded. "I've got...
I've got nothing between my legs now. I've never felt so
helpless in my life!"
"Hey, what are you two up to?" Tom walked in.
"Hi Tom." Paula said. "We were catching up a little." She
seemed nervous again.
"Better get ready for bed." He winked at her, and swatted
her behind.
He looked me up and down and smirked, wrapping his arm
around her shoulders and leading her off to the bedroom. He
closed the bathroom door on my side.
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