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Sissy Princess Daddy
By cutepatti
My name is Pat and I'm a middle-aged man living with my two
daughters... Allura who just turned 18, and Brittany who
just turned 13. My wife, their mother, and I had divorced a
few years earlier and I had custody of the girls. All was
well... at least I thought it was, until one day I was
confronted by the girls... who had decided they weren't
going to take my teasing and taunting any longer. I had
always done it just for fun, but the girls didn't see it
that way. I was also going to discover a part of me that
soon adapted to the 'lesson' my girls had in mind. This is
the story of how it all started... the girls had just
gotten out of school for their summer break.
"We've decided to teach you a lesson, dad." Ally announced.
"You seem to think you are so much better than us girls,
and like teasing and harassing us... so you will put on a
dress and live like a girl for a couple of days... Maybe it
will teach you something."
"WHAT? Not me! Uh Uh! I'm not wearing girl things! You must
be nuts!"
"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way; but if we
have to physically dress you, and we WILL, you will wear a
dress and other girlish things for much longer. I've locked
your room, so it's either a dress... or nothing."
"NO! You're crazy! I'm your father... I won't DO it!"
"You've just added another weekend in a pretty dress to
your punishment. Would you care to try for all summer?"
'Ooooh,' I thought. 'I better think about this.'
My ego told me I could probably fend off Ally, but two
against one? My logic told me I didn't stand much of a
chance. Ally and Brittany were both very determined girls,
and together they would be quite formidable. I sat
silently, giving this some reflection.
"Well... what's it going to be? Are you going to do as we
tell you, or do we physically put you in a dress for the
next month? Hey, I've seen your hidden little collection of
magazines and books about 'Sissy Boys'... so I figure
you're treatment of me and Brit is mostly just to try to
assert your so-called manhood... well guess what little
sissy-pants? Your man-hood is going into hiding... and your
sissy-hood is coming out to play!"
I looked at them, I cried. "No... you can't... I can't...
put... NO! Ally!"
"You have little choice, I'd say... So are you going to
cooperate, or not?"
I was panicked! If I said no, I could end up spending the
first few weeks of summer in GIRL things; but to say yes
didn't sit right either.
"Well... if I do... I mean... if I let you... I won't have
to do this again... will I?" I sobbed.
"If you cooperate, and I mean completely... then we'll see.
We'll see how well you behave... If you behave like a
proper little girl, you won't have to wear a dress again."
I nodded reluctantly to acknowledge my comprehension, but
Ally took it to mean my agreement.
She smiled. "Good! You're smarter than I thought."
They talked to each other about how I would be dressed. I
looked at them in disbelief... and decided I had better not
contradict them now. I couldn't believe this! Just an hour
ago everything was normal. Now, I had so much as agreed to
wear a dress... ugh. I felt like I had hit a wall. Ally
shampooed my hair, and then held a towel up for me as I got
out of the tub... this was so embarrassing having my two
girls see me this way... I was so humiliated! She took my
hand, and led me into Brittany's bedroom, with the towel
wrapped under my armpits... like a girl.
Brittany looked surprised and tentative at my appearance.
"Hi sis, how are you feeling?" Ally asked, cheerily.
Brittany nodded slightly... She was a shy, dainty little
girl. I say little, but she and I were about the same size,
just about the same anyway. She just seemed smaller I guess
because of her 13 year old age.
"How would you like a new little sister... a Princess...
someone you can play with?" She nodded again, but looked
puzzled. "Your daddy has decided he wants to be a girl, and
become a soft, sweet, baby sister for you. And since he is
about the same size as you, I'm sure he'll just love
getting to wear your pretty, frilly things... just like the
sissy I'm sure he is."
That brought a smile and giggle from Brittany, but still a
look of puzzlement. I was mortified, and felt so displaced
and vulnerable standing there in her bedroom...how could I
have been so stupid as to leave my crossdressing material
where Ally could find it... I was so ashamed. Ally went
over to Brittany's dresser, and pulled out a pair of white,
lace trimmed panties. There was lace all over the front
panel and around the waist and leg openings... and several
little pink bows and ribbons on the front... they were such
sissy panties! She held them open. My heart pounded; and I
made a face, squirming. I looked at a determined Ally, and
timidly stepped into them. She took the towel then; and I
heard Brittany giggle softly. I looked down at the thin,
delicate underwear that up to now only Brittany had worn,
and put my hands over the frilly panties, and my semi-
visible maleness... and I couldn't help but react to the
delightful sensations I was feeling... oh God the panties
felt SO good!
"Mmmm yes, we'll have to do something about that." Ally
mused. She pulled me down the hall to her room, turning to
tell Brittany to stay put. She rummaged through her
dresser, until she came up with a small, flower print
girdle. It wasn't much bigger than the panties. I hadn't
seen one quite so small, although I knew it was a girdle
though, from the garters that hung from the bottom.
"Ally... please... I'll be good... I promise. I won't tease
Brittany... or you ever again."
"It's too late for that... But you're right... I don't
think you'll be teasing anyone for a very long time. Oh...
and by the way daddy, you WILL call me Allura from now on.
Understand?"
While Ally slid my frilly panties down and off and then
pulled the girdle up my legs, I looked over at the pile of
my daughter's frilly garments she had pulled out in her
search. I then accidentally looked down to peer into her
gaping blouse to see her pretty, lace trimmed, white bra,
holding her firm breasts. I felt myself getting aroused;
and I felt my face getting red. By the time she finished
tugging the girdle in place and again put the panties on
me, I was embarrassingly stiff.
She gasped. "We'll have to do something about THAT
unladylike thing!" She grumbled... "It looks like you LIKE
your new pretty underwear, daddy."
I shook my head in denial. I was too embarrassed, nervous,
and scared to speak as my stiff penis betrayed me.
"Stand still!" She checked my rounded front, rearranged the
slip a bit, and smiled thinly.
The added smoothness of the nylon didn't help to relieve my
frustration. I looked down. It made me look like I had the
slightest girlish tummy. She ran her hand along my leg and
shook her head as she removed the garters from the girdle.
"We won't need garters for the outfit you'll be wearing
today...oh and we'll fix THAT too!" She sighed. I wasn't
sure what she meant.
Brittany showed up, wondering what was going on. "Go back
to your bedroom. We'll be along shortly, I promise." Ally
yelled. She then turned her attention back to me. "Now, ...
you're going to cooperate ... completely! You are going to
act like a sweet little girl for the next few days, or you
will stay in dresses until you do!"
I was horrified, but nodded in reluctant agreement. ME...
act like a sissy girl! My stomach felt nervous and
icky...yes I did have a fetish for sissy and girlish
things, but never ever in my wildest imagination wanted my
girls to know about it... and now here I was... being
treated like a naughty little girl by my 18 year old
daughter. What had I gotten myself into?
She pulled me by the hand out of her bedroom. We stopped at
the bathroom, where she soaped my legs, and began sliding a
razor over them. I went to protest, but she gave me a look
before I barely peeped. The hair on my legs was thin
anyway...always had been... barely enough to argue about.
"Consider yourself lucky. I don't like doing this to my own
legs. If you act up, and end up wearing dresses for long,
you'll have to do this yourself." Her explanation sounded
like more of a threat.
Then she grabbed my elbow, raised my arm, and shaved under
there too, and then the other side. She smiled wryly as she
picked up deodorant and applied it to my pits.
I winced. "That stings."
"Yes, it does. Girls have to make some sacrifices."
She opened a box with a light scented powder. It had a
large puff with a ribbon bow on top. I felt jittery as she
patted the feminine powder over my body, and wondered what
girlish things I was going to have to endure.
"Doesn't this feel nice? Girls also like to feel and smell
soft and pampered."
She pulled me back to Brittany's room... Brittany was eager
and happy to see us return, especially me. "Get me daddy's
training bra, Brittany." She instructed.
I broke into a cold sweat. My youngest daughter, seemed
only too pleased to help. She was all giggles. My heart was
pounding. I suddenly remembered when Brittany got her first
training bra...she was 12. She had been after me to let her
buy one for many weeks, and was so pleased when she finally
got it. I would tease her, shouting, "Brittany wearing a
training bra!" I really didn't mean anything about it but I
guess it's now too late to take it back. She was near tears
every time I did that. Now Ally was sliding that very same
white, cotton and lace garment up my arms... and Brittany
giggled as she hooked it in back. My stomach was full of
butterflies.
"Well Brittany, it looks like our 'baby sister daddy' has
finally graduated to a bra... Just in time too since you
have just recently had to go to a bigger bra... now daddy
can have all your old training bras... at least until he
NEEDS bigger ones." Then she winked at me.
The statement about the training bra was for Brittany's
benefit. I knew it wasn't that long ago she wore this very
same training bra. But I trembled a little as to what she
meant by my needing bigger bras some day. I shuddered, and
wondered if she had read some of my crossdressing books
where the guys had been given female hormones... oh my! The
bra had a little ribbon bow in the middle! I looked down at
it. I was shaking. I wasn't sure I could go through with
this.
"Brit, would you find a nice slip for your 'sister'? One
suitable for our dear 'baby sister'?"
Brittany handed Ally a white garment, amongst giggles. It
was hideously girlish. It was shiny linen on top, with a
white satin ribbon bow over flared nylon ruffles and a
taffeta underskirt; and it had small embroidered flowers
with ribbon loops where the nylon straps attached to the
lace trimmed top. I trembled as the silky thing was pulled
down my body. Ally adjusted the slides on the ribbon
straps; and I felt my face burning. I wanted to scream
about the offensive, yet wonderful garments they were
fostering on me; but I had to squelch them. I didn't want
to have to do this any longer than I had to. I looked over
at another slip that dangled from the dresser. It looked
quite different. The one I had on was flat on top... for a
younger girl with no or very little breasts. The one I
looked at was fuller at the bust. I looked at Brittany. She
had small mounds; and I realized she no longer wore this
sort of slip.
"What a pretty slip. Your slip is so pretty, isn't it?"
Brittany chimed.
I gulped. I was trapped. All I could do was nod slightly.
"Now, now, that's not a proper response, now is it? Girls
love their pretty things, and to feel pretty in them... You
like Brittany's old... er, I mean YOUR pretty slip, don't
you?" Ally prodded.
I wanted to die! "I... uh... yes, I like my slip. It is...
very... uh... pretty."
My daughters giggled. Brittany looked at me with such
pleasure, and then looked at her older sister in awe. "How
... how did you do this?"
Ally just laughed. "I told you... he decided he wants to be
a pretty girl, and wear pretty dresses and things... YOUR
pretty things. He's tired of being a daddy, and wants to be
a sissy girl now...a sissy Princess... don't you daddy?"
My girls laughed and giggled; and my face burned with
humiliation as I gently nodded my acknowledgment of my
agreed subjugation.
"Oh, I'm going to love this!" Brittany giggled. "You've
been teasing us for so long about our girl things... our
'sissy' girl things! You are going to look so frilly and
sweet in YOUR 'sissy' girl things!"
My toes curled. I was so ashamed and humiliated hearing
this from my 13 year old daughter! It was one of life's
fascinating, never to be solved, mysteries for a boy, sissy
girl clothes, and the frilly things girls wore under them.
I was learning first hand... and I was mortified, yet
excited at the same time.
"And to think, we nearly threw Brit's little girl things
out... now that she's blossomed. And here we have one more
pretty little 'sister' to go... And now for a pretty dress.
Let's see what we have for our sweet, new sister... our new
little Princess!"
The girls headed for the closet; and they were all giggles.
I heard them oooh and aaah, and I knew they had made their
choice. Brittany carried it over to me... It was a pale
yellow with a long, wide, organza sash that tied in back,
and flowers and ribbons at the waist in front; and the ends
of the ribbons fell nearly to the hem. It had puffed,
short, gathered, ruffled lace trimmed sleeves, decorated
with florets and ribbon bows, and a lace trimmed collar.
The full skirt was organza. It was the frilliest of girl's
party dresses! I remembered Brittany wearing it a few years
ago.
They both helped pull it over my head, and fluff and fuss
with it, cooing and fawning over me and the dress. Brittany
took forever tying the sash to her satisfaction.
"My, aren't you the pretty girl!"
"Oh, ... she's adorable!"
"A pretty little girl in a pretty little dress."
My eyes got watery; and I felt a tear on my cheek.
"Oh honey, ... it's all right. You must be overcome with
joy to be dressed in such a darling dress. Is that it,
sweetie?" Ally cooed.
I could only nod my agreement. They laughed and squealed.
"I think a pair of lacy nylon anklet socks... how about
these? You'll just love how thin and delicate they are...
you'll even be able to see your sissy toes through the thin
material... and the frilly cuffs are SO adorable with the
yellow lace ruffles... SO girly... and Brit... I think a
pair of your old shoes will fit her... your shiny black
single-strap Mary Jane's." They both squealed with delight.
"Ummm Brit, don't you still have that curly blonde Shirley
Temple wig you wore for Halloween? Your 'sister's' hair is
kind of short."
Brittany returned with a wig. It was short for a girl,
barely down to my shoulders. Brittany had long, pretty,
light brown hair, down to her waist. Ally pulled the wig on
my head; and then pushed me over to the vanity. The dress
rustled, girlishly, as I sat. Brittany had me stand again,
and smoothed the dress as I resat. She arranged the dress
over my lap and bench. She brushed and combed the wig, with
a delightful, satisfied smile on her face, and then picked
up a shiny, yellow, satin ribbon, drew it around the wig,
and began tying a bow in front. The long ends dangled,
unmercifully, in front of my face.
She smiled satisfactorily at her work, and then gripped my
chin, looking me over from side to side. I glanced at the
mirror as she sorted through the lipsticks. With the ribbon
bow in my curly wig, the ruffled lace around my neck, the
lace and ribbons on the sheer puffy sleeves and the sweet
lacy anklets on my feet I looked every bit as frilly and
sissified as I had ever seen Brittany. Ally selected a
lipstick of light pink; and I shuddered as she held my chin
and brought the pink tube ever closer. My skin crawled as I
felt it smooth over my lips. She had me press my lips
together and then again over a tissue. She sat next to me;
and I shook nervously, and blinked back my tears. She
cleaned and buffed my fingernails; and then unscrewed the
cap from a bottle of nail polish, to the delighted squeals
of my younger daughter... she proceeded to turn my
fingernails a bright, girlish pink.
The girls cooed and fawned over what a pretty girl they
were making me into. Ally finished by squirting perfume on
my wrist, and then a squirt toward my neck; ... and I made
a face, amongst their giggling.
"Okay, stand up and turn around for us." She instructed.
"Come on, twirl! Faster! Faster! Yes, that's it. You make a
splendid girl. You're very pretty."
I felt so humiliated. And as I caught my reflection in the
mirror, I was aghast! I saw what took so long with the
sash. It was huge. It was all puffed out, with the ends of
the wispy bow visible from the front, like the wings of an
angel... or fairy! The long ends floated down the back of
the dress! I looked and smelled like the sissiest girly-boy
in such frothy lace and ribbons!
"Isn't she just the sweetest little princess?" Ally cooed,
holding my shoulders square to the mirror.
"Oh, she's adorable!" Brittany blurted.
My face burned. This was unbearable.
"What do you say when some one complements you? Really! You
are going to have to improve your manners. Girls are
thoughtful and sweet; and remember, you are a girl now. If
you don't start acting like one, we will have to keep you
in dresses until you do!"
That got my attention. "Thank you," I mumbled.
"That will never do. Let's hear you clearly, and with a
proper curtsy."
Brittany roared with that. I wasn't sure how to curtsy; but
I bent my knees, and spoke up, "Thank you."
"We will have to work on that. Now, you are wearing
Brittany's dress, so I want you to be particularly careful
not to get it dirty. Brittany, why don't you go downstairs
and play with your new 'sister'? I'm sure she's dying to
play with your new Barbie dolls, and eager to participate
in other girlish activities... aren't you sweetheart?"
"Hey! We've neglected to give her a name. What do you
think? I think she looks like a prissy girl. How about
Priscilla, Prissy for short? What do you think, Brittany?
She's your new sister and playmate. Do you like it, or
would you like to choose?" Ally asked.
"I like all of those names... but since he's Pat, why not
just add a 't' and an 'i' ...PATTI!! Come on daddy... er I
mean Patti, let's go downstairs. Oops, but don't forget
your dolly first."
"And Brittany, teach your sister how to curtsy properly.
Teach her how to be a proper little princess. Make sure she
learns how to walk and sit gracefully... like a sweet
little girl."
They laughed; and I just stood there, totally humiliated...
but also secretly very excited! I had been cleverly trapped
by Ally and there was nothing I could do. She knew all
about my secret and now was using it to her full advantage.
I was forced to think of myself as a girl, and had to
answer to the name of Patti! Funny thing was, it almost
felt like I was getting what I deserved... and WANTED!!
(Author note: I am not a father but am a CD and have
fantasies of having children, especially a daughter, and
the possibility of her 'discovering' me. I would love to
hear from CDs who are fathers and have real experiences or
similar fantasies. Maybe I could write a story based on
your feedback. E-mail me at: [email protected] Thanks!)
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