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An Unexpected Sissy Transformation My unexpected transformation actually began at the company Christmas party, when Jennifer, our HR Manager of all people, sauntered over to me with an odd smile on her face. "Merry Christmas, Sean," she said, never taking her eyes off my face. "Do you mind if I ask you something personal?" Here we go again. I am an out gay male living in Texas. I can't tell you how many women have quizzed me about my "fabulous" gay lifestyle. The truth of the matter is that I don't get a lot of action. You see, while I am out as a gay man, I'm still in the closet when it comes to revealing my sissy side. Little did I know that was all about to change in ways that I could never have possible imagined. Jennifer took me by the arm and escorted me to a quiet part of the room. She ran her hands along my hairless arms as she pulled me along, giving me a knowing smile as we went. "Sweetie," she began when we were finally clear of the crowd, "I have a friend that I want you to meet." I sighed. Co-workers are always trying to set me up when they meet somebody else who is gay. I started to protest, but Jennifer shushed me. "No, sweetie," she said as an enigmatic smile spread across her face. "I think you're the type of "guy" who would enjoy this man's special services," I stammered out something about not understanding what she was saying. Jennifer laughed and said, "Sean, we need to talk about VPL." Now I really was confused. "Visible Panty Lines," she whispered. "I've noticed that you wear panties to work, thongs I think. And sometimes stockings with a garter belt." I was dumbfounded. Jennifer wasn't finished. "And you shaved your arms too. I'll bet your legs are silky smooth as well right now." She ran her hand over my upper thighs and felt the garter belt clasps under my pants. "Ooh, garters and stockings," she said as if it was no big deal. "Very sexy." I was starting to get scared, especially when a predatory grin crept across her face. "Look, you can do whatever you want. But if you're half the sissy that I think you are, you should really meet my friend Marcus. He has a way of making fantasies come true." And with that, she wheeled about and headed back to the party. For my part, I headed straight to the bar to get another drink. Or two. Who else knew about my sissy side? And who was this Marcus? Was he just some guy who liked playing with sissies? If so, the truth is that I would be very interested in meeting him--but not if it meant the whole company would learn my sissy secret. I noticed that my little clitty was puffing up, so I moved toward the restroom, looking to rearrange myself in my panties that were definitely not meant to hold hard cocks--even one as tiny as mine. David, Jennifer's husband followed me into the bathroom. He took the stall right next to me. The proximity was pretty uncomfortable. It got worse when he started chatting me up. "So, Jenn tells me that you're a sissy," he blurted out with such nonchalance that I almost missed the urinal. "No worries," he continued in full voice as if this was the most normal conversation in the world. "Me too." To prove his point, he stepped back and lowered his pants. David was wearing stockings, garters, split-crotch panties and a shiny metal chastity cage that was belted down tight. I actually can't use a urinal anymore--makes a big mess. Then he reached out and grabbed my balls and the dragged me into a bathroom stall. David sat and began to pee. He continued talking and stroking my cock as if this was an everyday occurrence. "I've always been a sissy, every since I was a teenager. But it wasn't until my wife introduced me to Marcus that I really started to love my girly side." I had to hold on to the sides of the stall for fear of falling over in pleasure. David certainly knew his way around my cock. "I was just a closet sissy--sure I had some fun with the boys, but it wasn't until I met Marcus that I finally understood what would really make me happy." He started stroking me faster. "He has a way of making a sissy's fantasies come true. He could show you how to be happy, and to be who you were truly meant to be." David engulfed my cock with his mouth and I erupted. He didn't spill a drop. This was too much. I zipped up and marched straight out the door. Jennifer must have seen me leave. She texted me before I hit the parking lot. "Sorry if we freaked you out," the text read. "I just think that someone like you would enjoy meeting Marcus. I know my husband did." Hell, if he could turn me into a sissy who would blow strangers in the men's bathroom without any fear of being caught, maybe I should give this Marcus guy a call. Maybe he'd help me live out some of my kinkier fantasies. Then again, maybe he'd expose me and ruin my life! I called in sick to work the next day. I couldn't bring myself to go into the office where I was certain that everybody now knew my secret. The truth was that I wouldn't have been of much use anyway. I spent half the night, tossing and turning and worrying about my future. When I did finally drift off to sleep, I had troubling dreams about me being a sissy and being fucked by some big Black guy named Marcus. I woke to find that my panties were sticky and filled with cum. I snuck a finger down into my panties and scooped up a bit of the mess. I brought it to my lips and I fantasized about Marcus. Maybe Jennifer was right. Maybe I should meet this man, especially if he could help me embrace my sissy desires. I drifted off to sleep again with the taste of cum on my lips and dreams of a hard cock turning me into a real girl some day. Poor Marcus couldn't possibly have a cock in real life that could measure up to the one that plowed me in my dreams. Jennifer texted me around 10am the next morning, saying that she just wanted to make sure that I was okay. I typed out something about "Feeling sick. Probably too much to drink last night," and went back to bed. Sure enough, I had another dream about Marcus. This mystery man had a huge cock that moved around like it was a giant python. His cock literally ripped my pants off of me and threw me to the ground. It slithered over me until it found my sissy pussy hole. I felt it bore into me, and as it fucked me, I suddenly started to transform as the magic cock pounded me into submission. I saw my hair grow out until it was a long, curly Blonde mane that would make a porn star jealous. My nails got longer, as did my eyelashes. My waist shrunk down to nothing, while giant tits suddenly sprouted on my chest. I reached down to see if my penis was still there, but found it locked up tight in a metal chastity device. I know it was just an erotic dream, but it was exactly what I was longing for. But the transformation didn't end there. Marcus called me his bitch and I found myself howling in pleasure as I turned into a dog who was being knotted to this Alpha Master. I tried to pull away, but the knot held me tight as Marcuse filled my belly with his puppy seed. Once again, I creamed my panties as I fantasized about becoming Marcus' sissy slut, bitch or whatever else he might want to do to me. God, this was turning me on. I know that I was still lost in the haze of a wet dream, but I started to think that I should really take Jennifer up on her offer. I was just about to give into my fantasy and text Jennifer, when my phone lit up. It was Jennifer. Was she reading my mind? "Sean, I just wanted to check in. I'm sure that you're pretty freaked out right now. David probably shouldn't have been so forward with you--although I'm told that you seemed to enjoy it." I wasn't sure about the best way to respond. My fingers sort of took over while my mind was occupied elsewhere. "So he's a sissy? How does that work?" I pressed the send button before sanity could stop me. The reply was immediate. "He is a complete sissy slut, SHE loves it. Sometimes too much." I struggled to think of something to say. Jennifer continued then thread. "Perhaps you should stop by our house tonight and I will explain everything." Once again, my fingers (and my clitty) took charge and I mindlessly typed "OK." I drove to Jennifer's home. I was supposed to be there at 7. I was circling her block at 6:30, wondering if I had the guts to go inside. I got a text. "Sweetie, we see you out there," she wrote. "Don't be scared. Come on in. I won't bite--at least not at first." I took a deep breath and parked my car. I headed toward the front door. I barely had time to knock when the door opened and I was greeted by the sight of a fully transformed French Maid. It was David--or Candy as I was to find out. "Welcome, Sir," she said as she curtseyed. "Welcome to Mistress Jennifer's home." Jennifer appeared at the end of the foyer. "Sean, I'm so happy you came," she said as David, er, Candy dropped to her knees in front of me. "I see you've met my sissy husband, Candy. Would you like her to serve you?" Did she mean another blow job? I wasn't quite sure what to say. Jennifer could see the confusion on my face. She laughed and escorted me to the living room, instructing Candy to bring us both a glass of wine. Before I could settle on the couch, Candy returned with a tray carrying two glasses of wine. It was on a tray that was hanging from the nipples on her tits. David had real life tits! She moaned as Jennifer tugged on the chain to put her down on her knees. "I hope you don't mind," she said as Candy crawled in between her thighs and began to lap at Jennifer's crotch, "but I'm a little excited about introducing you to Marcus." "Besides," she continued as she sipped her wine, "I owe him for helping me to find the love of my life." I sat there in shock as Jennifer explained what was going on while her sissy husband serviced her like a hungry lesbian slut. "David and I were high school sweethearts," she began. "I lost my virginity to him on prom night and figured that we would be forever lovers from that day forward. That might have happened, except that David had a secret, didn't you, Candy?" A moan of approval came from in between Jennifer's legs as she continued. "Once we got to college, one of my girlfriends took me aside and told me that David was actually a sissy faggot who had been blowing a couple of jocks on the school's basketball team. I didn't believe her of course, not my manly he-man, until I hid in the boy's locker room one night. I watched my boyfriend put on a cheerleader's outfit and proceed to blow three guys on the team." "Something came over me and I suddenly found myself storming up to him. I was so pissed. I told the guys that if David wanted to be a sissy slut, they should treat him like the biggest whore in school." "David just bowed his head and accepted his fate, like the sissy slut he is." "With my approval, the guys held him down and started fucking his ass non- stop. One of the guys called a couple of his friends to come over. I took a ton of pictures of David stuffed full of cock that night. That was the beginning." I heard a muffled moan of pleasure rising up from in between Jennifer's thighs. "I told him that we were though, but one of the players, Tyrese took me aside and told me to think about it." He told me that, "'your dude's a sissy. Not what you expected, but think about how much fun you can have with her.'" "'He explained that a sissy slut is basically a sex slave, willing to do whatever you demand. She'll never disobey you cause you already have lots of pictures and could destroy her with a single email to her mom.'" "I thought about it and started to get some ideas. Tyrese smiled as he stepped behind David and began to fuck him. 'And with a sweet piece of ass yours, you can always get a little something on the side.'" I made him prove it right there. David licked his cock clean and then he took me right there on the locker room floor. Damn, did that boy have a massive cock. We then had David clean my pussy before Tyrese took some sports tape and tied David up into a nice little ball." "Tyrese had a friend, Marcus, who was a pimp with a stable of sissy whores. He got off on turning men into sissy cocksucking faggots. I was still pretty pissed, so we called Marcus and asked him if he had time to turn David into sissy slut Candy." "That's how it all began. Tyrese threw my boyfriend over his shoulder and dumped his naked ass into the trunk of his car. We drove to a parking lot, where we put David in the back of a pickup truck. I remember the poor thing was shaking with fear. I told my former boyfriend that he had brought this on himself, and that I had lots of embarrassing pictures that would ruin him if he wasn't a completely obedient slut for his new Master from that moment on." Jennifer paused, and I realized that she was coming. Candy didn't stop servicing her while she collected her breath. After a moment, she pushed her away. "Enough," she said. Get us another glass and then go get ready for your date." Candy rose and curtseyed. As she left to bring us more wine, Jennifer asked if I didn't want a blowjob before she left. I was pretty much overwhelmed by what I had just seen and stammered out something that was the equivalent of a no. Jennifer laughed and led me to the study. "This probably seems harsh," she said, "but I promise you that Candy loves her new life. She worked for Marcus for two years to help pay for the transformation. And now she works for me, although I do give Marcus a cut of whatever money Candy makes." "It turns out that she does pretty well." Jennifer pressed a button on the wall and a TV screen appeared. It showed Candy, in the garage, locking herself to a series of chains that hung from the ceiling. Jennifer pushed an intercom button and asked, "Candy, sweetie, don't you just love your sissy life?" Candy muttered something that sounded like "yes, Mistress" from behind a gag and Jennifer pushed a button. The chains suddenly started to rise and Candy was lifted off the floor. She was spread eagle in a five-point tie. Five points because there was a chain wrapped around her balls. There was a 20lb dumbbell hanging from the other end of the chain. I couldn't take my eyes off the weights as they swung like a pendulum. It was like watching a hypnotist swing his watch in front of your eyes. "I'm not saying that this is what you're looking for," Jennifer continued as if nothing strange had happened. "Marcus is great at training all sorts of sissies. Everything from total pain sluts to just sissy gurls looking for a nice boyfriend to love." "I think you're somewhere closer to the kinkier side of things," she continued. "But mostly, I think you're unhappy, and I know that Marcus could help to find your true calling." I didn't know what to say, so I just watched the swinging weight as the garage door opened and a masked man entered unlocked Candy. He bent her over a bench and flipped up her skirt. He was balls deep within seconds. That was when another masked man suddenly appeared and began to fill Candy's mouth with his cock. Seeing my confusion, Jennifer explained. "We do a little cam show. Every couple of nights Candy sluts it up for a bunch of guys." Checking a paper on the desk, she continued. "There are thirty-two men tonight, oh, and a dog. Lots of horny guys will be logging on to our website to tell these masked men what to do to the slut." She chuckled. "It can get pretty rough at times." I stared in fascination for a moment. Suddenly, I found it difficult to breathe. Jennifer handed me a drink and told me that it would help calm my nerves. It did, although it left my head a little fuzzy. I found I really had to concentrate on small things for them to snap into focus. I squinted to stare at Jennifer's lips as she spoke. They were so red! She directed my attention back to the TV screen and started to whisper in my ear. "Look, I'm not saying I want to do this to you." Then Jennifer reached out and grabbed my cock through my pants. "But it's obvious that you want something like this, don't you sissy." All I could do was nod my head in agreement. "Maybe something even kinkier?" I nodded vigorously and continued to stare at the screen. "Good sissy," Jennifer cooed in my ear. "Why don't you watch the show and think about things to come." I was like a zombie. Jennifer undressed me down to my panties (of course I wore panties). She led me to a chair that had a dildo attached to the seat. I was lowered onto the phallus and then tied down tightly with some leather straps. More straps secured all of my limbs, a posture collar kept me staring straight ahead at the scene unfolding in the garage, and a gag kept me from complaining. She put headphones on me so I could hear what was going on, although there was a secondary audio track running that I couldn't quite make out. When she was certain that I was trussed up securely, she gave my cock a gentle squeeze. "Nighty, night, sissy," she said before turning out the lights and leaving me alone to watch what was happening to Candy in the garage. I watched late into the night as Candy was fucked non-stop by a never- ending group of masked men. At some point I closed my eyes and wondered what it would be like to spend a night being used like a sissy slut like Candy. I obviously would have been jerking off if I hadn't been tied up so securely to the chair. I did find that I could lift myself up a bit on the dildo, so I was able to get a little action in my sissy pussy. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the ride, which is when I was finally able to hear the audio that was playing faintly in my ears. "I am a sissy slut," the voice droned in my ears. "I am a sissy cum dump who needs to serve horny men and their hard, cum-filled cocks. Cum is delicious, and I love to taste it in my mouth. It makes me horny. It makes me want to be a better sissy slut. It's proof that I am a sissy slut..." It continued on a loop until I finally fell asleep tied to the chair. At some point I woke up as Jennifer checked on me. "Having fun?" she asked. "I meant to say, "Yes," but instead I went on autopilot and simply said, "I am a sissy slut." Jennifer chuckled and said, "yes you are," as she replaced the headphones. She switched the camera feed to a pre-recorded video. It was filled with swirling images and all sorts of words that flashed by too quickly to read. I tried my best to concentrate on the video, but it was too hard, Eventually I fell asleep. Needless to say my sleep was filled with all sorts of kinky dreams. I was tied up in the garage alongside Candy. We were racing to see who could swallow the most cum. There was one guy fucking my mouth while another was plowing me from behind. The line of hard cocks stretched off into the horizon, but I wanted more. I cried out as two men began to double up in my sissy pussy. They were ripping me open, but it felt heavenly. They were pounding me like machines, but it still wasn't enough. I suddenly knew that if I simply chopped off my balls, that a vagina would magically appear. My balls were already chained down to the floor. In my dream state I used all of my energy the lift myself up, ripping my ugly balls off of my body. Sure enough, I was rewarded with the suddenly appearance of a beautiful new vagina, which was quickly filled with the never-ending supply of hard cocks. They fucked me, non-stop. I was filled with so much cum that I started to balloon up like that girl in "Willy Wonka," except that I was full of cum. And then I woke up and moaned in frustration. I didn't want my dream to ever stop. In a bit of a surprise, I found that I was wearing a silky nightgown and tied up in bed. The collar around my neck was secured tightly to a leather band wrapped around Candy's tiny balls. I could feel that my balls were also tied down to Candy, and she had fallen asleep with my cock resting in her warm mouth. It didn't take long before I started thrusting and I filled her throat with my morning deposit. Candy just moaned and swallowed, never waking from her dream. I would have reciprocated, but Candy was still locked in her steel cage. I settled for the next best thing and began lapping at her balls. It was just the right thing to do. After all, "I am a sissy slut..." At some point Mistress Jennifer came in the room and pulled me away from Candy. She untied me and led me to the bathroom, where a hot bubble bath was waiting for me. Mistress helped me in and handed me a mimosa. She told me to take my time and get ready. I knew what that meant. I soaked in the tub for a while before going through the cabinets to find a lady razor. I was already smooth, but better safe than sorry, so I did another body shave. When I got out of the tub I covered myself in a floral-scented lotion. It smelled divine. I then wrapped myself in a pink robe and checked myself in the mirror. Something was wrong. After all, I was a sissy slut... My eyebrows! There were horrible. I found some tweezers and started plucking them into a fine high arch. I was halfway through the job when Mistress opened the door. "What you doing, honey?" she asked. "Making myself pretty for cock," I answered without missing a beat. She laughed and said there would be time for that later. She told me to come down and get some breakfast. Instinctively, I curtseys and said "Yes, Mistress." Jennifer laughed and led me downstairs. I knelt at her feet while she fed me pieces of toast. "Okay, sweetie," she said, "I think this is a great start, but you need to tell me if you want to go on from here." I started to answer immediately, but she shushed me. "I called Marcus last night. He says that he is excited to meet you, and that he's got something special that he wants to try with the right girl. I don't know what that means, but I think you might just be the right girl he is looking for." I was confused. I'm not a girl. I am a sissy slut. I started to tell her so, but she stopped me and lifted her skirt. She was wearing a strap-on. It wasn't exactly what I was hoping to find, but I immediately stuffed it down my throat like a good sissy. Mistress smiled and called Marcus on Face time. I couldn't hear what they were saying as she placed some headphones over my ears. Once again, I listened to a sissy mantra that affirmed that, "I am a sissy slut." I don't know how long they spoke. I didn't care. I am a sissy slut and I only care about sucking cock, even if it was a plastic substitute. After a while Mistress told me to go upstairs and wake up Candy. She handed me a key and I practically skipped up the stairs where I quickly unlocked her chastity. I lowered my mouth over her clitty and began to give her a good morning blowjob. She was still tied up, so she couldn't do much more than thrust into my mouth while I sucked on her little nub. She came pretty quickly. It was just a little dribble. It left me wanting more. She gave me more--a steady stream of piss suddenly filled my mouth. I struggled to swallow it all down. I was beaming with pride at how much I'd swallowed, because that's just the sort of thing that a sissy slut does. Mistress Jennifer was watching from the door. She handed me a drink and told me to "lock the slut's clitty back up and the untie her and come back downstairs." I did so and once again bounded down the stairs knowing in my heart that all was right with the world. I went down on my knees and kissed Mistresses feet while she asked me once again if this was what I wanted. "Sweetie, you know you were listening to a sissy hypnosis conditioning tape all last night," she asked. "Yes, Mistress," I replied. "Thank you, Mistress." "Don't thank me," she said. "It's Marcus' file. He loves hypnotizing boys like you into becoming flaming sissy sluts. Is that what you want?" "Yes, Mistress," I cried out. "I am a sissy slut!" She just shook her head and smiled. "I know you are, sweetie." With that she handed me a butt plug and told me to get dressed, as we needed to get to work. One hour later I was dressed in my boring boy clothes and sitting in my cubicle. I didn't get a lot done that morning as I kept thinking that it was just wrong for me to be dressed in these clothes After all, I am a sissy slut. Just before lunch I received a text message from an unknown man. He sent me a picture of his cock, and a message asking if I wanted to suck it. I immediately replied that I would love to, as I am a sissy slut. He responded with "Good slut, I look forward to meeting you." The phone rang. Mistress Jennifer called me up to her office on the third floor. I immediately went up to see how I could serve her. She had me close the door and go to her office closet. Confused, I opened the door to find a man completely mummified with duct tape. He was a 6' pillar of silver duct tape, except that his cock was poking free from in between the wraps of the tape. I knew exactly what I was supposed to do. I got down on my knees and started swallowing his cock down whole. That's what a sissy slut does. Mistress came over and pulled me off the cock. She had me strip and remove the butt plug. Then she backed me up and guided the cock into my stretched out pussy. There was some thrusting from behind and I felt something hot flooding into me. Mistress had me put the plug back in and get dressed. I looked up to thank her and found that she had been recording the whole thing. She handed me a piece of paper and told me to hurry, or else I would be late for my appointment. It read "Beauty Boutique: Exotic Beauty for Every Woman." I almost jumped up and down with happiness. I gathered my things and headed out the door with instructions to ask for Carmen. Ten minutes later I walked into a beauty salon in a sketchy part of town. I didn't have to ask for Carmen. She was right there waiting for me. "You must be the new sissy," she said and I nodded my head in agreement. She led me into a backroom and had me strip. I was still plugged and pantied, but everything else was boy clothes. She shook her head in disapproval and gathered my clothes up into a ball. She called her assistant, whom I think was also a sissy, but a very convincing one. She told her to get rid of my ugly boy clothes. Mistress Carmen guided me over to a sink and had me lay back. She smiled and said that Marcus would have "lot6s of fun with me." Then she put some headphones over my ears and told me to relax. I was fine until I saw that she was preparing an injection. She told me not to worry, as this is what Marcus wanted. That's all it took. I offered my arm and gladly took the shot. Then everything went black. I woke up several hours later. I was laid out on a bed like I was Sleeping Beauty. I was a bit groggy, but I took off the ever-present headphones and somehow managed to get to my feet. I gasped when I saw my reflection in the full lengthy mirror. I was beautiful. I was a girl. I was a sissy! I had been given hair extensions, so now I carried a curly mass of blonde hair that was just begging to be messed up with cum. I pulled on it to see if it was a wig. To my happiness, I found that it was permanently attached to my scalp. That's when I saw my fingernails. They were long and painted a sparkly red. They were going to look so good when they were wrapped around Marcus' cock. I brought my hands to my face and examined my makeup. I would find out that it wasn't permanently tattooed on (yet) but it was obviously done by a professional who made me look like a fully feminine, eminently sexy slut. I loved it. I was wearing a ball gown of sorts. I would have preferred something slinkier, but I realized that somebody had dressed me like this, so somebody wanted to see me in a Cinderella dress. A good sissy should always dress to please her Master. At least the shoes were hot. They were strappy stiletto heels that were so high that I had trouble standing. They were also padlocked into place, so I had better learn to walk in them soon. That was when I realized that there was something heavy filling out my bra. I reached up to feel some D Cup breasts and was sad to find out that they weren't real. Somewhere deep inside me I knew that if I was a good sissy slut tonight, I would get some real titties of my own very soon. The last thing I noticed was a pink collar on the dresser that had the words "Sissy Slut" embossed into it. There was an open padlock sitting next to the collar. There was also a ball gag and a pink blindfold. I didn't need any explanation. I put on the collar, locked the padlock shut and then put on the gag and blindfold. I knelt by the door and waited. I didn't have to wait long. There was a camera watching me, and soon I heard footsteps in the hall. The door was unlocked and I was led downstairs. Two men were guiding me, and I really, really, really wanted to get down on my knees and thank them for taking such good care of me. They took me outside where I was loaded into a car. I was tightly secured in the backseat. I got another injection, and then headphones were put on me as I passed out in the back of the car. I woke several hours later to find myself on the arm of a man being squired into a restaurant. It was like that Eyes Wide Shut movie, where everybody was dressed in tuxedos and wearing masks. I was taken to a table where I finally got to meet Marcus! God, he was gorgeous! He was a tall Black man with amazing eyes and the most kissable lips I'd ever seen. His suit jacket barely covered up what looked like an Adonis physique. Most importantly, he had big hands. I licked my lips in anticipation of what that might mean. He gestured for me to sit. A waiter pulled out the chair for me, which revealed a huge dildo jutting out of the seat. I didn't say anything as I lifted my skirt and guided the cock into my sissy pussy. It was a point of pride to be able to take the entire cock. Finally it was all inside me. I breathed out a sigh of relief and straightened my gown. I looked up to see Master smiling at me. "Good sissy," he said with a deep baritone that melted my heart. "I think we're going to have some fun." He snapped his fingers and the waiter appeared and proceeded to handcuff my hands behind my back. I was once again blindfolded and put into the headphones which started playing my sissy mantra. Truth be told, I had memorized it by this point. Somewhere during all of this it dawned on me that I was sitting in a public restaurant. I didn't care. As long as Master was there, I knew I would be safe. At some point I felt the chair being tipped back and a hard cock suddenly filled my mouth. Like a good sissy slut, I started to suck, but I was disappointed because it wasn't as big as I had hoped Master would be. I was just being a silly sissy! It was the waiter. He was the first of five men who would feed me there while Master watched from the other side of the table. I did my best not to spill a drop on my beautiful dress. Suddenly it was all over. I was uncuffed and the blindfold was removed. Master was smiling at me--which made me the happiest sissy in the world. "So your name is Sean?" he asked. "It was," I replied." "What would you like me to call you?" he asked and I immediately knew that my name was really Sissy Bessie Suxcox. He pushed a piece of paper over across the table and explained that I was correct. He had already prepared the document that would legally change my name. I didn't hesitate. I signed. The waiter was a notary and witnessed it. He also witnessed as I signed over power of attorney and several other documents that were too complicated for a dumb sissy cow like me to understand. I signed everything, trusting that Master would take care of me. The last paper read "Slave Contract." I squealing in delight as I signed. Master smiled and handed me a present. He told me to go to the restroom and put on his gift. The waiter had to help me up from the chair, but eventually I got my legs back and I found myself mincing to the powder room. I did notice that doors were labeled "Gentlemen" and "Sissies." I knew which door to enter. The first thing I noticed was the back half of three sissies poking out of the wall. Their legs and arms were strapped down tight to the wall and their balls had been pulled through a metal ring was bolted down securely. Something had been done to their balls to make them swell up to twice their normal size. I would later find out that the sissies were serving as urinals on the other side of the wall and that they had been given saline injections, which would keep them locked by their balls until the end of their shift a few days later. There was a restroom attendant in the sissy room. She was a statue of sorts--encased entirely in hardened cast material. Only her mouth and sissy balls were free, and a cast iron shelf filled with beauty products hung down from her balls. It looked very heavy. I didn't dare touch anything lest she be totally castrated. The statue sissy welcomed me and asked if she could assist me. Immediately a hidden door opened and two sissies minced into the room. They pushed a portable potty, and helped me to arrange my dress as I sat. They stayed under my petticoats and licked and sucked and coaxed me until I relived myself. They then licked me clean and helped me to my feet. One of the sissies took the box and began to help me open it up. It contained a metal chastity device. It was very small, less than an inch in length, and closer inspection revealed that there were rows of sharp points embedded inside. The sissies began to clap in delight. One of the sissies went to get some ice from the restaurant, returning moments later and practically diving under my petticoats. I could feel the two sissies working on my clitty. One of them sucked me off and gave me what I just knew would be the last orgasm I would ever have. As I deflated, I felt I hard ring being tightened around my balls. Another ring went around the entire package. And then I felt the pinpricks as the cage was locked into place. I was told to suck in my breath and a steel band was tightened around my waist and locked to the cage. The sissies came up for air and smiled at me just as the door opened and Master walked in. "How do you like your present?" he asked. I beamed and said "Thank you, Master!" He had the two sissies undress me so that he could see how it fit. By this time a few other men had entered the room and I beamed in pride at their comments about how painful the chastity looked. Master held up the key and asked me how long I thought I should stay in the chastity. I told him that I would wear it forever if he told me to do so. Master shrugged and said okay, "at least until I have those sissy balls chopped off some day." One of the sissies was carrying a tube of JB Weld. Master squired some into the lock on my cage and then put in the key and snapped it off. The men watching cheered. He did the same for the collar around my neck and the band around my waist. Everything was hardened steel, so it would take a machine shop to cut me free. I didn't care. I knew this was probably the hypnosis files and whatever was in the drugs. I didn't care because I knew that I was finally becoming a real sissy slut. Master dragged me out into the restaurant and threw me across the table. He spread my legs and pulled out his cock. It was massive! I squealed in delight as he filled me full while all the men in the room watched. He whispered in my ear in between thrusts, "You're going to be a lot of fun, slut." I said, "Yes, Master," but he stopped me. "No, I'm only your trainer. Your real Master is waiting for in Saudi Arabia." He laughed, "He's a real sick fucker, a rich sheik who gets off on using sissies and them putting them on the streets to work as back alley whores." "The secret is the hypnosis. With this new cocktail, we can make you do anything, and you'll love every minute of it." He started to pick up the speed of his thrusts. All I could do was smile as I served my purpose as a sissy slut. I started to dream about all the sick things the Sheik would do to me. Trainer Marcus started to grunt as he pounded away at me. "Maybe he'll turn you into a human toilet, nothing but a hole to piss in." "Yes, Sir," I cried. "Maybe he'll make you into furniture. Hypnotized so you're unable to move, living out your life as a table or a chair." "Yes, Sir," I cried. "Maybe he'll make a real bitch out of you, and send you to the kennels to serve his dogs. Or a cow spending every day mooing and being milked non- stop." "Please, Sir," I cried out. And with that thought, my new Trainer flooded my bitch hole with his cum. The crowd cheered and then lined up to fill my holes with their cocks. Kneeling sissies were on hand to coax their Master's cocks back up to full staff for round two. And round three. This went on all night long. Finally I was so used that I couldn't move anymore. My stomach was bloated with cum, and I struggled to keep it all down. My pussy was stretched open so wide that I feared it would never close again. I could just barely see the sun peaking over the mountains when Marcus re- entered my field of vision. He smiled down at me and said "Good slut. You're gonna make me a bunch of money." I felt a prick in my ass and everything went dark. I came to, only to find myself tied to a wooden cross in front of a mirror. I was groggy and I hurt all over, but I snapped to attention when I saw my reflection in the mirror. I was staring at the sexiest creature I could ever imagine. My feet were encased in high heels of sorts. They had shortened my tendons so I could only wear heels from this point on. The shoes were weird though. There was no heel, only the foot piece that looked something like a hoof. My legs were hairless and my skin burned a bit--which was from the chemical they used to destroy my hair follicles. It was also from the tattoos. So many tattoos! My entire body was covered with big brown and white patches that reminded me of a cow. A cow! A sissy cow! I knew what I would be doing once I got overseas. I couldn't help myself. I started to moo with pleasure. The chastity belt was gone. So were my balls. My sissy clitty was still intact, but something was tattooed along the shaft in Arabic and a large ring pierced the head of my former cock. The ring was locked to a big brass cowbell. My waist was impossibly thin (surgery and the removal of several ribs) and didn't look like it would be strong enough to sustain the massive F Cup tits that now dominated my chest. Huge areolas matched the enormous titties, and I noticed that they were leaking. I'd been given some illegal bovine hormones, and would need to be milked every day for the rest of my life. I started to laugh, but stopped when I noticed that my tongue was lolling out, and all of my teeth had been removed. My face had also been tattooed to look like a cow, although I would eventually be given a series of plastic surgeries to adjust my features so that I wouldn't even need the tattoos. Finally, there was a large metal ring pierced through the base of my nose. I just sat there and stared at the sissy cow freak in the mirror. I should have been terrified. I should of started screaming for help. Instead I smiled and started to moo again. I was hungry and needed to be milked. The door opened. Mistress Jennifer walked into the room with sissy Candy down on all fours and following on a leash. "Jesus, Sean," she said. "I had no idea what they wanted to do to you." I smiled and said, "moo." Mistress Jennifer whispered something into my ear and suddenly I could speak in human again. It seemed all wrong for a sissy cow to use words, but I did as I was instructed. Mistress had me dictate my story for Candy. I'm going to have my transformation turned into a book, complete with all the pictures taken along they way. The book will be given as a girt to everyman who stops by my new pen to breed and milk me. I can only hope that they print up a lot of books! I don't know what will happen to me and I don't know where this story will end up. I don't care. I will be happy living out my life as a sissy cow. "Moo," I said, even before Mistress spoke the hypno code in my ear that would turn me back into sissy Bessie the cow. Sissy Candy's Post Script I've recorded this as per Mistress' instructions. I watched as Master Marcus came in a fucked the cow one last time before fitting her with a tail. There was some sort of contraption, which would lock the tail in place. Sissy Bessie was then put into a crate labeled "Live Stock" and strapped down tightly for her journey. She cried out when they branded her, it almost sounded human. Soon enough though, she went back to mooing and the crate was sealed up and put onto the back of a truck. I hope sissy Bessie will be happy. I know that she will be because of the hypnosis conditioning, but I still wonder if she'll be okay, deep down inside. I hope that this was what she really needed to make her finally happy. I hope so. Especially since Mistress has been so horny while she watched sissy Bessie's transformation. Lately she's been teasing me, saying that maybe she would turn me into a real bitch and put me in kennel where I would be mounted non stop by the biggest dogs Marcus could find. I think she's just teasing me, but I fear the worst. The other day I woke up and when mistress took off my headphones I could only say "woof" for the next few hours. Mistress' Post Script Bad doggie! Author's Post Script I hope that you enjoyed this story. These are themes that I've never explored before. It started out as just a story about a guy who would get clocked by a coworker, collared and turned into a willing sissy. It started out that way, until I received an email from a man who had enjoyed my previous stories. He asked me to write something about a sissy that gets turned into a cow. Being a good sissy myself, I said yes, and here we are. I hope that you'll let me know what you think. And if you have any ideas for my next story, feel free to contact me at [email protected]. xoxo and moo; Sissy Michelle