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We’d been downstairs for about half an hour when my sister and her friends came in.

It didn't take me long to realize that, no matter how the girls were dressed, my boyfriend was definitely up to something. It hadn't escaped their notice either, because the conversation quickly turned to nothing else, and they had sat down in such a way that he was sandwiched between them. Then my sister did something unexpected for once.......

It didn’t take long before you could see him slowly losing his grip. They started talking him down; he seemed paralyzed. One of my sister’s friends ran her foot over his legs. The other one slowly pushed him off the couch with her feet. There he sat, helpless, completely captivated by my sister, unsure of what was happening to him.

I had watched from a distance and was slightly shocked at how subtly they had lured him into the trap.

My sister handed him a pair of pantyhose and told him to put them on, and he did so without hesitation.

They went much further—he even transformed right before my eyes into one of them.

The friend who had subtly lured him off the couch suddenly said, “Look, Silvia, your brother is standing there, and by the looks of it, he finds what’s happening quite exciting.”

My sister Silvia looks at her and says, “You know what you have to do.” She winks at me and says, “You know what’s coming; you saw it happen, you didn’t intervene—good luck…”

Her girlfriend took my hand to lead me upstairs. I wanted to protest, but it didn’t come across as convincing at all; I followed her, grumbling a bit, to my sister’s room...

She closed the door and sat down in my sister’s desk chair. She gently pushed me to the floor and looked at me with a mischievous smile. There was a moment of silence, and then……

I was startled, and she smiled kindly and said it was okay. 'I know how I can help you.' She say sweet.

She standup and sat down on the bed and told me I could sniff her feet. It looked so sexy, and what had happened downstairs was still haunting my mind—oh well, I’m stronger than my boyfriend anyway. I heard her whisper, “Sniff, sniff then, please sniff.” What happend downstairs, that won’t happen to me. I Look to her, how did she know that, but hey, now that she knows anyway. It looks so sexy, and how often do I get a chance like this......Her sexy finger pointed at her foot....

and I leaned forward and pressed my nose into her foot… I inhaled the scent and again and again....I couldn't stop anymore. It sounded so good in the background: “Good girl, go ahead and lick it, good girl.” I thought, “This isn't going to happen to me,” and “See, I'm stronger than that.” Oh, she's so sweet to me—thank goodness she's showing some restraint...

I don’t know how much later she said, “Should I take a picture and send it to you?”

I agreed, she took the picture and sent it, I grabbed my phone and opened the photo.....

“This… this can’t be,” I thought, I stammered, “Why?” She just winked, she put a nice black skirt on me, she took my hand and led me downstairs...

I heard my sister talking to my parents; I wanted to go back but couldn’t... I looked down and straightened the skirt I’d just put on, thinking, they’ll probably be mad at my sister when they see what she did.

But nothing happened—they weren’t surprised. They greeted me and said my girlfriend had just gone home, and that they were looking forward to the five of us going to the movies together later and then grabbing a drink at the bar……

I wanted to say something, but nothing came out. My sister gave me a hug and said, “You look radiant!, you're beaming in your new outfit”

The only instruction I was given was to make sure he/she kept remembering this, and anything went. She added, “Take a photo at the start, and everything will go much more smoothly.”

He started complaining to me about everything that had happened. I poured “him” a glass of wine, and the conversation calmed down a bit; the bottle of wine emptied pretty quickly. I just sipped some soda. He looked so sexy that, eventually, I put my hand on “her leg” to comfort her. I looked at her and before I knew it, I kissed “her”; I was surprised when she kissed me back... my hand slid up and I felt that this was a good move..... I slowly pushed her to her knees; now the photo came in handy...., OMG, only someone who knows how it feels can do it this way 💖, that really is an advantage❤️‍🔥.... the phone rang... . it was her wife..... I held her head in place with one hand and with the other I started a video call.......

Sorry, I can't hold back anymore—we know things will work out between you two..., she told.

He looked at her, defeated yet aroused, that image of his wife, the feeling that I couldn’t take it anymore; she could only swallow, and slowly something trickled down her lips. 'Why you say we?' I ask. I saw that on the other side, too, it was considered sexy… my wife, a girlfriend of hers appeared in her imagination,

and they began kissing passionately as well. For my future girlfriend, that was too much…

After yet another incident—this time they’d even come to blows—I’d had enough, so I decided to give them a taste of their own medicine. I dressed them separately in the very clothes they always made fun of, and then I sat them across from each other and forced them to make up by kissing each other.

At first I had to help them, but soon they were doing it on their own.... When I noticed they wanted to stop, I intensified their already slight erections, which made them completely lose themselves in each other. They glanced at each other now and then, and I noticed that right away. Once they were aroused enough that stopping was no longer an option for either of them, I just stood there watching until they came to their senses. But I’m afraid I’ll have to tell their parents that a lot has changed today and that there’s no turning back...

I undressed and I couldn't help it, but I was already a little excited, but that certainly didn't get any less. I stood at the foot and started playing with myself a bit... I actually stopped right away... I put on my pants and then I saw that she had woken up...

I got dressed and gave them a kiss because I had to go to an appointment. She also kissed me back passionately. When I just walked out the door, I heard her say, "Nice to know you think this is sexy." There was a shiver going through my body, I felt caught, but also relieved that she apparently did something.

When I got home, she said to me, “I’m going to give you a gift you’ll never forget. First, put on these tights,” she practically ordered me. I hesitated, but she didn’t seem to be taking no for an answer, and I figured, what’s the worst that could happen?

Now I know better......

I don’t know what came over me—first the feel of the pantyhose on my legs, and immediately, or rather, the effect they had on me. I was helpless; just as I was about to reach the end, she stopped several times. The second-to-last time, I felt and heard the ankle cuffs snap shut all at once. This was really too much for me, especially since she had put different shoes on me first.

After that, I received a picture on my phone below the video she’d made of me, which said “I’m a girl”

If you want the ankle cuffs off, you’ll have to read the picture aloud 50 times, saying “good”...

After about thirty times, I got turned on again and she started playing with me again, which definitely made reading it out loud harder and counting even more so.......

I don’t know what happened after that; I was so completely exhausted that I just fell backward onto the bed....

I don’t think I fell asleep, but it must have happened because I woke up and noticed I was wearing different clothes. The words “I’m a girl” were still buzzing through my head… I got up and walked to the mirror.

I don’t remember if I was shocked or proud of what I saw, but there was a sexy woman standing in front of the mirror…

I heard giggling; I turned to the side, and there was the neighbor—she turned out to be live-streaming with my wife.

At first it was just once in a while, but now I see how quickly the jar is emptying.

I think I need to be honest with my parents. I don't think there's any turning back for him now.

Then she said, “Put it on—maybe it’ll get hard.” She looked at me and let out a sexy moan. I pulled on her panties and slowly slid my now rock-hard inside her. “Ooh,” she moaned with pleasure. I think a sissy was born... I wanted to deny it, but it happened so fast—, before I knew it, she threw a pair of pantyhose at me... “Put them on and go on what you started,” she said provocatively... A moment later, I felt myself about to come, but there I was, standing there completely in her dress and pumps to... She said, “This certainly isn’t the last time, is it?” Then I noticed she was streaming.... I couldn’t stop it anymore... A while later, I was lying on her bed, catching my breath. I wanted to take the clothes off, but she stopped me. “This was nice, wasn’t it?” She placed my hand on my crotch, and before I knew it, I started touching myself... I wasn’t thinking anymore; I just heard her say, “See you tomorrow—my new girlfriend and I’ll be back by then...”

Then she turned to me and showed me her blog post from two months ago. There I saw a friend of mine—who, as it turns out, had suddenly gone on “vacation”—going through the same thing that had happened to me.

I couldn’t stop what I’d started.

A few minutes later, he texted me to tell me that she would help him.

About two hours later, I received a photo message. I was sitting with some female colleagues, chatting and complaining about this and that.

I was shocked by what I saw, but in a good way. I hadn't expected it, but he looked sexy. It made me feel more than warm.

I texted him back, "I'm on my way!"

My friends asked me what was wrong because I looked rushed. I showed them the photo, but I didn't wait for a reply. I just heard someone say, "Wow, she's a pretty girl..."

I didn't know what had come over me, but a agree, she is a pretty girl.... I had a nice boyfriend, and we really hit it off. Now, I have butterflies in my stomach. Where is my boyfriend? What has Mom done with him?

When I arrived, he seemed hesitant. He was shocked by my message: "I'm on my way!" My mother had said it would be okay. I flew into his arms, and we kissed very intensely. My mother was standing behind him. I looked at her for a moment, and she winked. I let her read my lips: "Thank you." She smiled and turned away.

We went to the party together but didn't stay very long.

His eyes told me everything. We both knew things would change. However, becoming a lesbian couple had never been part of our plan.

Later, my mother said that she knew we both needed a change and that the timing was perfect when he ask her for that party.

The first few weeks he changed into my girlfriend on the weekends.

"Why don't you make it yourself?" I asked.

"Your wife agrees, too. In fact, I think she agrees with me on everything now," Thamara said.

I started laughing. “I don't think so.” A video app opened, and I started it.

Before I knew it, I was out of the house, on my way to pick up my wife.

It would have been better if I had counted to ten first. They had counted on this. I walked in and was greeted by her sister. They talked to me, she gave me something to drink, I feel myself growing quieter. Then in a other room I see some flickering. I ask what it was, see didn't know we could look see say.

There were three monitors, and before I could look away, I was stupid enough to try to read the first one.

I was too weak to leave. She came into the room later. I looked at her. She started to say something, but at that moment, everything seemed to go into slow motion. I heard her talking. It sounded as if she were speaking very slowly, as if her speed had been halved. The monitors seemed to match what I heard.

Everything she says hits me hard. Really hard. "You'll do to me what your wife does to my sister." When she said that to me in slow motion, I couldn't take my eyes off the monitor. Then she repeated it, and each time, it seemed like everything was going faster. She showed me the video of my wife again. By the time things returned to normal, I couldn't stop thinking about licking her pantyhose-clad feet.

I don't know how long we did that, but I vaguely remember eventually switching places. The sisters just kept talking, occasionally groaning with pleasure. They asked me to come back the next day, and I nodded in agreement. It would be nice to do. But first, I had to go home and cook. I know what she like to eat.

The answer I received was what I had hoped for, but it was not something I had expected. You can see the surprise in my eyes when I heard it.

Now I know that won't happen, you my boyfriend. You wanted to give it a try, and now you see it, too. You were made for tights, dresses, and skirts❣️ You didn't just stop at the red dress and pantyhose; you topped it all off with that cute, fluffy, black jacket,What you found in my closet, which was not one in my room but in the guest room. I should have stopped, but you were sitting there so calmly, being so patient. When you looked in the mirror, you saw it for yourself. You were captivated by your own reflection. You almost saw your feminine self take over your masculine self. Am I wrong?

I could only confirm it and looked in the mirror again. "I can take it off and go home," I said helplessly. "Is that what you want? Because if you do, I'll ask you again, you look so hot now, and that wouldn't be fair, so we wouldn't be able to see each other anymore. I'm so sorry," she said, looking at me with almost pleading eyes.

"I still want you around, but more as a girlfriend. I'm so Sorry!" She told me. Then she looked at me. She had a shy and guilty look on her face. She said:"I should have warned you earlier. I knew this would happen because you're nicer than most guys."

"Look at you! You're so adorable. Let's go into the garden, cool down, and take some time to think about the situation."

The head of human resources was sitting on a wooden bench.

I knew immediately that she was right because I was still dressed the way she described.

"Why did you allow this?" I asked.

"I thought it would be fun to have someone who would do exactly what I say," she replied, clearly satisfied.

"I think you've picked the wrong person!" I said, still confident. She handed me her phone, and I immediately knew she was right and I was wrong.

I put my hands to my face. I felt something, so I looked at it. "As you can see, our boss has agreed to it as well," she said with satisfaction.

She showed on the next foto how it happend.

I'm sure you'd rather not have these images shared, especially since you first came across as a sissy and later as an accomplished sissy helping someone de-stress.

So from now on every workday, you will come and go to work as a husband. In the morning, the girls and I will transform you into our secretary, and you will remain in this role for the rest of the day. In the evening, you will return to who you 'originally' are. There will come a time when you have no choice but to surrender, and then you will be completely mine and serve me all day long.