Sissy in me

As part of my feminization training, Daddy would have me wear a leotard that smashed my micropenis into my body, do my makeup really cute, and grind my crotch on his leg while feeling his muscles. I felt so small and helpless as he held my soft body against his manly frame. The muscles of his chest and arms felt so solid and powerful as I caressed them with my dainty fingers. The giant cables of his thigh muscles made me gasp as I rubbed my delicate little genitals against him. I could feel my clitty leaking as I desperately humped his massive leg. Daddy required that I talk to him in a girly voice while I listed what I loved about his body. I’d say : “oooh, Daddy, I love your manly shoulders. They make me feel so safe and protected!” Then, he’d say something like: “I love your perky little titties, babygirl. They make you look so pretty and sexy.” We’d go back and forth like that; I’d talk about his powerful parts, and he’d talk about my soft and sweet little girly body. It all just reinforced the fact that Daddy was a strong man, built to dominate and control; and I was a little girl, built for pleasure and beauty. It would all culminate in Daddy’s massive cock in my ass as I bounced on his lap and clung to his neck and shoulders as he licked and sucked on my titties. After that, a wave of submission would overcome me as I orgasmed from the pure masculinity penetrating me. My pleasure filled moans and screams were undeniably feminine.

My husband says that I’m finally perfect. He feminized me, conditioned me, trained me. He married me, changed my name, told me how to dress, how to act. He made me into the perfect little wifey. I underwent several treatments and surgeries to make it possible to carry his child. As I sit next to him in church every Sunday, listening to lessons about how wives are meant to serve their husbands and be submissive to them, I sob silently. My entire existence revolves around him. Anyone who sees us can tell that he turned me into a girl a fucked a baby into me. I used to be a boy. I used to have my own life and my own dreams. Now, I will forever be a wife and a mommy, serving my husband by being feminine, and loving, and caring.

The best thing about becoming a girl for my Daddy, is that he married me! I’m a wife now! My job is to be a pretty decoration to his life, and an obedient servant to his masculinity. Even though I stopped going to church a long time ago, I get dolled up nice and pretty every Sunday, and sit next to my husband in our church. My duty is to be soft, submissive, and supportive. I’m his property now. I believe what he believes. I vote how he tells me. I obey his commands. I do my wifely duties in lacy lingerie as he dominates my body with his huge dick.

I was still a boy when I met him, but his overwhelming manliness made me want to become a girl for him. When I finally told him that I was transitioning to be his, he told me that he knew I was going to be the perfect snowbunny for him. I didn’t understand what he meant, I just knew that I was made to be under him. I became the sexiest, softest, most submissive girl I could. I squeal and moan like a girl as I bounce on his cock every night. He loves how my soft, useless clitty flops and leaks as he mercilessly pounds his sissy snowbunny.

Daddy spent a fortune on the uterus implantation procedure. Losing your male genitalia was a giant adjustment. Gaining breasts and curves, and a vagina, were huge additions that altered your mind and identity. Gaining the ability to get pregnant was a seismic shift that changed the entire world around you. Daddy became an insatiable lover, driven by the biological urge to breed you. You loved how dominant he became, fucking you without mercy. You became so feminine and submissive from the multiple daily breeding sessions. When your body began to grow his baby, you felt grounded in your womanhood and ejected into outer space all at once. Daddy was so proud and happy that you were pregnant. He paid for a glamorous maternity photo shoot that showcased your beautiful body as you grew into your motherly role. Then he sent the pictures to everyone who ever knew you as a boy, so they could see how much it suited you to be a mommy.

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I know that most of you have not followed my pride month assignments (even if you like to pretend you did). Because that’s just what most sissies and other closeted homosexuals do. It’s okay. I am not judging you. I truly understand, because I was once just like you. This is why this blog exists. To truly help you stop wasting time. Listen, sissy. Did you know that in life you can just do things? I know better than you what is actually holding you back from living the life you crave and deserve. So, please, stop using my captions just to jerk off. Stop living in fantasy land. Take small steps. Follow my lead and I promise that you will enter a world of unimaginable pleasures that is actually compatible with a normal and healthy lifestyle. Even if you won’t cum like you’re used to anymore. It will be so much better, trust me 🩷😘

a bit of a different one, let me know what you think. Inspired by the icon @initiativelouise

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