Silly Sissy Captions!

“So babe.” McKenzie hardly said a word to Caleb in High School, even though they’d been in many of the same classes. She’d even made fun of him a couple of times, probably without even realizing it. He was the smart one, she was a hot blonde redneck girl... he was a closeted sissy with a totally unsatisfied girlfriend, she dated half the football team. What was there to be friends over?

Five years later, learning that the online Daddy he’d been texting and calling night and day was McKenzie’s older brother Charlie was one of the first and worst oh my god this is real gut-punches to his manhood through his journey of acceptance that this man, this guy he’d only been texting initially to touch himself and humiliate himself, was going to be his Daddy. Of course the thought process never starts that way. If most sissies knew their conversations would become real, they’d chicken out. It’s one thing to tug their clits to the idea of showing up to Daddy’s backyard barbecue in pigtails and a swim dress, it’s another to imagine it might ever actually happen... of course, Caleb was a bit of a special case. The former valedictorian did moan and squeal and feel his legs shake as his Daddy calmly explained in his husky voice that he wasn’t going to settle for anything less than turning Caleb into his full-time sissy. That he already had more than enough information, combined with willpower, to make it a reality.

Caleb didn’t squeal when he got an email from the student affairs department at his law school the next morning asking why they’d received a call from someone claiming to be his ‘Daddy’ letting them know he wouldn’t be returning for classes in the fall. His internship called next while he was still struggling to find an explanation, and he hadn’t even hung up the phone before his Mother flung open the door of his bedroom, where he was staying for the summer, asking who Charlie was and why he wanted to ‘sit down and talk about Caleb's future’ with her. Things spiraled quickly from there as the young man’s ambitions came crashing to a halt. He was even kicked out of his home... sending him into Daddy’s arms, all according to plan.

“I woulda warned ya!” McKenzie laughed. “Charlie always gets what he wants! It’s hilarious knowing that I’m sure this was just a fling for you, don’t try and deny it! And we don’t judge, seriously!” She laughed. “Well... I don’t judge, I promise. And everyone else knows better than to give him any shit. So you’ll always be safe!”

Caleb squirmed in the folding chair. Safe here had a peculiar meaning. Safe to suckle from a sippy cup while the rest of the party drank beers? Safe to wear this ridiculous tiny princess dress and these heels? Safely locked in chastity, a fact he had been assured everyone was totally aware of? Safe to dribble into a diaper instead of running inside to use the restroom?

“But seriously...” McKenzie pulled her chair up closer and was starting to slur her words a little, clearly very tipsy. Caleb wished he had something stronger than spiked strawberry milk!

“Charlie asked me alllll about you when you first started texting!! And I was like no wayyyy, maybe he wants it as like a little distraction, but Caleb is smart, I said you were like sooooo serious, always thought you were a little better than everyone, no way you’d let yourself become what he wanted!”

Her rant was interrupted by her Mother, a buxom southern woman in a too-small bikini top and shorts. “McKenzie! Kaylee! You girls want anything?” McKenzie nodded and shook her empty beer and pointed at Caleb’s empty sippy cup.

“Thanks Mama!” McKenzie laughed again. “Have you been enjoying her as a babysitter?? Oh my godddd... baaaaabe... I guess I gotta get used to this version of you because I... hehehe! I didn’t even like you before! But now we’re sisters kinda! I mean you’re like my baby sister...”

Charlie spoke up for the first time in a deep voice. “Nuh-uh. You’re her Auntie.”

“Ohhhhh of course!!” McKenzie giggled. “Let’s hear you say it, Kaylee!”

“Well I know I’m feeling safer this Fourth of July knowing Tanner Johnson won’t be causing any problems!” The older officer laughed before mockingly asking the other officer, “Say, you seen him anywhere?” Both men burst into laughter.

“Nope!! Can’t be too careful though! Mrs. Johnson, can we count on you?”

All three burst into laughter. Tanner hated how his Mom was so flirty with every one of these asshole cops... but had the equally mortifying thought that she knew them all so well because he was such a little shithead stupid idiot his whole life. It was hard being the undersized, uncoordinated, uncool little loser constantly trying to impress the... the real men, as his Mommy would insist he called them now.

Then, a year ago he was the only one caught as part of an attempted prank against the town on the Fourth of July parade that involved stealing and lighting off several fireworks!

As unpopular and disliked Tanner was, Mrs. Susie Johnson was admired and adored. She was one of the most beautiful girls in town and it was a tragedy how her no-good loser husband left her with a no-good loser son. When his Fourth of July “Prank” resulted in actual charges, the city agreed to release Tanner to her with full custody, even at age 20, and full control of punishment after she tearfully recounted how she’d never been stern or controlling enough and how she’d rectify those mistakes.

This year’s parade, nobody would dare try a stunt like that. Not with Tammy-Lynn’s debut back into town with pigtails, a cute patriotic outfit, and an unbelievable attitude adjustment!

“Nothing lost, nothing gained, I’m afraid!” Susie smirked as two of her closest girlfriends guffawed at the sissy’s obedient curtsey to them both. “Femininity gave my sweet thing the ability to give up the parts of her that didn’t suit her!”

“I’m forever sorry we didn’t do this much sooner!” She sighed to Tanner’s High School Vice Principal, who’d disciplined him countless times. “But I’d preach it to anyone you’re having trouble with now!”

“What will we do when sweet Aubrey goes back to college?” She lamented to Tanner’s ex-girlfriend, Aubrey’s Mother gave Tammy-Lynn a big hug hello. “She’s the best babysitter I have!”

“What a fine young man, it’s been so long!” One of Tanner’s co-conspirators, now on break for Marine Boot Camp, stifles laughter as Tammy-Lynn flushes and avoids eye contact.

It was photo after photo after photo, none more humiliating than with the two officers who had arrested him last year. One, Officer Thompson, had been a friend, once so long ago.

“We’re going to make up a special Good Behavior Award for Tammy-Lynn, it’s only right!” The older offier smirked.

“LISTENNN. Chloe is one of my best friends and is one of the best girls on the planet and we tell each other everythingso I feel like I already know you!!! I think that I’m teeeechnically like the 7th or 8th person to know-know! And trust me babe your secret was always so safe with me because I think this is aaaamazing. Do you know how many boys out there wish they could be as brave as you?? Trust me girl, I’ve seen the metrics, closeted sissies, I hope you don’t mind me calling you a sissy, they’re a big market babe!! And growing! Masculinity crisis is real!”

Both women laughed, causing Daisy Jo to squirm in her dress. Even though her secret had been open for two years, hearing people discuss it this openly and freely still reminded her of the feelings of guilt and shame and embarrassment of when she was still a closeted sissy. Even now, she knew how people viewed her. The rich boy who’d used his privilege to go from Princeton student striver to sissification. Pre-Law to Princesses, overachiever brother to sissy sister. She was only on this zoom because within all the chaos, her older sister Chloe was her number one supporter. It was mostly because she felt secretly guilty she made her then-little brother play Princess dress-up when they were little...

“I also have to admit, your story is iconic and totally marketable. A sweet young man, girlfriends, good grades, sports, and a big trust fund, so like you were a total catch as a boy, that makes girls so much more interested... you use all that privilege and you cash out your trust fund to become the princess you always dreamed of being, it shows total commitment which is also a big big plus!”

“Well, so...” Daisy Jo whimpered. “That’s kind of why... I sorta overspent... and now M-Mom is...”

“Don’t worry, girl!!!” Nicole waved her hands. “Chloe told me. So unfair. I’m sure they would have had no problems if it was a BMW instead of a...” she appeared to stifle a giggle. “A collection of high-end princess dresses and heels!”

“LITERALLY!” Chloe giggled. “SOOO... I know we didn’t give you much time... but walk us through her options!!”

“OKAY, yes! Well, Daisy Jo, I have a ton of questions. Are you straight?”

“W-What?” Daisy Jo stuttered and blushed. “I have a girlfriend!!”

Chloe and Nicole both gasped. Chloe, quietly, went “Still? Alexa??” Daisy Jo nodded as if it was obvious. Nicole shook her head.

“Okay, well, you can’t be seen with her unless we do a BFF rebrand instead of any kind of girlfriend situation. Nobody’s going to subscribe to a sissy they see as unattainable!”

Daisy Jo’s head was already spinning. Holding on to Alexa had been difficult enough, she was bi but saw the hyper-femininity as a bit much, this would really be over the top...

“Now, do you wear diapers? The audience is a little smaller, just a little, but a lot more intense and active and the sponsorship deals have the best money of anything in this space...”

Daisy Jo was gasping. Chloe was cracking up. “Well?? Do you?? I’ve never asked!”

“NO!” The sissy protested and Nicole’s eyebrows furrowed a little.

“Well you’re going to have to work with me here, babe! You should also understand what it takes: daily GRWMs, that’s a get ready with me... where it would really be nice to see you tape yourself into a diaper,” she muttered under her breath. “There are lots of makeup and hair brands who see sissies as a big growth market, but the real audience is men, who again must see you as girlfriend material which means you can’t have one, and then it’s public outings, collabs with other sissies, we call those playdates, filming dance videos, haul try-ons where we’ll send you all kinds of outfits you’ll model, and then there’s the social life... going to clubs with men who love sissy accessories, dancing, looking pretty, kissing the other sissies, kissing the men themselves...” Nicole went on while Chloe excitedly nudged Daisy Jo.

“Nicole, we really want to make this work! Daisy Jo promises she’ll do what she needs to do! Right, sis?”

“Petunia?” A sweet looking nurse in her early 40s stepped out of the hallway with a clipboard. “Petunia, we’re ready for you!”

The sissy squirmed, always humiliated to respond to her new name. She poked her Mommy’s shoulder. “What is it, baby?” The tanned blonde didn’t look up from her phone.

“They called my name! Shouldn’t we-”

“Oh I’m sorry Ma’am,” Claudia looked up at the nurse without acknowledging her sissy. “Her Daddy is coming straight from work. Traffic’s bad but he’ll be here soon.”

The nurse smiled politely. “We’re happy to get hi- get her started!”

“Oh no,” Claudia maintained her smile. “No, we’ll wait! But thank you!” The nurse smirked a little and walked back into the office, surely to gossip about this to her coworkers.

“Mommy, can’t I just-” The sissy was desperate to get started and wrap up this ordeal. She hated the doctor’s office, probably why she hadn’t gone since college. That is, until Daddy...

“No dear, not only did you lose that privilege by fibbing about your height last time, but Daddy took time off work to take you today and it would be very rude.” Her tone was strict and very matter-of-fact. Petunia squirmed as she remembered the spanking her Daddy had inflicted after learning she’d told a nurse she was six feet tall. 5'10. I’m 5'10. 5'10, just to stay on the safe side... Daddy was an expert at purging these last vestiges of Petunia’s life as a “man.”

Claudia giggled as her phone buzzed with texts. “Oh my gosh, I’m texting the Mommies about this and Vicki says they don’t even do check-ups for little Ruby! That’s about to change...”

Petunia felt her clitty twinge in sympathy. Poor Ruby. She always felt so horrible when one of her rules, or especially one of her punishments, inspired one of the other Mommies or Daddies in their play group... thankfully, if it was going to happen to any of them, at least it was Ruby, she was so stuck up, she had monthly releases, that little brat... Mommy crossed her legs and went quiet, a guarantee that one of the Mommies had described something fun enough for Mommy to get turned on just reading it... did Petunia dare ask what that might have been? Early in this she absolutely would have, but her life was stricter and stricter now, and that included discussing Mommy’s sexuality at all...

The door of the waiting room burst open and Daddy, 6'2, tanned, with the daddy-bod (Claudia’s term) Mommy so loved strode over to them. “Mommy tells me they’re all ready for us! How was your day, Petunia?” He smiled and gave Mommy a warm kiss on the lips, followed by a kiss on the cheek for Petunia. “Now, are we going to have any further issues pretending we’re ‘six feet tall’ this time?” He laughed, doing exaggerated scare quotes.

My muscles are really starting to fade away. I used to look so ridiculous in these dresses, my defined arms sticking out and making me look like a freak. Now my legs have lost most of their definition, and while my arms still have some muscle, I know it won’t last. I wonder if I’ll ever look anything like the old me again. That’s if I ever get out of this place.

I’ve started to dream in the context of my new life. The first few months, almost every night I’d still be a man in my dreams. Usually I’d be dating one of my ex-girlfriends, flirting with them, fucking them... then pretty soon those dreams would turn into humiliating nightmares where whichever ex it was would start giggling when she saw my cage, or I’d be wearing a suit and suddenly my pants would become a tiny skirt in the middle of a meeting.

Now, even in cliche nightmares where I’m late for a test, back in high school, trying to catch a flight, I’m in skirts and heels. My hair is long and blonde with ringlet curls. The chiding instructions I recieve from my new masters will come from the mouth of a friend from high school or an old crush: Fix your lipstick, Candy! Sissy posture, Candy! I wake up totally convinced that some girl I thought was cute years ago surely must know about my current situation... even though it doesn’t make any sense. I don’t think they’d even recognize me now. And if they didn’t want to date me then... I don’t think seeing me scrub toilets and serve men in petticoats would change their mind.

It all makes me wonder what I’ll be like when I leave here. It hasn’t even been a year, and I look more like the sissies I met when I first arrived than the new girls now. I feel so different from them now, the fear in their eyes and the moments of humiliation you see them go through as they realize, too late, what they’ve signed up for. From what I can tell, business is booming. It makes sense. Most of these new sissies got too deep into gambling on sports and tumbled down the rabbit hole just like I did, unable to win themselves out of it. Seeing a redhead in pigtails with pushed up growing tits struggling with the taste of cock on her lips explain that if the Lakers had just scored a few more points, she wouldn’t be here, never gets less weird.

Now they’re talking about making me a head maid, which means I’d have two new girls below me. The idea of having to answer to the Masters and keep some unruly sissies in line sounds exhausting, but my current head maid is a total bitch. I kind of feel bad for her, she has seven years left in her time here. I can’t even imagine. Apparently it was initially six, but they added two whole years for poor behavior in her first few months. They can do that, but they save it for when it’s truly deserved. I think she’s trying to make up for it now, not that they’ll ever take any time off her term. She even spanks us when she feels like it, which the Masters encourage, because I’m sure to them it’s hot as fuck. Even I can admit seeing myself over another sissy’s knee whimpering and begging is probably pretty hot.

Our contracts take us from place to place, and right now my little crew is working at this horribly seedy hotel in Mexico. It’s mostly American tourists who gawk and laugh at us, but the locals are comfortable enough to actually fuck us and demand blowjobs, which we aren't allowed to refuse. I sucked three men off yesterday alone. I’m so pent up, I’m starting to get turned on when I do it, a tiny bit just from the sound of my own girlish and pathetic moans...

1

We used to fight and fight about how I’d sleep in and make us late every Sunday morning. He never thought I was properly dressed, I was always too casual, not representing him well, not taking things seriously enough, not behaving as a man should. He would be annoyed when I overate, stuffing down the pastries they leave out after the service and doubling down at brunch afterwards to eat off being hungover. He said it only added to my soft and weak frame. He’d yell at me, I’d yell back, and I’d spend the rest of the day sulking and pouting. Being my Father’s son in our town meant high expectations, and as every single person in my life has reminded me, I didn’t meet them. Being the single Father of a wayward, promiscuous, and no-good son like I was must have brought such stress on my poor Daddy, I feel ever so terrible about it. He’s such a hard-working man, combined with being a single father, I truly can’t even imagine.

That’s why these days, my routine to be ready for Sunday mornings begins the day before, when I head down to the salon for a fresh blowout before our Saturday dinners. Daddy and I always go out on a lovely date every Saturday night, it’s so sweet how he always makes sure I feel special. Then it’s an early wakeup and a refresh in the morning before dawn, quietly using my curling iron like the girls at the salon taught me to frame my face perfectly and keep the volume I work so hard for! Quite a bit of hairspray later, it’s onto my makeup routine, all before Daddy wakes. My dress is laid out the night before, but first, I scurry into the kitchen and make Daddy his coffee, eggs, and bacon (just a little grapefruit for me, of course!) which I bring to him in bed. I lay out his suit and tie while he eats, then I scurry away with the dishes so I can finish up my routine, allowing Daddy to inspect me before we set off for the 8am service, early so we may secure the best seats right up front! After all, there’s no point being all pink and perfect if nobody sees me!

I don’t want to talk about the horrid things I did to force Daddy to finally bring me under his strict control. Suffice to say, everything perfect about me now is the total opposite of how awfully I behaved then. But, as Daddy and our Pastor remind me, I am forgiven and I now live as a shining example for so many. Most importantly, I represent Daddy so well, and I love telling everyone what a lucky girl I am to have him guiding me!

Our relationship has grown so much from my transformation and through my service to him. Where we used to fight and avoid each other, now we spend almost every minute together when Daddy’s not hard at work! We go on Father-Daughter dates, we go shopping together, we socialize together, him with his friends and me with their wives...

If I’m being honest, it’s becoming quite difficult for me... I know I’m supposed to go out and find a man... but I can’t help myself, the man I want the most is my own Daddy! I have such a horrible crush on him... it’s so wrong, I know... but I can’t stop myself from fantasizing every night about the man who disciplined me and turned me into his perfect daughter, turning me into his perfect wife! I think I need to tell him the truth... and I suspect, and I hope and pray, he may even want the same thing! Whenever his friends try to set me up with their sons, he’s so jealous... a girl can dream, after all! 2

“P-Please, Daddy!!”

“Rescue us!! PLEASE!!”

“We d-don’t want to be sissies anymore!! We want to be men again!!”

“We hate ballet!! And we hate diapers!! PLEASE! Before it’s too-”

Victor Edwards slammed the laptop shut in disgust. The annual Father’s Day video had arrived again, this time with the twins sitting in the backseat of a minivan, apparently on the way to some kind of ballet practice, and diapered! His former secretary’s obsession with reminding him what he’d agreed to made him sick. Worst of all, it worked. He read the email that came along with the video.

To the Proud Father of Bunny and Lulu,

The diapers were a nice touch, don’t you think? They wear them all the time now. You should really try to make it to more dance recitals, I’m sure you’d love to see how far they’ve come!

You know how to fix this. Until next time.

xoxo, Samantha

Years ago, Victor had lost a major sexual harassment lawsuit to his own secretary, Samantha Paulson. He’d fucked that bitch so many times he just assumed she was fine with it. Really, she was building up a case that she expected would take his whole corporate empire down. And it nearly did. When it came time to settle, he’d begged and pleaded. Anything, any payoff, any way for him to keep his wealth and his lifestyle. At first, she’d said no way. Then the next day, her attorneys came with an offer. She’d settle for a simple annual payment of $500,000, really a paltry sum all things considered, but enough for her to never work again. DONE.

The second stipulation was harder to explain. Samantha wanted full custody of Victor’s twin sons, Bradley and Luke. They were away at prep school, but every time Samantha had to interact with them they were spoiled, awful, entitled brats who openly disparaged women just like their father. She’d sold it to the attorneys as wanting to re-educate them. She pretended she felt like a maternal figure despite the coercive relationship she had with their father. Everyone hated Victor so much, they believed her. He agreed.

Really, it was all about humiliating Victor. She pulled them out of prep school, moved them all across the country, and informed them under no uncertain terms their Father had sacrificed them and their futures for his own wealth and comfort. Then she dropped the next bombshell. Bradley and Luke were to become Bunny and Lulu. All it would take to undo these changes was for their Father to give her what was rightly hers. At first they thought it was just a sick joke. Then they reassured themselves by thinking he’d rescue them. That was three years ago. Now, the demand on Victor had become even more absurd. The only way to rescue them from a life of sissification and entrapment was for him to come and take their place. When they learned that, they bawled and bawled, knowing he never would.

“Look, baby, if you have an issue with this you really need to take it up with Daddy! He asked me very clearly how many diapers we’d brought and he did his math and said it wasn’t nearly enough! I guess I didn’t realize it was only equivalent to 2 a day, and he’s right, with the beach and the pool and your usual messes, that isn’t enough! Sooooo, you can hate this shopping trip all you want, but it’s necessary for your comfort, baby!”

A backseat, six and a half hour road trip while his wife Jenny drove their SUV, loaded with bags, on the phone with her girlfriends while Henry struggled to occupy himself by reading his rules, playing with a few barbie dolls, and staring out the window.

A two bedroom condo right on the beach rented by Daddy, specifically because the second bedroom was tiny and decorated for two girls, with a twin bunk bed and Disney princesses everywhere.

A list of rules sent the day before the drive with instructions for Henry to write them down, in pink crayon, so he could study and review them throughout the trip. Rules as simple as #2: Sissy Holly must sunscreen heavily on the beach to protect her pale and delicate skin, #5: Sissy Holly must knock and politely ask permission to enter Mommy and Daddy’s room, or #8: Sissy Holly may not order for herself while out to eat... but also as devious as #13: Sissy Holly must loudly announce needs while in public, including diaper changes, ba-ba refills, or anything else with “Mommy / Daddy, may I?” at full volume. Henry’s least favorite, without question, was #1.

#1: Sissy Holly will not reference “Henry” in any way or behave as if he exists through the entirety of the vacation. Failure to obey this rule will result in extreme punishment.

Having spent most of the car ride memorizing these, he hadn’t stopped thinking about what “extreme punishment” could mean. Over-the-knee spankings were standard. Chastity was constant. Daddy treating his wife like his slutty girlfriend was a given. What else could he do? How much further could Daddy take this whole insane fantasy?

Henry’s mind raced as the older redneck woman behind the counter stared slack-jawed at the beautiful brunette buying a summer’s supply of diapers for the ridiculous, demure sissy standing behind her.

“Mommy?” Henry’s voice betrayed a hint of his repressed male self, causing Jenny to raise an eyebrow and dramatically open her mouth with shock, only to soften slightly as she saw the look of sincere worry in her sissy husband’s eyes.

“Is everything okay, darling?” She’d known some version of this was coming. This was lot, even for a sissy as pathetic as her Henry. It was also a summer she’d been looking forward to since the moment her boyfriend suggested it, and the idea that a sissy’s objections would ruin that was ridiculous. Still... “Tell Mommy, baby.”

“W-What does Daddy mean by ‘extreme punishment,’ Mommy?” Poor Henry’s trembling lips betrayed incoming sobs. “It’s... I’m worried, Mommy! This is all going to be so... so hawwwd to do all summer!”

Jenny cooed as she strapped her husband into the backseat of their SUV.

“Oh honey, we know it will be. That’s why the punishment exists, silly! We wouldn’t punish you so harshly for failing something easy, we’re doing it because we want you, we need you, to be a good girl this summer so we can trust you!” Her eyes sparkled. “Do you really want to know?” Henry nodded feebly.

“If you misbehave this summer, your extreme punishment... will be your return to life as a “man,” not that you’ll ever be one again. But Daddy and I have discussed it, and... this dynamic is all either of us want. And we need you to prove that you can obey, forever. That’s the punishment. If you aren’t a perfect sissy for us... and I know you will be... then Daddy and I will stay together, and you won’t.”

1

I wish I could tell you I was disgusted with my actions. Honestly, it would have been much better if I’d had intense post-nut clarity and snapped out of it.

She doesn’t confide much in me since her Mother and I were divorced a few years ago, but she knew I’d always been deeply suspicious of that little loser. Blake. They went out for almost two years and I never once thought he was good enough for Chelsea. I was fucking thrilled when she dumped him. I just thought it was for any number of the obvious reasons: not a provider, weak, smarmy, know-it-all... well, I knew he was a beta of some kind, but I wouldn’t have expected... or really, I just didn’t know it was even a thing!

She told me I was right. Not only was he a loser who didn’t deserve her, he was something called a sissy baby. Apparently he begged Chelsea to enact scenes with him, change his diaper, dress him like a girl, even take other boyfriends and cuckold him. Thank god she up and left, and apparently she told him very clearly to go find a boyfriend instead of dragging her into any of that.

Well... that’s what first piqued my interest. I couldn’t help it. Imagining what Blake would look like if he was actually doing this. He wanted his diaper changed?? To be dominated?? Fuck. What an unlucky little shit. To be turned on by something so fucking... humiliating. I’d never even considered anything like that before. Then I couldn’t stop. I started researching it online and soon it was all I thought about. Worse than that. I was thinking about Blake. Was he doing this too? What name did he go by? Was he... was he on apps? Was there a way for me to find him?

I shot ropes of cum across the room when I came across his Grindr profile. I did feel just enough shame to not message him... until the next morning.

My little bit of research into the kink, combined with my actual knowing the little shit, let me wrap him around my finger. My only picture was a shirtless flexing pic of my tanned torso and arms I took for some lady I was fucking a year prior. I looked like any musuclar dad and I was very explictly told I was his type. He also answered my question: his sissy name was Becky. Fuck.

Upon my orders, soon he was texting me nearly all day, every day. Pictures of his diaper he was sleeping in overnight, the cage he was wearing, sneaking all of it in his childhood bedroom because he’d just gone through a bad breakup...

Playing the role of the Daddy, I suggested a meetup. I’d let him arrive at the hotel hours before me so he had time to get ready. I’d struggled to keep from masturbating for over a week... I wanted to save all of it for Becky. I told her to bring enough clothing for two days and tell whoever needed to know they’d see him on Sunday.

It was all I could do to not explode when I saw the little expression of shock, and horror, and clearly deep arousal as she saw me. Realized what was happening. And, to my delight, even while holding back some kind of panic attack, obey my orders and curtsey hello to her Daddy.

Well, I don’t know what my plan is here yet. But I know I’m far from done with Becky.

2

I should have run away. I should have slammed the door, ripped that ridiculous dress off, and relied on mutually assured destruction to make sure he’d never say a word. It didn’t really occur to me in the moment that he was just as fucked as I was if this got out. Maybe even worse than me. Chelsea already knew I was a sissy baby, she didn’t know her Father wanted to fuck them!

But I didn’t. I gasped and felt my stomach flip. My heart rate went through the roof. I was speechless. I’d never been so confused by what was panic and what was arousal in my life. So I didn’t do any of that. I squealed, I curtseyed, and I spent the next two days servicing my ex-future-Father-In-Law. He was the first man I’d ever been with. Sometimes while I tossed and turned, caged and diapered in my bed at my new 9pm bedtime (Daddy reasoned it was late enough that it wouldn’t arouse genuine confusion, but early enough it was another method of his control) I wondered if he might be the only man I ever end up with. Because he is showing zero signs of letting go. In fact, his control is basically ruining my life. What’s left of it.

After Chelsea and I broke up, I had to move back in with my Mom. Being in my childhood bedroom, after being dumped for being a sissy baby, it just... I couldn’t help myself, it became all I thought about. I was spending half my day on Tumblr indulging my worst sissy impulses... fantasies of all kinds of things, the loss of my independence, my dignity being ruined even further, the idea of obeying dominant older men. Imagine my joy when my usually dormant Grindr account blew up with one messaging me.

I have a hard time staying upset with him, because while the idea of using the knowledge he’d built up about me while I was trying to impress him and date his daughter to humiliate and sissify me is insanely fucked up, it makes me more turned on than anything possibly ever has.

Then came the most humiliating weekend of my life, locked in a hotel room having my diaper changed by him, sucking his cock, nodding along and agreeing fully as he outlined all the ways he’d always known I was a failure. Our pillow talk was him feeling my body up and fantasizing about all the ways he wanted to control me, how he couldn’t believe I wanted this, but since I did want it, he didn’t feel bad about giving it to me. I didn’t fully appreciate what that meant at the time. I thought maybe more hotel meetups, enough to keep him happy and satisfied… but no.

I didn’t realize how serious he was until Monday morning when I was sent a long and detailed list of rules he’d come up with. I would no longer be going in person into work. I would be diapered whenever circumstances allowed, meaning all day at my desk while my Mother was at work and every night while I slept. I would practice my makeup daily. I was to wear a chastity cage that he held the only key to. I would delete all dating apps, those where I was trying to date girls and where I was exploring my sissy side. I was his now. My weekends were his too, and our visits would go from Friday at 5 to Sunday morning, every week. I was to be shaved, made up, pigtailed, diapered, and obedient.

Today, it’s been six months. I look more like a sissy every day, as Daddy’s diet regimen has caused me to lose weight and his insistence I get some lip filler has left even my boy self looking like a sissy to those who could see the signs. My work from home requirement resulted in a major demotion, meaning I now spend most of my income on obeying Daddy’s rules, a dynamic he thoroughly enjoys. I dream as a sissy now, too, and I’m almost always wearing a diaper.

Everyone thinks their secrets are still secrets. It’s a convenient little delusion that allows them to live dangerously without ever considering the consequences. Worse still, much worse, for spoiled brats, who think everyone loves them and respects their wishes no matter how much gossiping happens the moment they leave the room. This phenomenon was to be the complete downfall of Prince Henry of Pillipulia.

It was just the women in court, he told himself. Just the ones whose clothes he’d secretly borrowed, the ones who he tried pitifully to take as a man only to confess, whimpering, that he would rather wear their petticoats than fuck under them. The silly thing didn’t even think his Father, the King, knew. Of course, he did, and unable to look his swishy son in the eye and admit to him he knew, he was off trying to find an alliance to secure their future when he was captured by the armies of one of their adversaries, King Harald. The King knew of Prince Henry, and wasted no time seizing the opportunity to confront the newly elevated and very, very weak young Prince. He arranged a Royal meeting, to negotiate terms of Pillipulia’s total surrender.

“I could do this the hard way, you know. But if you want to go down that road, let me ask you, who would fight for a sissy like you? Who would sacrifice themselves so a prissy little prince-turned-princess can swirl and mince about? Isn’t the mere fact that I know this fact enough to assure you that everyone could know? You’ll end up the same way, the feminized toy for a man... only question for you, is would you rather that man be me, and you may continue as Princess, or if that man should be the lowest of my guards, perhaps even one of my slaves...”

Every word of counsel from Prince Henry’s advisors, on how to be strong and negotiate forcefully fled his mind, replaced with the natural submission of a true sissy, one who was being ordered and demeaned by a man. A man who would humiliate the Prince. Who would force him into service, as a proper Princess, despite any protestations or whimpering or pleas... it was enough to... oh my gosh!

Prince and King stared at each other in mutual shock as Prince Henry’s attempt at a confrontation ended, entirely, with the Prince spurting down his pant leg, his body convulsing and eyes tearing up as he displayed such pathetic weakness in front of a truly dangerous rival. Word spread far and wide that not only had the Prince surrendered, he’d spilled the final seed of his royal line into his breeches.

Two years later, Princess Henrietta’s shame knew no bounds. Her Father toiled as the lowest of servants, working with the other women servants laundering and cleaning in the castle. Her former Ladies of Court were now her handmaidens, each of them charged with the ruthless enforcement of the Princess’ feminine life. Their treatment of the Princess was informed by each maiden’s personal mixture of scorn and pity.

Her husband, King Harald, ruled her birthright with an iron fist. His soldiers were prioritized, meaning any Pillipulian male was second in line for the opportunity to breed with his own wife. Princess Henrietta was to be the role model for dozens of weak men like him, all who would become feminized brides to their new rulers. Henrietta, of course, was perfectly sculpted by priests, handmaidens, and even women who claimed to be witches to become the perfect, and plump, manifestation of the Princess her King desired.

“Now we HAD to get the boring stuff on the agenda out of the way, because we all know why attendance is so high tonight,” Hayley Howard, School Superintendent for Roscoe County, said laughingly into the microphone to a huge laugh from the crowd. “Now, for those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about... where the hell have you been??” Another big laugh. “Okay no seriously. It’s been a minute. Let me give just a little background...”

“So, let’s start with the worst part: my ex-husband, who most of you will know as Spencer Holcomb, had this job before me. You all know this, and I’m grateful for how welcoming you’ve been as I transitioned from Principal to Superintendent. Now, my ex-husband had a few secrets. Where to begin...” More laughs. “WELL, number one: he was spending school resources on sissification! Big word, that means turning yourself into a mincing, caricature of a woman, submissive and hyper-feminine. More hyper-feminine than me, or any of you, trust me!” Guffaws and gasps burst out from the crowd as Hayley walked through the sordid details. “Now, stealing money for this ridiculousness is a crime. What’s worse, is when that came out, a little more scrutiny revealed that he was even more of a liar, Mr. Smarty Pants was a high school dropout who’d faked his college degree to come work in our little district. Another big no-no!”

“SO! We hashed things out, girl to girl, and arrived at a perfect solution for all involved. I took his bank account and made his dream come true, and you’ll see in a second, his dreams came TRUE. But that’s not enough. We all know how important it is to educate yourself, and a high school diploma is a must-have for success. So, we agreed that Spencer would need to go complete his education. Now you’ll all meet the new Spencer here in a moment, but we wanted to leave this up to a vote. Obviously it will be a little disruptive for a former authority figure to re-enter the classroom as a junior at our High School. I’ve heard from many of you who think this is a perfect punishment, but if the vote is less than unanimous, we won’t do it! So... Steffi, come on out!”

To cheers, whoops, and sarcastic applause, Steffi strutted out wobbling on her heels. The former Mr. Holcomb had met everyone in the crowd as the superior, smart, sarcastic leader he’d pretended to be through his short career. Now, his secret was out... and he felt like his heart was going to explode! His face was flushed, he had cold sweats, his heart was racing... and of course, Hayley couldn’t have looked more beautiful and in charge, commanding the room completely while he surrendered to it.

Everything Hayley had said was true, of course. Spencer, or Steffi, was no stranger to the irony that he fantasized about being exposed as a sissy ditz while actually having a major lapse in his own qualifications. The one insecurity fed the other, he always supposed. Now, those feelings were ruining him.

“Anybody have any questions before we vote?” Hayley laughed from on stage. Hands shot up across the crowd.

Ryan Morris, coach of the football team, asked jokingly “So, does this mean you’re single?” Hayley winked and laughed. “YES.... technically I’m now even a single mother!” More laughter.

“That’s quite the hairdo! Is that a wig?!” Joanna Musgrave, local queen bee and Mom of 4 with a big blonde hairdo of her own, seemed genuinely impressed. “Well of course! No expense spared! We liquidated all his male possessions anyway, so we had quite a lot to work with! Thanks again to Coach Morris for buying Spencer’s old car for his daughter!”

“Where’s she living now?” A cute young english teacher asked, sincerely. “We re-did the guest room! Thank you to those of you who donated some things your girls had grown out of...” More winks and laughter as some of the Moms in the crowd giggled knowingly. Steffi’s new room was overlflowing with ridiculous girly toys, posters, leftover makeup and accessories, all sorts of things that would have made Spencer swoon when he was a closeted sissy. Now that he was living as one, it all felt... so ridiculous! So tacky! It almost felt as if he’d swapped being a closeted man who had sissy fantasies for being an open sissy with fantasies of being the adult man he’d once been! He trembled as it really hit him, what a terrible mistake this had all been, he’d gone along with the punishment Hayley had suggested because it tickled his sissy fantasies but it was so real, this wouldn’t really happen, no way, it- Just then, as he looked over the crowd, he realized every single one had their hand up in the air.

“Look at this room!” Kristi giggled and spun around the hotel suite, giving her newlywed husband a view of her perfect ass in tiny shorts as she admired their view of the ocean. “This is perfect!” Her giddy tone became slightly more serious as she saw her husband’s expression... somewhere between a whimper and a grimace? “Oh darling, don’t think I don’t know how hard this is for you, and I love you so much for doing this... for us! We deserve a vacation this nice, and you made it possible.” She winked and giggled, putting her glossy lips to his. “My little... provider!” More giggles, and these felt a little meaner.

Provider was about the meanest thing she could say to Brian. Brian wasn’t providing anything. Their Daddy was. Brian and Kristi had been having... bedroom troubles. Brian was sweet, he was helpful, he loved Kristi dearly, but he not only was... poorly endowed, he was generally just not up to the task of pleasing a girl like his then-fiancee. She tried idea after idea, and while buttplugs and pegging certainly made her man squeal and spurt, it didn’t help her much if he went from lasting 2 minutes to 30 seconds just because his rear end was stuffed. Kristi’s spicy online stories drifted from her usual fantasies of masculine men,enemies to lovers tropes, princesses and warlords... they never really fit her actual sex life anymore. Instead, she explored stories of cuckolding, men who took the dominant role in a loving but unsatisfied couple. In every story, both wife and husband ended up better off for ceding authority to a man. Brian would hear her vibrator running, and was aware this was the direction her fantasies had taken, sneaking looks at her phone when he felt weakest...

Brian had been struggling with fantasies of his own. Kristi pegging him had unlocked a submissive side that had been trying to burst out ever since. Quickly, he went down the rabbit hole from pegging, to cuckolding fantasies of his own, to sissification, chastity, denial. The little rule-follower began imagining a man who would enter their relationship and enforce all kinds of strict, humiliating, and punishing restrictions on him while Kristi lived her best and most well-fucked life...

When Kristi suggested they explore on apps, just for fun, each of them knew it was much more serious than that. The very first night, he licked her to orgasm while she messaged the man who would, eventually, become their full time and only Daddy.

And Daddy was perfect. Muscular, tanned, early 40s, divorced and very wealthy. Oh, and he loved rules. And even more than that, he loved sissies. How easy they were to toy with. Kristi loved his energy. She loved Brian romantically, of course. But Daddy was like the man from her fantasies. As the wedding approached, he took opportunities to exercise his control and authority over them both more and more. Every important milestone as they prepared for the wedding, Daddy would find ways to insert himself and humiliate Brian. He made sure to fuck her the afternoon just after she tried on her wedding dress, while Brian was forced to go to his own tuxedo fitting wearing a very tight chastity cage and panties. He even played a very dangerous game with Kristi on her bachelorette party, showing up as a stranger while she was bar-hopping with her sisters and girlfriends in Nashville and flirting hard over the night. Their chemistry was so obvious and hot, Kristi was forced to spill the truth to her group of girls... all of whom were totally supportive, after lots of laughter and teasing, and agreed to keep the secret. Mostly. From her parents, at least!

Then came the most escalated demand. Daddy would pay for the honeymoon. In fact, he’d pay for a whole new honeymoon at a luxury beach resort in the Caribbean. On one, major, condition: Brian would spend the entire honeymoon in his sissy-baby-wardrobe. What wardrobe, Brian had asked incredulously? Well, that would be arranged as well. Kristi, in a stroke of cunning, made the decision totally up to Brian... and how could he say no?

“You know, one day, I’ll be able to pay for a room like this for us... once I’m further along at work...” Kristi spun around with an expression of genuine surprise. “You don’t think so??”

“I- I’ve literally never thought about it! You’ve never talked that way before!” She appeared to think for a second. “Don’t... I wouldn’t talk that way in front of Daddy when he gets here. I don’t think he’d like it. Seriously. Daddy hasn’t sent his list of rules yet, but I’m going to guess comments like that would break at least a few of them...”

Marcus Willis Jr. had it all. Millions in NIL deals before his 22nd birthday, a guaranteed ticket to the NFL, and a father who’d played 11 years in the league guiding him. He was the perfect prospect and expected to go in the first round. There was only one real question mark as teams evaluated him. And it was a little awkward to talk about, but that didn’t stop the rumor mill.

Was Marcus dating his... sissified stepbrother?

The facts were undeniable. His Father had married a gorgeous ex-cheerleader when Marcus was in high school. She’d brought with her a nervous son, then going by Liam, 18, who was described by his former friends as smart but reserved... certainly not the type, they all said, that any of them would have expected would transform himself into a bubbly blonde, or certainly start dating a guy like Marcus!

These days, Lila was sweet, bubbly, beautiful, still reserved but very friendly, and absolutely adoring. Her TikTok was all dance videos and cute fits for Marcus’ games and events, the comments almost entirely supportive, definitely some naysayers and haters, but Marcus was too good a player for any of them to come from his fans.

The problem, for some, was the way he talked about it, when asked. He’d almost always defer and move on quickly, but with little hints. “Yeah, well, she learned what a man is,” he’d say. Or the remark that really raised some eyebrows: “I really don’t see the big deal... white boy, white girl, what’s the difference?”

Some of the more conservative, and more white, voices in the draft tried to object. Would it make other players, some in particular, uncomfortable to play with someone who held such a clearly... dim view of white masculinity? Those objections may have held back a lesser player. But the fact was, Marcus was too good to turn down. Worse still, he knew it, and had no intention of hiding his sissy away from the world. Even if he wouldn't discuss her in detail, she was nearly always there, and as the draft began she looked gorgeous and didn’t leave his side. Even some critics had to admit that she did seem to truly support him...

Ultimately, none of it mattered. The crowd burst into applause as Marcus was drafted in the first round. Cameras watched as he gave Lila a big kiss and grabbed her tightly as he walked up onto the stage. Millions saw a loving, gorgeous, submissive sissy on the biggest stage.

What would happen if she got even more popular? What if she started going on podcasts and tiktok and getting into much more detail about how she made the choice to go from reserved young man to girly-girl arm candy? Would people start looking differently at their boyfriends, or their sons, or their friends? Was that really a discussion that anybody was ready for?

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“Absolutely it’s going to be embarrassing. Fucking absolutely embarrassing. That’s the point. You embarrassed me by having an affair with that stupid girl. You made me have to walk around places being gossiped about. After this, we’ll be even. It’s just one time, you won’t know the man, and it’s just for you to see that I can still put you in your fucking place if I want to. Otherwise, I have no power in this relationship. So that’s it: take it or leave it. But if you leave it, I leave you.”

That fucking BITCH! Ryan Fisher was furious. She never should have found out that he was fucking his assistant. It was all her loser of a boyfriend’s fault, what kind of man DM’s the wife of another man and gossips like this?? But... if Sarah left him, it would cost Ryan a fortune. Not to mention, be quite personally embarrassing, far more so than a little private moment he could forget about, even if it sounded fucking humiliating. So, Ryan agreed.

Sarah insisted that he do his whole Salon routine across town and drive him to and from before her date came over, a humiliation that was not part of the agreement and had left him feeling small and pathetic. As he rode back after a humiliating trip to a fancy wig shop to buy the ridiculous blonde updo perched on his head, he tried to reassure himself. He was going to watch his bitch of a wife get plowed by some loser, he was going to wash all this ridiculous shit off, and when he fucked Marissa again he was going to do it twice as hard, whether that boyfriend left her or not... thoughts of her sweet, perky tits danced in his head, that feeling cruelly interrupted by the small plastic chastity cage Sarah had insisted on as part of the fantasy. It made him feel so much more the part, a feeling that was intensifying as he awkwardly got out of the backseat of his own car, as Sarah had insisted upon. She hadn’t said a word, simply giggling and dancing as she drove to various sexy girly pop songs to hype herself up, each one more grating to Ryan.

So far, it was honestly a lot worse than his worst fears. And why had she insisted on this style?? He knew he’d be dressed as a girl, but this was like what a cartoon doll might wear!! So... juvenile, or vintage, or... it was somehow so much more emasculating than simple girl clothes... the way the tight bodice constricted his waist, the swish of his petticoats... he was about to watch a man fuck Sarah?? The deed taking place before Ryan could even have a drink or two to settle the fact that he was about to enact some kind of sick cuckold fantasy was trouble enough, just the idea of spending another second like this was horrible...

“One final little touch!” She giggled as she walked ahead of Ryan, still humming some Daisy Carpenter song with her hair bouncing. “Tonight, you’ll be named Lucy.” She burst into a big giggle. She was in way too much of a good mood for Ryan’s taste. And Lucy?? What the fuck?? He felt faint as Sarah open the door, striding inside, and then- 2

“Oh, HONEY!” Ryan’s jaw dropped as his Mother stood in the foyer, beaming and a little giggly, her arms open to give him a big hug! “Welcome home!!! I hear someone had a big day!!!”

Ryan looked around, his heart racing and head spinning. Behind his Mother stood his sister Kayla, the middle child, on the left, gasping and giggling. Behind her were two of Sarah’s friends, then his youngest sister Chloe, then Sarah’s sister Brielle... no, no no NO, this was bad, this was... standing right next to his Mother, Sarah held a smug expression that made him want to faint. This was a fucking setup! This was all- wait, if this was a setup, then they all think...

“My sweet Lucy!!! I can’t believe it, you’re so beautiful!!!” As his Mother wrapped Ryan in a huge hug, Sarah cheekily addressed the girls in the room.

“Our sweet girl here begged me to find a way to ask his Mommy what he would have been named had he been born a girl! Isn’t it such a pretty name, and finally put to use, isn’t that right Mrs. Fisher? Sweet Lucy here practically burst into sobs the second she heard it! Said it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever heard!”

“Well we’re all very happy to welcome another girl to the family!” Chloe giggled. “Plus, I’m not the youngest anymore!” Ryan stifled a whimper of confusion, still being held tightly.

“Oh yes, just so everyone knows, Lucy here feels it’s most appropriate, given her late blossoming into girlhood and her delightfully juvenile fashion sense that the family structure be re-oriented so everyone considers her the youngest sister.” One of Sarah’s friends nearly choked on her laughter, before managing to yell out a giggly “Makes perfect sense to me!”

“ME TOO!” Ryan’s mother squealed. “We’re all just so happy to see you embrace yourself... you’ve been so miserable these last few years and now we know why!! And as usual your PERFECT w-wife... well, we’ll have to figure that out,” she said, turning to Sarah warmly, “has helped us all understand so we can best help you!”

“H-Help understand...” Ryan spoke his first words since walking in the door, in a meek but still his own voice that caused the girls in the room to giggle further and whisper how that would need to be worked on.

“Yes, dearie!! Your Father couldn’t be here, and he’s going to need a little help adjusting, but he volunteered to handle your work for you! In fact, he’s there now getting your things in order!” Ryan’s stomach dropped. This was going from humiliating to apocalyptic.

“My t-things?” Another giggle from the group.

“Hehehe! Don’t worry dear, not your things, heaven knows how traumatizing those “Ryan” things and tasks must be for you! He’s simply explaining how best we can handle this and ensuring your last paychecks go to Sarah here, that sort of thing.” Ryan’s emotions went quickly from rage to panic. This was all far, far, too much. This was Sarah’s revenge? To force him to be some kind of mincing sissy?? To make everyone think this is what he wanted?? No, no NO!

To his further horror, the combined effect of all of this had him feeling like he was about to sob. His cheeks felt puffy, his eyes felt heavy, his breath was getting shallower and shallower... Sarah knew this happened, she must have been counting on it... and sob he did. Weeping, whimpering, sniffling sobs as the whole room gasped and giggled.

“Oh, she’s so overwhelmed!!” Cooed Kayla, who appeared genuinely affectionate.

“Welcome to girlhood, baby!” Sarah’s friend Maya laughed, clearly scornfully to those who knew.

“We have a million more surprises... wait until you see your room!!!” Chloe’s sweet voice made Ryan sob harder.

Sarah pulled the sobbing sissy in close for a hug, whispering in Ryan’s ear and letting her lips touch her ‘husband’s’ cheek.

“By the way, the other thing, the part where I get fucked by a real man, is still gonna happen. Probably many times. You’re stuck like this, baby.” She kissed his teary cheeks and thought of all the people who’d get to see what her husband truly wanted to become, deep down, all this time... maybe she’d start with Marissa and her boyfriend... 3

"Wave goodbye to Daddy! That’s my good girl! Say have a good day at work, Daddy! OH, how I love this part of the day! Don’t you, Lucy darling?”

“Yethh Mithh Thhawwah... I wuv waving bye-bye to Da-da!”

“I bet you doooo! A big strong man like that needs his girls to encourage and support him every day! You remember how hard a big finance job like Daddy’s used to be on you! But it’s just us girls now, just how you like it, right baby?”

Two years had passed since Ryan’s betrayal and Sarah’s plot to trap her cheating, misogynistic husband into life as a prissy, regressed, sissy had worked beautifully. In mere minutes, a formerly dominant and assertive man was viewed by all the women in his life as a simpering, whimpering, sissy in a silly little dress. It was an image none would ever forget, and a role Ryan had been incapable of talking himself out of. She skillfully deployed his overbearing Mother, the only woman Ryan was truly afraid of disappointing, as the padlock on the door back into his manhood. She was so convinced from the minute Sarah had told her that her oldest son was a secret sissy, and worse still for Ryan, she’d been so thrilled that the son she’d grown weary of watching act so coarsely was only doing it to over compensate for the softness she knew was there. It was a powerful emotional cocktail that had majorly helped keep Ryan in place as she locked him in as her sissy.

What really surprised Sarah was how nearly everyone in Ryan’s life accepted this truth. His sisters eagerly embraced their new roles as his older sisters, and dedicated themselves to wrapping poor Lucy in a feminine embrace, taking him shopping, going on girly errands together, taking him to the nail salon and even for tea like they had when they were young.

His male friends largely vanished, but his few female friends (mainly ex-girlfriends) all reached out to express their support. A few even reached out to Sarah to tell her how brave she was, and publicly supported and praised her for taking it all so well.

Then there was Marissa, the secretary he’d cheated on Sarah with. Initially, she had some ideas for what she could do to get her back, beginning with a sit down girl-to-girl to poke at her worst insecurities. It was there where Marissa tearfully apologized to Sarah, explaining she was worried she’d lose her job. Sarah forgave the sweet girl immediately, and hired her as a babysitter, for a very good rate, for all the dates she’d be going on in the near future. Marissa gleefully accepted, after insisting that the chastity cage “Lucy” was locked up in never be removed. Both women loved the perverse reality that Lucy’s last male orgasm had been inside his babysitter. The same babysitter who insisted on a 7 PM bedtime, G-rated princess movies only, lots of playing dress up and dolls, and no solid foods while she was in charge.

“Welcome back to Alpha Dogs. We’ve got a special show for you today. I want you to take a look at the two pathetic blondes I have with me today. Seriously look at these two. They’re sissies. That means they were beta men, and thanks to my program, they’ve become their true selves. As beta men, they had no value. None. Worthless. No ability to compete with men. No ability to attract women. And we have to be honest. Some men like this are unable to be saved. I can’t do it. I can’t help them be men. I’ve helped thousands of men be their optimized selves, but I can’t help betas like this, nobody can. They can’t even help themselves. So we needed to figure something else out, right? And you’re looking at the solution for so many former men like this. Sissies, introduce yourselves like we discussed. You have to explain things to sissies like this in advance.”

“I’m Jessi! I used to be Jason Kannock.” “And I’m Kylie! I used to be Kyle Morton.”

“Good job sissies. Sissies like these need to name and shame their former selves. When a man fails so spectacularly, like these two, they become something totally new. But here’s what’s special about them. They’re not like most modern women or modern beta males. They celebrate masculinity. They revere and worship real men. These two worship me. They support real men completely. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes Daddy!” “Yes Daddy!”

“Why don’t you explain a little more how you got here? Jessi, you first.”

“Yes Daddy!! I tuned in to Daddy’s channel after my ex-girlfriend dumped me for her self-actualized and totally alpha male boss! I was so lost and upset, I bought the premium counseling services so I could chat 1:1 with Daddy, and after I confessed to Daddy that I’d always had secret sissy fantasies I struggled with, he helped me realize there was no hope for me to EVER be a real man like him! DUHHHHH! Sooooo obvious once I heard it! The only hope was to serve real men! So, I paid Daddy for the full failed male package, and MWAH, look at me now! Ooooo, and follow me on OnlyFans!!! JessiJizz! All the money goes to Daddy, I gotta pay him back for the full package, hehehe!”

“Good job, sissy. Oh, and if her ex is watching, I’ll fly you to Miami for free to come on the show and meet the new and improved Jessi. Maybe even do some OnlyFans collabs. Now Kylie, it’s your turn.”

“Thank you Daddy!! I was totally lost, like, got fired from my job, was getting rejected by girls, and I started following Daddy too!! And then like, it wasn’t working, so I complained in the comments, and Daddy replied that I was too much of a sissy to learn from him and it got like hundreds and hundreds of likes!!! And then like, I got all turned on!!! Soooo like, I knew I just HAD to be a sissy for Daddy, so I maxed out all my credit cards to sign up!!! OOOOO and my OnlyFans is KylieCummyTits!! In my last video Daddy fucks me over the hood of his Lambo while I FaceTimed my high school bully and let him watch!!”

“Good work, sissies. Now, be good girls and stay quiet for a second while I talk to our viewers. For you beta males out there, weak sissies, total losers: there’s hope for you. You’re looking at it. We won’t help you be real men, but I’ll help you be reach the highest value you can hope to achieve. You know I’m right.”

“SOOOOOO right, Daddy!”