Sissification Captions

Want Ad - Erotic fiction by Meganprincess

I did a double-take when I saw the flyer tacked to the kiosk outside of the coffee shop. I thought it was cute. I had to laugh. It kind of fit me, too. Could these be nerdy girls posting this and could they actually be hot? How cool would that be to live with a couple of studious chicks who might actually think I'm cool? And I needed a place to stay badly. Life on your own at 20 is tough and money was low with my crappy kitchen job in this college town. Of course, if it really was girls who posted this flyer, they would probably reject me right away for being a guy. Ugh! I kept reading the description over and over. It fit me. I truly was shy and awkward around girls. And I had a secret. The one about panties. And the bras and the… Lost in thought, I spilled coffee on my pants clumsily and came out of my daydream with a jolt. Not giving myself a moment to think, I dialed up the number. An upbeat, giggling young woman answered on the second ring, out of breath:

"Hello?"

"Yeah, I'm calling about the roommate ad."

"Are you a guy?"

"Well, Yeah" I stammered back.

"Wait, hold on a sec, okay?" And then I heard a muffling sound like when someone puts the palm of their hand over the phone. Sometimes it doesn't work so well, though. I could still hear but as if through a glass, darkly. Straining, I could make out parts of the conversation:

"Kimber, it's a guy. Ya, he sounds timid."

"I don't know. He just does."

"Why else would he call unless (garbled)…"

"Maybe it would work (garbled sound)…trial run….meet."

"Okay, I'll tell him 2 o'clock today."

At this point, the sound of her hand moving away from the phone was audible and she came back on and asked if I would like to look at the place. She suggested 2 p.m. and I agreed. Something odd about the whole thing, I thought to myself. But then I also thought that they must just be quirky, cool girls. Probably artsy.

At the appointed time, I arrived at the apartment and was buzzed upstairs. I knocked lightly on the door but there was no answer. I fidgeted and almost felt like I was being watched through the keyhole as I stool awkwardly at the door. Eventually it opened. My jaw almost fell open. Standing before me were two of the sexiest women I had ever seen in my life. I couldn't take it in. I stammered my name and found out that theirs were Marissa and Kimber. Marissa pointed to a chair and told me to sit. She was the one I spoke to on the phone. She and Kimber sat on a couch opposite of me. Kimber seemed to be appraising me. But that was okay, as I was just trying to covertly take them all in. Marissa, oh my God! She was sitting on the left with her legs crossed and wearing grey suede ankle boots and a black tank dress. Red hair and sexy eyes. She looked to be about 25. Older than me and more confident. She was speaking to me now and I struggled awkwardly to reply:

"Umm. Oh, yes. I can afford it."

There was a silence and then Kimber, with a hint of maliciousness asked:

"So, do you have a girlfriend, Dennis?"

"N-no. Umm. Not right now'." I don't know why, but I blushed as she looked at me.

Before I could continue, she added, "Not now or ever I bet. Because you are so shy and socially awkward like on the flyer, right?

Marissa gave Kimber a playful slap on the leg as they both gave a little laugh and told her to quit teasing me.

"Stop it, Kimber. You'll scare him off."

And then to me:

"She's just teasing you, sweetie. See, we were looking for another girl for a roomie - not a guy. And we wanted a nerdie girl who would keep quiet and help us keep this place neat. That's why the wording of the flyer was like that. We don't want to hurt your feelings. You do seem nice. We haven't had much luck finding anyone to move in yet so…. are you willing to do your share of the chores around here?"

I didn't hear the last part as I was finally getting a look, through my half-lowered eyes, of Kimber. Does the phrase "smoke show" mean anything to you? I mean, this chick was on fire she was so hot. She had black, shoulder length hair. She seemed to be about 25, like Marissa. Her eyes seemed so insinuating and knowing as the green light in them danced even when she was silent. There was something insanely intimidating about her aura. She, too, wore ankle boots but hers were shiny black, patent leather. A tight black tank dress matched them and clung to her body unfairly. Her legs were unbelievable. From far away, I heard the slightly annoyed, and slightly threatening voice of Marissa repeating her last question to me:

"Are you willing to do your share of the chores around here?"

"Sure."

And then it happened so fast. I handed Kimber the cash required. I literally began moving in hours later. My room turned out to be quite tiny. More like a closet. I started to unpack my clothes when Kimber walked in eating ice cream from the carton. I could see a swirl of pink strawberry on her tongue as she slowly licked the spoon and told me to take a break and come into the living room with her and my new roomie, Marissa. Maybe they wanted to watch Disney movies, I laughed to myself. But no. There on the couch was Marissa. In front of her, on the floor, my favorite Princess Belle matching bra and panty set. It must have fallen out of the bag on my way in. Or…one of these bitches, and probably Kimber, went rooting through my things and found it. I felt myself blushing all over as Kimber, now openly pushing me along, nudged me to the center of the room. Marissa began to speak between giggles holding up the panties to me as I stared blushing to my ears:

"We like your pretty panties. And your bra is just adorable. You must REALLY love to watch Disney movies. Oh, and by the way, Kimber also found your, how shall we say it, your sluttier clothes. Ohh la la, you are quite the naughty slut, aren't you, princess? Maybe that should be your new name? Princess kind of suits you. Don't you think so, Kimber? Should we tell HER now? Fine, you tell her."

With this, Kimber took a seat and explained:

"Listen, princess. Here's the deal. Marissa and I are lovers." They leaned over and kissed each other deeply. My embarrassment changed to excitement immediately. My cock sprang to attention.

"Oh, look, Marissa, somebody likes it. Somebody is sporting wood. Anyway, as I was saying, we are a couple. And we've been looking for someone suitable, hence, our mysterious little flyer. A suitable woman, that is. Suitable for what, you may ask? Suitable to be our servant girl, our scullery maid, our personal pussy licker. But you arrived instead. We knew as soon as we saw you that you might be perfect. What kind of man other than a complete sissy would answer an ad like that? And you can't even look us in the eyes because you are so submissive to women. Your eyes gravitate to our shoes, don't they princess? Finding your pretty bra and panties and your slut clothes sealed the deal. I have a feeling, and so does Marissa, that you might be a perfect pantied and leashed servant. Feminized and pretty for us at all times. Keeping the apartment clean and doing your chores - which are ALL the chores."

Throughout all of this I was getting noticeably harder and harder. I squirmed and shifted my legs. This was like a dream. How could this be happening? But it was. Kimber continued:

"Of course, we can't make you agree to any of this, princess. All up to you. You decide. I think that wet spot on your shorts answers the question very well. So, which is it? Stay or go? Oh, I know a good way - you can show us! If you want to stay and obey and serve us as our sissy maid, then get on the floor and crawl to us and kiss the tips of our boots."

The girls could not help but laugh, holding their hands over their mouths to stifle the sound as I slowly knelt and crawled first to Kimber and then to Marissa and softly kissed the leather and suede tips of each of their boots as they held them out and looked down at me with mirth in their eyes. Kimber patted me on the head and told me I was a good girl.

Shortly afterwards, I was whisked into the tub. My legs, arms, and face were shaved as I soaked in apricot soap suds. I was told to make a little landing strip above my "clit" as Marissa called it. Then I was led to the "maid's room" which apparently was what my tiny bedroom was. There I was to get dressed in the clothes laid out for me from my stash. I slipped on the black, full panties with white ruffles across the rear. My full black bra was next. This was followed by my black sheer top with cute designs in lace and the ruffle bottom. I stepped into my slutty black leather skirt and zipped it up like all of the other times before. But this time, two gorgeous, dominant lesbians were waiting to put me through my paces. I stepped into my little black heels as Kimber entered the room.

"Very good, princess. I can see you are used to walking in your heels but we will get you much taller ones soon. Maybe some ballet heels and a hobble chain and treadmill are in your future - who knows? I've come to do your makeup this one time. From now on, you will do it yourself."

She sat me down and produced a makeup bag. In a matter of minutes, I was fully madeup. A long brunette wig was next. It flowed down to my shoulders and tickled. I found myself flipping my hair like a real girl to get it out of my eyes as Kimber began speaking again:

"Oh my, your bra is empty. We can't have that. Maybe we should start you on hormones? Oh well, for now, let's get these puppies on you. Take off your blouse and bra now, scullery maid."

She produced a pair of silicone breastforms and grinned. A few minutes later, there they sat on my chest. Glued down tight for at least a month according to Kimber. The weight of them was so humiliating and exciting at the same time. With every step I took, I could feel them there. My tits! I was given no time to think but was told to put on my pretty bra and top again and present myself in the living room.

I entered the room and the girls were snuggled up and kissing on the chair where I sat mere hours ago when I first met them. I noticed a riding crop in the corner and a harness of some sort that looked like it had a cock attached. My mind raced. Marissa quickly took charge:

"Come here, girl. Display yourself. Turn and model. I know you know how to curtsey, sissy, so get to it. Show us what an obedient little chore girl you are. Very nice. Good slut. Now tell me, Princess, are you a chronic masturbator? Are you a little virgin who chronically masturbates? Hmm? How often? How many times a day, maid? Take your eyes off of my high heels and look into my eyes and answer. Are you a chronic masturbator and how often, Princess?"

"Y-yes and like every day."

"You will address us as Mistress Marissa and Mistress Kimber. Now answer again, slut."

"Yes Mistress, I masturbate all the time. I masturbate every day Mistress Marissa."

"Pathetic. Turn around and face away from us, Princess. Hold your hands behind your back while we think about what to do about your little masturbation problem."

Behind me, Mistress Kimber put her fingers to her chin in mock thought while between the two women lay the metal chastity cage that Mistress Marissa quietly picked up with one hand as she softly raised my skirt from behind with the other. Mistress Kimber lowered my panties just enough. I stood trembling and facing away from these two intimidating women as the cold metal of the cage made the first icy contact with my leaking little clit and my life of service to my superiors began.

Enjoy a very short and very old story of mine called Eventualities:

She took it surprisingly well when she discovered your secret stash of women's clothing and makeup. And your dildo. Boy, was that embarrassing! But she didn't really get mad. She just smirked and shook her head and said "Well, if you want to be a woman, then I will just have to treat you like one. Since you work from home you can just stay in your pretty clothes at all times now." Then she calmly dipped her hand into your box of secret shame and handed you a pair of shiny pink nylon panties. The ones with the flutter skirt attached to the front and the white lace edging. "Put them on, sissy, or this marriage is over". You were too shocked not to comply. The same held true when she fished out your adorable peach colored nightgown. She made you stand and twirl before sending you off to the guest bedroom to sleep. Your new bedroom. In the morning, as if by unspoken agreement, she sauntered into the room and dumped the box out. Selecting your outfit for the day, she told you to get dressed and report to her in the kitchen. Thirty minutes later, you stood before her: a failure of a man in white capri pants gripping your calves, pink off-the-shoulder blouse, and matching cork high heel wedge sandals. On your head a pixie cut bob wig. Your lips shiny with pink lipstick and your eyelashes heavy with slutty, thick mascara. And then she told you to make her breakfast and clean the house afterwards. "That's a good sissy maid", she giggled as she patted your ass and plopped down on the couch to sip her coffee and watch you work.