#sissyfied

We walked in, and there were two empty chairs and another chair she was sitting on....

Before I knew it, the others had already sat down. She said, “Go ahead and get undressed.” I did as she said, and she motioned for me to sit on her chair.

Then she lifted her dress, and before I knew it, she shoved her already erect penis right between my lips. I started sucking on them reflexively. She held my head firmly in place and clearly set the rhythm. In the mirrors I could see my friends, who were clearly finding it very arousing.

When she was done, she undressed, put on my clothes, and before she walked away, she said, “Good luck, gentlemen.” she looked at me and winked, “and you, lady. You're the lucky one—you're even getting three.”

I thought I had gone home, but I woke up with the feeling that hundreds of soft fingers, light as feathers, were caressing my legs. In my dream, my feet seemed to be tied down. It turned me on so much... my morning erection felt much stronger than usual...

I woke up and don’t know what I dreamed, but I wish it would never end. I kept my eyes closed to hold on to the moment for as long as possible. Then I heard the click of a camera, which made me open my eyes...

I saw a beautiful stranger standing next to me; I was surprised to see my own eyelashes, and the wonderful sensation of hundreds of fingers running over my leg was still there. I wanted to get up, and that’s when I noticed what I was wearing. I was startled—especially because my erection was still very firm. This also meant I couldn’t get angry.

She slowly moved behind me and began to massage me very gently in a spot that made it impossible for me to think. And it went from gentle to increasingly intense...

She told me she’d found me yesterday and didn’t want to let me go anymore... She asked if that was okay with me, and all I could manage was “oooh yeah”.... She suddenly stopped.... I looked at her pleadingly. “Then ask!” she said defiantly...

I begged her, “Please, keep going......” She started again, very slowly: “I want to make you feel like a woman. Tell me—should I stop or keep going....”

I groaned softly, “This isn’t fair...” She wanted to stop, but then I said, moaning, “Okay, just this once.” “How are you feeling now?” she asked insistently. “I feel feminine,” she said cautiously. Then she picked up the pace and whispered in my ear, “I know it, you know it, but now you’re mine...”

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.