#sissyfied

After I sat down, she asked if I wanted tea. I agreed. Once I had finished my tea, she picked up her cup and asked if I had enjoyed it. I nodded, and she poured me some more. I drank it again. She looked at me provocatively

and asked what I thought of her clothes.

Usually, I choose my words carefully, but this time, I blurted out that she looked very good. I was a little shocked by my answer.

She immediately fired off another question: "Do you find this erotic?" I answered immediately: "Yes, definitely. I'm even a little jealous..." I apologized. She laughed and said, "It's okay. I knew you would answer more freely." "The tea was good, wasn't it?" she said mischievously. I agree again. She asked me how I felt. I didn't want to answer, but something made that impossible. So, I start talking, and she keeps asking, and I keep answering. I don't remember anything else, only that I answered far too honestly. There was no stopping me, and the conversation went in a direction I would rather have kept to myself. When I finished, she asked if I really meant it. Again, I was shocked by my answer.

I don't know how much time passed, but eventually, I felt myself becoming more resilient.

Then, I noticed that the person on the TV screen was moving in sync with me. I looked around for the camera and found it slightly above me.

I looked at what I was wearing—her shoes! I looked at the screen again. Actually, I looked pretty good. I laughed at my thought. What happened? Then the TV showed a picture, and it was followed by a moment of silence.

A lot happened to me, from how I look to how I feel, and it can't hurt, my body reacted.

Another picture appeared.

This one hit me even harder. I cried out, "Yes, it's true. I feel how I look now. But what now?" I heard my voice. It suited me. It also sounded the way I felt. It became too much for me.

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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."

'Wow, that looks sexy. Why didn't you keep wearing it?' I asked.

She looked at me and said, 'That's impossible. Besides, that's not me.'

I looked surprised and a little disappointed. Then I looked down... My heart skipped a beat...

She showed me the next photo, in which I could see that I was taking a photo of myself,

but I couldn't remember anything about it. She said, 'You said yourself that you like it. You've said it several times today.'

I think you look great, too.”

I let everything sink in for a moment, then wiggle my foot and see my shoe fall.

I hear another girly voice say, 'Game, set and match!' It's my aunt.

"Oh, no, definitely not. I can change," I said confidently. They both agreed. My friend asked, "How do you feel now? Do you want to change? Or are you going to do it just because it's not the ‘norm’?” My aunt added, "Yes, we've helped you, but that was easier than expected. I don't believe you can hide it anymore."

I went upstairs and found a few bags of new clothes, all women's clothing, and a pile of my own clothes. There was a note on top that said, “I understand, sweetheart. Look, I love you no matter what and whenever you decide.❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥” I couldn't resist trying them on.

Everything felt perfect. I thought, "I can always come back later," and I finally did something so you could see that they had already done their best with my nails. "We're not going anywhere," I thought.....