#sissyfied

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”

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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.

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...”