#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.

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."