I didn’t think my life could get any better at Sissy School - top of the class in all my subjects, learning with lovely girls. But then I was put in charge of Mary. Her grades were falling and Headmistress Kelly thought if I tutored her they’d improve. As a good girl I was determined to do my best. And then I discovered how much I loved being in control of a sexy girl, especially at the school-run gloryhole.
With the help of F.I.S.T. (the Female Institute for Societal Transformation) special boys like myself were given a bed, food, and an education. We wore the uniform of a white blouse, short plaid skirt, stockings, and stiletto shoes with pride. I was looking forward to celebrating my ‘bra-day’, but the course of my life changed when Auntie found Vicky in my bed, and I discovered the reason we were made into simpering sissies.
My dress arrived and I knew I'd look stunning in it. But just what is a gorgeous sissy to do in a sexy dress, shimmery tights, (no panties or bra!) and with a feminine body to die for? Go out and show it off of course! But that night I wanted the ultimate sissy dream - read on and find out what a sexy sissy gets up to in the car park of a gay club...
My sissy alter-ego, Tiffany, desperately wanted to go back to the motel where she’d been made to do such humiliating things. But would the same lady be there? When I got to my room I saw that the clothes on the bed weren’t mine. Judging by the cropped white blouse and very short plaid skirt they looked to be those of a slutty college girl. With them was a note – The Headmistress expects Tiffany in Room 7 for her detention. My heart jumped for joy. She was still here, and she wanted to play.
My life changed completely when my wife decided to use my satin fetish and turn me into her satin sissy plaything. Now I wear satin lingerie and dresses all the time, but how far will she make me go? Find out when we go to a special nightclub where she tells me she has a gift for me.
Living with two gorgeous lesbians would be any man’s dream come true. But the house rules of no male clothes and having to wear a chastity cage, meant that it would only be a sissy’s dream come true. And then, one special evening, it was my dream come true.