Sissy fiction double chris d

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Warm sunshine poured in through the back of the station wagon as it sped past the
suburban sprawl and Chris felt himself beaming back with satisfaction. It had worked! He
couldn ‘t move yet, the muscle inhibitor still inhabiting his muscles, but as sure as there

if was a young man dolled up next to him in a short summer dress with slutty platform heels
on the ends of a pair of freshly waxed legs, it had worked. The girls up front chattered 4
happily and sang along with rock-radio while he fantasised about what his reward would
be for helping them lure their victim. Sure, it was a small task, slipping the drug into the
guy’s beer, but it had come with a degree of risk. What if he ‘d been spotted?! He ‘d been
surprised when his own body had begun to stiffen up but he ‘d quickly appreciated the
girls ‘ ingenuity. If he appeared to be an equal victim in the scheme, the other guy…the
real target would never suspect that he was in on it. The hot one. Paris maybe. must havc‘
slipped the drug into his beer when she handed it to him and explained her plan. So there
they had been, two guys growing increasing limp against the bar, when the girls came
over. Like anyone picking up a date, they had helped the boys out into the parlu’ng lot and J
begun the transformations in the shade behind their station wagon. Even though he had
by now figured out they were hiding his participation. he was still a little taken aback
when they started taking his clothes off too, replacing his shorts with lacy panties and
waxing his legs…their dedication even went as far as applying make up and a wig. He
was impressed…impressed and excited. If they were willing to go this far now, just
imagine how far they would go to reward him..

The station wagon chugged over a pothole and Christopher wished that his muscles
weren ‘t so stiff so that he could shift into a more comfortable position, or at least move his
bare legs out of the baluing sun… Still, it would be worth it, he was sure: The lengths he
had gone to in order to help reel in the poor sap lying next to him in the leggings and
platform sandals for those girls would definitely not be going unnoticed. They had
approached him in the parlu’ng lot as he was about to enter the bar, two of them..’.young
and unbelievably good-loolu’ng. They had pointed out the one they wanted, they didn ‘t
say why but a flirty wink and a promised reward was all it took. These girls were
something else..’. He didn ‘t know why they didn ‘t just drug the guy themselves…no man in

their right red-blooded mind would be paying too much attention to their pint of beer with
those babes around… Maybe they wanted to reward him, he would have smiled to himself
but the muscle inhibitor kept his cosmetic laden face frozen in place. He hadn ‘t expected
to be drugged too, but he wasn ‘t too shocked either. It was a good plan…two girls and a
guy helping one other man between them would have looked strange…the even numbers

made it more passable. He could have done without being stuffed in a summer dress but it
would be worth it in the end. He heard the girl driving laugh excitedly about a sex
dungeon or something and his mind raced over what they might have planned for the
other guy, he was glad not to be in his heels..‘. The car slowed and seemed to be turning

into a gravel parluing area just as Ahe started to get a little sensation back in his toes.
Excellent…he didn ‘t want to be’numb for his reward.. He lifted one heeled foot slightly to

get the blood flowing and looked forward to getting back in his own clothes.


Sissy fiction double chris d

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Warm sunshine poured in through the back of the station wagon as it sped past the
suburban sprawl and Chris felt himself beaming back with satisfaction. It had worked! He
couldn ‘t move yet, the muscle inhibitor still inhabiting his muscles, but as sure as there

if was a young man dolled up next to him in a short summer dress with slutty platform heels
on the ends of a pair of freshly waxed legs, it had worked. The girls up front chattered 4
happily and sang along with rock-radio while he fantasised about what his reward would
be for helping them lure their victim. Sure, it was a small task, slipping the drug into the
guy’s beer, but it had come with a degree of risk. What if he ‘d been spotted?! He ‘d been
surprised when his own body had begun to stiffen up but he ‘d quickly appreciated the
girls ‘ ingenuity. If he appeared to be an equal victim in the scheme, the other guy…the
real target would never suspect that he was in on it. The hot one. Paris maybe. must havc‘
slipped the drug into his beer when she handed it to him and explained her plan. So there
they had been, two guys growing increasing limp against the bar, when the girls came
over. Like anyone picking up a date, they had helped the boys out into the parlu’ng lot and J
begun the transformations in the shade behind their station wagon. Even though he had
by now figured out they were hiding his participation. he was still a little taken aback
when they started taking his clothes off too, replacing his shorts with lacy panties and
waxing his legs…their dedication even went as far as applying make up and a wig. He
was impressed…impressed and excited. If they were willing to go this far now, just
imagine how far they would go to reward him..

The station wagon chugged over a pothole and Christopher wished that his muscles
weren ‘t so stiff so that he could shift into a more comfortable position, or at least move his
bare legs out of the baluing sun… Still, it would be worth it, he was sure: The lengths he
had gone to in order to help reel in the poor sap lying next to him in the leggings and
platform sandals for those girls would definitely not be going unnoticed. They had
approached him in the parlu’ng lot as he was about to enter the bar, two of them..’.young
and unbelievably good-loolu’ng. They had pointed out the one they wanted, they didn ‘t
say why but a flirty wink and a promised reward was all it took. These girls were
something else..’. He didn ‘t know why they didn ‘t just drug the guy themselves…no man in

their right red-blooded mind would be paying too much attention to their pint of beer with
those babes around… Maybe they wanted to reward him, he would have smiled to himself
but the muscle inhibitor kept his cosmetic laden face frozen in place. He hadn ‘t expected
to be drugged too, but he wasn ‘t too shocked either. It was a good plan…two girls and a
guy helping one other man between them would have looked strange…the even numbers

made it more passable. He could have done without being stuffed in a summer dress but it
would be worth it in the end. He heard the girl driving laugh excitedly about a sex
dungeon or something and his mind raced over what they might have planned for the
other guy, he was glad not to be in his heels..‘. The car slowed and seemed to be turning

into a gravel parluing area just as Ahe started to get a little sensation back in his toes.
Excellent…he didn ‘t want to be’numb for his reward.. He lifted one heeled foot slightly to

get the blood flowing and looked forward to getting back in his own clothes.


Crossdressing fiction buttons & penthouse

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Some buttons are not made to be pushed. As a loyal employee of W years for
Dollar&sense Investments, Bryce knew this better than anyone he knew ghat line v
not to cross and whose asses to kiss and, above all,‘he knew to keep the. boss, the A
multi- billonaire monopoly.man himself Johnny Mint happpy Unfortunately for Bryce,
the elusive Mr. Mint seemed much less interested in keeping his‘dedicated busboy
content. So, while Bryce was busy delivering clients.up_and down the floors of the
0&8 building with a smile, his employer was working just as hard giving him paycuts
and longer hours with a big shit-eating grin, all from the comfort of the skyscraper ‘s
penthouse suite. The toils of the job began to take their toll on him as he grew‘weary
‘of working his hands to the bone for a boss whom he.never even saw: In fact, the
only people who did see him were the men in expensive suits that went up for private
meetings and the bimbo call girls Bryce would occasionally see slipping out of the
private elevator. For Bryce, the penthouse button:at the _top‘of his elevator’s keypad
remained untouched, not to be pushed…however, Johnny Mint had been pushing
Bryce’s buttons for far too long

Swiping his keycard and jamming a thumb into the button with a P* symbol on it,
Bryce still had no idea what he was going to say, only that he was about Ms the
boss a piece of his mind. He knew he would probably be fired for his outburst but it
would be well worth it…at least, he hoped it would be…“ A plethora of colored lights
illuminating the claustrophobic shaft snapped him out of his vengeful daydream and
before he could act, the tiny room began to climb the tower floor by floor.the first
change he noticed was the hair slowly inching its way down in front of his eyes, jet
black but no only…bright red highlights grew alongside the mass of dark locks
sprouting from his head. As’ he continued to ascend the shaft, he could feel his body 1
decrease in stature,’ becoming slight and slender and soft… Feeling a chilling panic j
overcome him ,he twisted around to face the wall containing a mirror and yelped in
horror. His cheap busboy uniform now swamped him, swamped a delicate feminine 1
body. with curvaceous mounds that grew either side of his polyester necktie and 1
pressed against the ass of his otherwise loose pants. The elevator stopped with a
ping and the doors slid open to reveal the twenty- fifth floor.
Going down?‘ a voice asked reflexively. It was Bryce ‘s supervisor, dressed in an
almost identical uniform but with gold tips on the jacket collar. A knowing grin
formed on his face as he stared at the elevator ‘s lone occupant and he slowly took a
step backwards. ‘Oh, you’re going down alright… ‘ he winked. The doors closed once
more and Bryce ‘s journey restarted. The dour brown uniform seemed to melt away,
leaving only a black latex lingerie set in its place hugging his new body. He felt his
ass raise into a pout as six-inch heels grew beneath his feet and returned him to
close to his previous height. The penthouse approached and other changes raged in
Bryce ‘5 body, a hot wet longing simmered in his loins and he watched the number on
the display counting the floors with a growing excitement. Finally, the elevator
chimed its penthouse arrival over a cacophony of panting and moaning and Bryce
tattered out in search of his master…


Crossdressing fiction buttons & penthouse

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Some buttons are not made to be pushed. As a loyal employee of W years for
Dollar&sense Investments, Bryce knew this better than anyone he knew ghat line v
not to cross and whose asses to kiss and, above all,‘he knew to keep the. boss, the A
multi- billonaire monopoly.man himself Johnny Mint happpy Unfortunately for Bryce,
the elusive Mr. Mint seemed much less interested in keeping his‘dedicated busboy
content. So, while Bryce was busy delivering clients.up_and down the floors of the
0&8 building with a smile, his employer was working just as hard giving him paycuts
and longer hours with a big shit-eating grin, all from the comfort of the skyscraper ‘s
penthouse suite. The toils of the job began to take their toll on him as he grew‘weary
‘of working his hands to the bone for a boss whom he.never even saw: In fact, the
only people who did see him were the men in expensive suits that went up for private
meetings and the bimbo call girls Bryce would occasionally see slipping out of the
private elevator. For Bryce, the penthouse button:at the _top‘of his elevator’s keypad
remained untouched, not to be pushed…however, Johnny Mint had been pushing
Bryce’s buttons for far too long

Swiping his keycard and jamming a thumb into the button with a P* symbol on it,
Bryce still had no idea what he was going to say, only that he was about Ms the
boss a piece of his mind. He knew he would probably be fired for his outburst but it
would be well worth it…at least, he hoped it would be…“ A plethora of colored lights
illuminating the claustrophobic shaft snapped him out of his vengeful daydream and
before he could act, the tiny room began to climb the tower floor by floor.the first
change he noticed was the hair slowly inching its way down in front of his eyes, jet
black but no only…bright red highlights grew alongside the mass of dark locks
sprouting from his head. As’ he continued to ascend the shaft, he could feel his body 1
decrease in stature,’ becoming slight and slender and soft… Feeling a chilling panic j
overcome him ,he twisted around to face the wall containing a mirror and yelped in
horror. His cheap busboy uniform now swamped him, swamped a delicate feminine 1
body. with curvaceous mounds that grew either side of his polyester necktie and 1
pressed against the ass of his otherwise loose pants. The elevator stopped with a
ping and the doors slid open to reveal the twenty- fifth floor.
Going down?‘ a voice asked reflexively. It was Bryce ‘s supervisor, dressed in an
almost identical uniform but with gold tips on the jacket collar. A knowing grin
formed on his face as he stared at the elevator ‘s lone occupant and he slowly took a
step backwards. ‘Oh, you’re going down alright… ‘ he winked. The doors closed once
more and Bryce ‘s journey restarted. The dour brown uniform seemed to melt away,
leaving only a black latex lingerie set in its place hugging his new body. He felt his
ass raise into a pout as six-inch heels grew beneath his feet and returned him to
close to his previous height. The penthouse approached and other changes raged in
Bryce ‘5 body, a hot wet longing simmered in his loins and he watched the number on
the display counting the floors with a growing excitement. Finally, the elevator
chimed its penthouse arrival over a cacophony of panting and moaning and Bryce
tattered out in search of his master…


The transgender prototype fiction

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Ash strolled back into the lounge and sighed loudly. She was still there… It wasn ‘t supposed to
be like this at all…it was supposed to be great, she was going to make him meals and tidy up
after him and stuff, not this… His mother was still sitting in the armchair with her legs curled up
to her chest, a sketchpad on her knees while she drew frantically. Since losing her job at the toy
company, it was all she did, worlu’ng on some ‘big new idea ‘ that would be her key back into
business. For Ash it was just a key to getting in the way. He couldn ‘t watch what wanted on TV,
couldn ‘t invite who he wanted around, couldn ‘t listen to the music he wanted or at the volume
he wanted…he couldn ‘t even walk around the house naked. His mother wouldn ‘t approve
basically, she still saw him as her sweet uncorrupted angel… To make things worse she kept
staring at him… Every now and again, she would look up from her work and just study him. like
he was a painting in a gallery or something…

You ‘re my inspiration, you lmow that?’ she looked up from her work as she always did, her
words falling on deaf ears as he continued to ignore her. ‘You are my guiding light and l lmow
this new project is going to sell because it’s from my heart… from my love for you!! ‘ Ash rolled his
eyes, it better sell, he couldn ‘t put up with much more of her at home. ‘Will you promise me
something?‘ He shrugged, barely listening. ‘When this is ready I’m going to need your help
pitching the prototype. Will you promise to do that for me?‘

Of course mom…anything… ‘ he shook his head almost adding that he ‘d do anything to get her
out of the house…anything to get his space back…

There was an indoor plant at the very back of the conference room. Ash tried to focus on it, to
concentrate on its shape in attempt to block out the stares of the fifteen or so men and women
sitting around the long table seperating him from it. He was aware that he was clenching his
teeth and tilting his head to the side slightly with the effort it was talu’ng to block out the reality
of the humiliating situation he found himself in. Futile…it was all futile. with his mother
standing beside him pitching her idea to the occupants of the room. explaining in detail exactly
what materials the black and pink dress was made from. explaining why she had chosen this
particular shade of makeup for the doll, why the wig he was wearing was different to the other
products on the market, it was impossible to ignore any one of the pairs of eyes burning into
him. The box felt heavy in his hands given the awkward position he was being made to stand in,
his outfit itched and he couldn ‘t wait til this was over and he had fulfilled his promise.

l must say… ‘ the company director stood up and approached his mom. ‘… your design really is
quite exquisite, it would be foolish of us not to consider adding it to our range of products. There
is one condition though, we really must use this model in our marketing campaign…her likeness
to the doll is simply fascinating…she ‘5 perfect!‘ Ash wasn ‘t sure if he was trembling with anger
or horror as she watched him shake hands firmly with his mother.


Server upgrade an aikocrossdresser fiction request

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Aiko pursed her lips together with temptation as she sat impatiently on the stuffed-toy covered bed in her college dorm-room. She fidgeted with her sissy skirt as she watched the young computer techie sitting at her desk, tapping away furiously at the keys of her laptop, attempting to get it working again. Young as he was for a staff member, he was still a few years older than Aiko ‘s usual targets, but that didn ‘t stop Aiko from getting that familiar itch. She gazed at his slender figure hunched over while his fingers danced across her keyboard, every now and again he would stop to scratch his short brown hair and Aiko would find her determination to have her way grow ever stronger.

Yes, staff member or not, Martin would be hers… She had seen the way he looked at her, the wayhis eyes lingered as they passed in the corridor, the way he smiled and greeted her with that accent…mmmm…her first German collectible. lt wasn ‘t until the first time he came to fix her laptop, that Aiko realised his potential. There was just something adorable about his ask ward politeness as he explained how he had taken the tech job at Toyko University out of a love of Japanese cultIu-e and being a self-confessed transgender computer nerd E wanting to be close to Tokyo ‘s thriving technology center. Aiko smiled to herself privately at the fond memory. Cute, but she would make him so much cuter. Martin was beginning to get a little frustrated, unable to find a solution. He chewed anxiously on a ballpoint pen and clenched and uncle  nched his fists before, finally, he bit down hard and the plastic shell of the pen shattered to the desk. Aiko giggled, he must really I want to help her out. l have just the thing for you, ‘ Aiko claimed warmly, here, this will soothe you and it tastes much better than any biro.’ ‘ Martin nodded politely as he accepted the colorful lollipop fiom the girl who hadn ‘t been far

If rom his mind from them open the arrived att he college. Putting the candy between his lips, he turned .I back to the screen to continue his work just as Aiko felt a wave of triumph passing over her…

Needless to say, Martin came around much more often from then on, everyday in fact. Aiko watched with satisfaction as her new maid would clean her room, pausing every now and then for a suck on the lollipop
that he was given as payment. Ah…the candy…no one ever resisted that glorious treat, even those so determined to resist and to keep their boyish ways balked at the threat ofit being taken way once that first taste had taken place. Just like the others, Martin had pouted and crossdress sulked when Aiko showed him his K uniform, had blushed and squimred while she pulled up the panties and ruflled the pettie coats and had wished for the ground to swallow him whole as she meticulously applied makeup and a wig…but just like the others he had submitted to Aiko ‘s sweetness. Oh Martzee, ‘ she simpered one day while he was on his hands and dusting beneath her desk, the back of his uniform lifting to reveal smooth alabaster thighs above the frilly edging of the backs of his stockings. lt’s so nice to have you around, it was so silly of me to think I had to download computer viruses if I wanted to see you. Maybe we can go fora walk for a change,
I’ll bring some candy…


Sissy fiction break in brad crossdressing

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Brad looked over his shoulder nervously at the enormous dog in the hall as he folded towels to go in the drawer. He tottered back across the room clumsily on his heels still keeping both eyes warily on the dog. Suddenly feeling extremely exposed, he pulled the hem of his velvet French maid uniform tight over his rump.
Hey, at least he was a classy French maid he thought bitterly as he felt the lace thong from his lingerie started to chaff again. I mean what kind of maids wore garters…

This was his life now. The bikini model who owned the house had returned at the most inopportune moment possible and the minute the dogs spotted their real mistress they turned right on the imposter. It was all the model could do to keep them from ripping Brad’s throat out. The idea hadn’t come to her right away, at first she had left him trapped in the garage with the dogs acting as sentinels. This seemed to last for a few hours until the model finally returned grinning from ear to ear.

You think you can come into my house and take my things?’ she had hissed. ‘You think you can dress like me you little pervert? I ought to call the cops right now but this is just too funny for words…so I ‘m going to give you a choice. You can call them yourself.. ‘ she had held out a cordless phone, ‘or there ‘5 option 8.. ‘ she had gestured towards the garter in her other hand. Looking back, Brad had no idea if he had made the right choice. He had become the model’s doll, maid and mannequin all rolled into one. One second he would be washing the dishes and the next he could be holding still while she experimented with new make-up ideas on him. There were perks to being enslaved by a Malibu bikini model though, she was contantly wondering in and out in bikinis of varying (lack of) modesty and sometimes she would allow him to rub sunscreen into her ass. The good times were few and far between though. Recently he had noticed that she had been spending a lot of time looking at breast implants
on the internet and had interviewed a number of plastic surgeons at the house. Now it’s not unsual for a young woman to do this but, being a bikini model, she already had massive tits…


Raider of the last panties crossdressing fiction

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Ralph had immediately been swamped by the eager sorority girls. They smacked his ass and squeezed his cheeks and posed with him for photo after photo. After fifteen minutes the sisters pushed him back through the curtain and Lizzie and Martha changed him into a new outfit. This was repeated four times, each outfit more humiliating than the one preceeding it. As the subject of ridicule,
Ralph wished for the ground to swallow him up and every time he was pushed backstage he pleaded desperately for mercy. He cringed at the thought of how many of the photos had already made their way onto Facebook. After much pinching and spanking, the crowd pushed him backstage for a fifth time.

This time we’ve got a very special outfit for you! ‘ Lizzie announced, pulling a lacy black dress over Ralph’s head. Next she pulled a shiny corset around his waist. Without warning Martha grabbed the ties of the corset in her powerful hands and pulled the corset excruciatingly tight. Ralph heaved desperately, barely able to breathe. He settled into tiny uncomfortable breaths feeling like he was on the verge of passing out. Somehow this was ten times worse than being smothered by Martha ‘s giant ass. He heard a click as Lizzie locked it in place with a padlock behind his back before she turned one of the chairs around and sat facing Ralph. ‘That padlock will come off once all of our stolen panties are returned! ‘ she declared. ‘as will these! ‘ she attached two more locks to the tops of Ralph ‘s platform boots.

After a night of being humiliated and degraded, the sun was beginning to rise on Ralph as he tattered slowly away from the sorority house dressed like a goth on fetish night. The painfully tight corset forced him to keep to one tiny step at a time. his platform heels stumbled awkwardly on the cobbled surface as he gradually grew closer to his frat house. Oh my God, he needed to catch his breath from this awful corset! He just prayed no-one would see him in
his feminised form and that he could return the panties to the sorority without being exposed in this sissified state. The twenty-six pairs on his bedroom wall would be no problem. however. he thought despairingly of the sorority president’s pair nailed to the wall of the TV room. The latex thong! With discomfort Ralph readjusted the matching latex panties Lizzie had fitted him with as a reminder and slipped into his frat house.


Aiko’s crossdresser profile fiction

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You have 1 friend in common – Add Aiko as a friend?

Name – Aiko Yoshihiko

Age – 20 years old

Location – Tokyo. Japan

Profession – Psychology Student

About Me

Hi! My name’s Aiko, nice to meet you! Okay here goes nothing…l’m a student living in Tokyo but I like to travel to other places too! Recently I even went to America, it was amazing and I had so much fun. My passions are comics. video games and fashion (cosplay) but more than anything…sooooooo much more than anything I like to make boys all nice and girly. They always resist at first but every time I find some way to get them under my spelL..and then they are all mine lol! l just love to doll them up in pink and purple until you can barely recognise them under the frilly dresses and stockings lput them in. My friend Nishi says I’m obsessed but she likes to join in too, especially when we go to the sissy contests downtown.

Everybody knows me because I always bring the best. most girly boys. It’s the small detaiLs that make the difference…if you want a boy to really feel like a girl you need him
to be in the pinkest prettiest panties. Even if no-one else can see them, he will know they’re there. Heels are important too, the higher and more uncomfortable the better. No way will he feel like a boy when his painted purple toes are squeezed into a pair of six-inch heeLs. If you can’t walk like a boy, you sure can’t think like a boy. In my profile picture you can see me with my dear Colly Wolly. He came to visit me in Tokyo and even though he’s back home now, he will always be my sissy. Soooooo….who eLse wants to be my friend?