Fiction daddy’s crossdressing girl

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I pulled through the silent streets of the more affl uent areas of historic Newport, just as the sun was setting on
he horizon, painting the whole town a delightful orange color that really set off the falling leaves from the
trees. Autumn had always been my favourite season, and spending it in New England was a pleasure I’d never imagined I’d experience. Since the transformation I’d been thinking less and less about my former life, until
here were some days where I just thought purely as ‘Brandy’. That isn’t to say I was losing my identity. More
making a new one. I could still be the computer kid, I could still be antisocial and weird, I just had to be some-
hing on top of that also. I had to be Brandy Svenning, hottie, underachiever, and all around ‘good girl’.

he house was just as silent as the streets, which troubled me as the car rolled into the garage. Normally

Simon, our attendant, was outside in circumstances like this to take the car. He wasn’t there, nor were my
Family. I was alone, and it was getting dark Thinking something awful may have happened, I gripped my
I – pepper spray in my hand while walking through the empty gardens, every hedgerow and lawn sculpture sud-
denly a villain in hiding. l rapped on the door but found no response, so jingled my keys hurriedly opening it.

No lights on inside either, I considered rushing to my bedroom, my safe space, but I stayed. Lingering at the
bottom of the stairs, I heard a tinkling coming from the living room. Glass on glass. I didn’t want to investigate
further, but after a slight shuffling sent the hairs on the back of my neck into erect overdrive, I didn’t have
much other choice. I stalked the corridor, and then foistered the door open.

SURPRISE!

he lights came on, and I almost had a heart attack The whole town had come out to celebrate me turning my

Grades around! And at the centre of it all were my loving parents, my Mom and Daddy, beckoning me forward.

ears in my eyes, I crossed the room of smiling faces to embrace them. How had they known my grades to

u ut this together? Daddy had called in a favour with one of the chancellors to get the envelope released early.

He was so proud he’d been unable to stop himself putting something like this together for me.

here was champagne and a cake and everything. All of Brandy’s friends, my friends, were there to congratu-
ate me. I didn’t know what to say, how could I thank them? I couldn’t. There was nothing I could do. They were
my parents and they loved me. The best I could do was stammer a thank you, which brought out a wave of

gentle, endearing laughter as it became clear I was getting overcome with emotion. No one had ever done

anything like that for me before. few hours into the revelry, my father sat me down on the lawn, just the two of us, the murmur of merriment secluded behind double glazed glass. He handed me a champagne glass, and gave the warmest smile I’d seen.

Baby, you know I’m proud of you right?”

I did.

Your mother and I aren’t going to be around forever. But it makes living just that little sweeter to know that
hen we’re gone, we’ve left behind this confident, capable, excelling, beautiful young woman.”

He held my hand.

That’s all I need.”
he moon shone down on the Svenning house that night, but the true light came from within, from the bustle
of relatives and friends and supporting parents and love above all. And it wouldn’t have been possible for

nyone other than Daddy’s special girl.


Crossdressing sissy fiction make a woman of me

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I-or the next few weeks after the transformation, Dominic was Instrumental In getting me set up. He was my benefactor and friend, but he also took on the per-sona of my boss as well. In this capacity he took me to be a mountain of clay, ready to be moulded. He showed me the ways of ensuring a productive office, and in gaining my own skill and learning from the job too. I had so much respect for him, he sorted me an apartment in a tech related sector of the city, and I started to make some friends and make some plans too. He encouraged me so much.

Though one night, when we’d been out for a good time on the town, he stopped me when l was walking to the door. He had something to say, but he was afraid that I would take it the wrong way. In truth I’d been kind of harbouring similar emotions with relation to him. Not wanting to presume, l’d kept them bottled up, and was hoping that they were just a side effect of the transformation. Appar- ently, this was not so. I’d fallen for him, head over heels, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take it before I told him.

“Jessi, there’s something i’ve been meaning to say to you…” he stuttered, the most vulnerable I’d seen him. I didn’t care what he had to say, the intent was all
in his action. He was a man who could have anything he wanted, anything he
wanted potentially, aside from me. Therein lay his indecision and fear, he was
worried I was going to say no. To be fair, I didn’t say yes. ljust leapt up to his
face and kissed him as hard as I could. Though he was surprised initially, it didn’t
take him long to reciprocate. We went inside, and he made a woman of me. I
wouldn’t sleep alone a single night afterward, he would always remain by my
side.

The wedding was a small one, attended only by close family and friends, those
who would understand why I’d needed to move away and change myself so
much, they were supportive, and I loved them for it. The day flew by, with me
dressed in the most beautiful wedding dress I’d ever seen. A white gown that
stretched a few feet behind me as I walked. I lost count of how many people
praised it that day.

The honeymoon was ecstasy, and we decided to take a week. Ever since our
first night together, we’d been unable to separate ourselves for very long at all,
always eventually falling into each other’s arms, and landing on a soft place
somewhere for a long, hard, time. I’d finally met the person I could truly love, and
it had been the last person I could have possibly have expected. Such a strange
situation, but one that endeared me to the world so strongly. What followed was
the greatest adventure.

The doctors were amazed to find that l was pregnant. I’d been feeling sick in the
morning, and had been just feeling down generally, so I went back to the clinic to
make sure there were no side effects to my transformation. There was one, but
it wasn’t a bad one. Over the next nine months I swelled, enduring every beauti-
ful high and desperate low of a full term pregnancy, before I gave birth to my
son, Shaun, on a bright morning in December. He looked like his father, I was so
proud. I was never a happy man, but I’d become a delighted and fulfilled woman.


By any means necessary crossdressing fiction

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The three spymasters sat innocuously at their dining table in the restaurant. The place was quiet,
but with a lively emugh crowd to distract anyone from snatching any details from their conversa-
tion. Ms. Fenstone was in the centre, an ageing black face and overlong fingernails, and just about
the most well connected power broker in these United States. She was eating steak, rare. She liked
the slight tinge of blood in her mouth after each bite, it felt like the only natural thing in her diet,
which otherwise composed of nutrient shakes and constant pain pills.

Flanking her were Director Simon Williams, and General Secretary Martin Moore. Both important
men, but neither as important as Ms. Fenstone. Their conversation had been scant, but the content
had been worth billions on the information black market. They spoke of dictators rising and falling,
the bankroll of a certain terrorist cell, and their plans for research and development. Moore and Wil-
liams hadn’t brought much to the table other than their respective agency’s pocketbooks, but Fen-
stone had brought something more brilliant than anything they’d ever seen.

 

“What if I told you,” she spoke, in between bites of steak, “that I can not only deal with any looming
threats, but I can turn them toward your advantage, within say, a two week turnaround.”

The suggestion was so glibly put, but she meant it, and had the means to back it up. It was just a
matter of either of the two becoming interested. Naturally, they both raised an eyebrow. “Collagen
nanopiping, it’s the future of skincare products from a consumer perspective, it brightens the skin
and literally rewrites the genetics of the cells to become healthier and more radiant. But if I wanted
to sell cosmetics then I would have gone into the family business. No, I want to sell solutions, solu-
tions to this nation’s problems.”

Williams and Moore were aghast, but they didn’t yet follow.

“The plan goes a little like this. Let’s say that there’s some half baked liberal crackpot stirring up
anti American sentiment in Europe. A british comedian or poet or intellectual, starts turning the
public against US foreign policy. This is a man who needs to be dealt with. I send one of my friends,
my dangerous friends, over to whichever piss stained hovel our problem is sleeping in, and he
drops a couple of millilitres onto the target’s forehead. Within moments, she’s rewritten, and ready
to tow the party line. 100% satisfaction guaranteed. They’ll even serve willingly once the material
has permeated all the way to the brain stem.”

She continued eating, but the gentlemen were confused.

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“Sorry,” Williams stuttered, “but did you say female?”

“I did,” she shrugged. “The substance rewrites the chromosomes of the target to XX, female. We
don’t know why, but we don’t really care if it serves our purposes. The target disappears and what’s
left behind is our very own little subservient slut. I’m sure you gentlemen can get down with that?”
They eyed each other nervously.

“But you can probably guess I’m not short changing you here. We’ll have a demonstration now.”

As if by magic, a waiter appeared, carrying a mobile phone on a silver platter, it was laid down in
front of Ms. Fenstone, and then activated. She spoke into the receiver with a dull and empty accent.
“Let’s go.”

The signal reverberated through three different officers before gaining clearance by a top scientist.
The first field test of their lives’ work. The target, Donald Smythe, British journalist and green energy
campaigner, who had just began a program of anti-American vitriol in his newspaper. He never
even felt the drop in his ear while he slept


By any means necessary crossdressing fiction

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The three spymasters sat innocuously at their dining table in the restaurant. The place was quiet,
but with a lively emugh crowd to distract anyone from snatching any details from their conversa-
tion. Ms. Fenstone was in the centre, an ageing black face and overlong fingernails, and just about
the most well connected power broker in these United States. She was eating steak, rare. She liked
the slight tinge of blood in her mouth after each bite, it felt like the only natural thing in her diet,
which otherwise composed of nutrient shakes and constant pain pills.

Flanking her were Director Simon Williams, and General Secretary Martin Moore. Both important
men, but neither as important as Ms. Fenstone. Their conversation had been scant, but the content
had been worth billions on the information black market. They spoke of dictators rising and falling,
the bankroll of a certain terrorist cell, and their plans for research and development. Moore and Wil-
liams hadn’t brought much to the table other than their respective agency’s pocketbooks, but Fen-
stone had brought something more brilliant than anything they’d ever seen.

 

“What if I told you,” she spoke, in between bites of steak, “that I can not only deal with any looming
threats, but I can turn them toward your advantage, within say, a two week turnaround.”

The suggestion was so glibly put, but she meant it, and had the means to back it up. It was just a
matter of either of the two becoming interested. Naturally, they both raised an eyebrow. “Collagen
nanopiping, it’s the future of skincare products from a consumer perspective, it brightens the skin
and literally rewrites the genetics of the cells to become healthier and more radiant. But if I wanted
to sell cosmetics then I would have gone into the family business. No, I want to sell solutions, solu-
tions to this nation’s problems.”

Williams and Moore were aghast, but they didn’t yet follow.

“The plan goes a little like this. Let’s say that there’s some half baked liberal crackpot stirring up
anti American sentiment in Europe. A british comedian or poet or intellectual, starts turning the
public against US foreign policy. This is a man who needs to be dealt with. I send one of my friends,
my dangerous friends, over to whichever piss stained hovel our problem is sleeping in, and he
drops a couple of millilitres onto the target’s forehead. Within moments, she’s rewritten, and ready
to tow the party line. 100% satisfaction guaranteed. They’ll even serve willingly once the material
has permeated all the way to the brain stem.”

She continued eating, but the gentlemen were confused.

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“Sorry,” Williams stuttered, “but did you say female?”

“I did,” she shrugged. “The substance rewrites the chromosomes of the target to XX, female. We
don’t know why, but we don’t really care if it serves our purposes. The target disappears and what’s
left behind is our very own little subservient slut. I’m sure you gentlemen can get down with that?”
They eyed each other nervously.

“But you can probably guess I’m not short changing you here. We’ll have a demonstration now.”

As if by magic, a waiter appeared, carrying a mobile phone on a silver platter, it was laid down in
front of Ms. Fenstone, and then activated. She spoke into the receiver with a dull and empty accent.
“Let’s go.”

The signal reverberated through three different officers before gaining clearance by a top scientist.
The first field test of their lives’ work. The target, Donald Smythe, British journalist and green energy
campaigner, who had just began a program of anti-American vitriol in his newspaper. He never
even felt the drop in his ear while he slept


Sissy crossdressing stolen transformation

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You never decided on what you wanted, did you?

Well, unlike you, I did. In fact I had to decide what I wanted. After
all, I could not live a life that was a shadow of what it could be.
Correction… I could not live a life that was a shadow of of what it
should be.

So while you were deciding what you should do, I took your device.
I admit that it was a work of genius. A giant metal box. Something
the size of a closet. You set the settings for what you desire to look
like, and its machinery changes you into them all the way down to a
genetic level so that you match what you permanently become what
you desire.

Oh, I know you were going to use it to give yourself super powers.
And I know that it was a one time use thing. And I know it was
expensive. But you were sounding not only like you couldn’t
decide, and possibly never would.

Thus I set it up. I set it to change the person who entered it into a
female human. Not too tall, nor too short. One with long brown hair
and brown eyes. One who was slender, but still shapely.

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But to play it safe, I left for a bit. I went shopping for clothing to
wear with my new form, and found a beautiful black lacy dress to
wear for after my change. Of course when I left, you had a chance
to make up your mind, change the settings and use the box
yourself.

But you didn’t.

Thus I used the box. And it changed me. I became the girl I always
wished I could be.

I’m sorry I stole your chance to gain super powers. But in return,
you are still a superhero to me. After all, you gave me the chance to
be me, and to be free.

And for that, I will always be thankful.


Sissy jasmine’s crossdressing fiction

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Jasmine trembled in her tall black boots. Since back when she was a he, she had enjoyed cosplay very much. Jackson had gone as Natsu Dragneel, The Flash, and many other heroic figures. However, after her transformation, she couldn’t work up the courage to try it out again….

That was until her friends told her they were going to Anime Con in Boston. They had planned to do a 082 cosplay group. Abby was a genderbent Vegeta, Sean was Trunks, Patrick was Piccolo, Cam was Goku, and Liwie was Bulma. They still needed an Android 18 however….. Jasmine was dreading the day of the convention, but once she got there, things began to look up for her. Everyone she met was complimenting her costume, and she even got to meet Hiro Mashima, one of her personal heroes.

They all had a good time there, leaving with tons of photos and new memories made. By the end of the day, Jasmine couldn‘t help but smile. She was happy her friends had convinced her to go, or else she would’ve never experienced such a good time….


Curves inc vs tg corp crossdressing fiction

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For the longest time, the professional geneticists and surgeons that had poured their blood, sweat
and tears into building Curves Inc. into the powerhouse in gender change technology had tried
their best to tolerate TG Corp. They engaged in charity donations, sought out those who best
needed their services, and ensured that the level of care a customer could expect was tip top and
top notch. As for TG Corp., there was little love lost between them, an all male company in the
business of making women.. . Something had to be done about the board of directors.

For years they had chosen unwilling targets, broken apart marriages, and birthed a whole genera-
tion of sex starved, nymphomatic, young women. Something had to be done. The head of Curves
Inc. put their best men and women to the task of assembling a means of giving them a taste of
their own medicine. It didn’t take long before they turned to a less than surgical response. A babe
bomb had been theorised, a mechanical contraption filled with so much genetic transition material
that everyone within the blast radius would be transformed into a sexy woman, but the Curves sci-
entists had outdone themselves once more.

A babe bomb could, potentially, damage property and buildings, which was not the Curves way.
So the most elegant of solutions was devised. Instead of bottling that much transformation power
into a weapon, they could put it into a person. A person filled to the brim with the stuff that made
men tremble and turn into women. A volunteer was needed, but once he was laden with the stuff,
transformed of course into a woman himself, it was go time. The plan went off without a hitch.
The woman made her way to the TG Corp buildings in downtown Manhattan, and ensured she
was as far inside as possible, not wanting to cause any disturbance outside. Curves spies made
sure the front and back doors were locked before she entered the elevator. She settled on the
twentieth floor, and then set about her work. The transformation exchange was simple, anyone
who so much as breathed in a cell from her body would transform within a matter of seconds into
a sexy woman, and then the virus would be passed on from there. With a half life of two minutes,
it was hard to expect that there would be much of a reach outside the building. Within moments of
arriving at her target, the floor was agog with moaning women, and men struggling to escape, or
beat back the transformation that would soon consume them.

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She sat there, casually tidying her nails, as the moans of horror and pleasure slowly made their
way upward and downward, until they fell into a satisfied or stunned silence. By the third hour,
even those who had been hiding had been infected, bursting through their clothes with hips and
boobs growing, and then falling into the mad pile of burgeoning sexuality.


Curves inc vs tg corp crossdressing fiction

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For the longest time, the professional geneticists and surgeons that had poured their blood, sweat
and tears into building Curves Inc. into the powerhouse in gender change technology had tried
their best to tolerate TG Corp. They engaged in charity donations, sought out those who best
needed their services, and ensured that the level of care a customer could expect was tip top and
top notch. As for TG Corp., there was little love lost between them, an all male company in the
business of making women.. . Something had to be done about the board of directors.

For years they had chosen unwilling targets, broken apart marriages, and birthed a whole genera-
tion of sex starved, nymphomatic, young women. Something had to be done. The head of Curves
Inc. put their best men and women to the task of assembling a means of giving them a taste of
their own medicine. It didn’t take long before they turned to a less than surgical response. A babe
bomb had been theorised, a mechanical contraption filled with so much genetic transition material
that everyone within the blast radius would be transformed into a sexy woman, but the Curves sci-
entists had outdone themselves once more.

A babe bomb could, potentially, damage property and buildings, which was not the Curves way.
So the most elegant of solutions was devised. Instead of bottling that much transformation power
into a weapon, they could put it into a person. A person filled to the brim with the stuff that made
men tremble and turn into women. A volunteer was needed, but once he was laden with the stuff,
transformed of course into a woman himself, it was go time. The plan went off without a hitch.
The woman made her way to the TG Corp buildings in downtown Manhattan, and ensured she
was as far inside as possible, not wanting to cause any disturbance outside. Curves spies made
sure the front and back doors were locked before she entered the elevator. She settled on the
twentieth floor, and then set about her work. The transformation exchange was simple, anyone
who so much as breathed in a cell from her body would transform within a matter of seconds into
a sexy woman, and then the virus would be passed on from there. With a half life of two minutes,
it was hard to expect that there would be much of a reach outside the building. Within moments of
arriving at her target, the floor was agog with moaning women, and men struggling to escape, or
beat back the transformation that would soon consume them.

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She sat there, casually tidying her nails, as the moans of horror and pleasure slowly made their
way upward and downward, until they fell into a satisfied or stunned silence. By the third hour,
even those who had been hiding had been infected, bursting through their clothes with hips and
boobs growing, and then falling into the mad pile of burgeoning sexuality.


Sissy fiction whatever happened to bernie flashback

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This week’s Flashback is a look at the once ambitious young businessman Bernie, who after taking a room at Mrs. Paulsen ‘s house as a lodger found himself becoming pinker and pinker until finally Brittany was born. Now after
months under his landlady’s spell, Bernie/Brittany has someone new to deal with, Mrs. Paulsen ‘s brand new lodger, Caleb.

Brittany gazed glumly at the pastel shades and wooden decor of her new room. Long gone were the vibrant pinks that had once crafted her walls and colored her life, long gone were the rose textures that she had woken up to
everyday and admired, breathed in, even loved. No that was all Caleb ‘s now. The new lingerie matched the room’s drab interior fike funeral wear. Sure it was soft, elegant even, but the dark nylon underwear that hugged her body
did little to lift her mood. Fifty shades of bleurgghhmnot fike the bright Barbie- esque fabrics that had once dressed her, not like those which now encased Caleb ‘s boyish body. She saw them, everyday, she saw them, fike torture, Mrs. flaulsen would come up to dress them and Brittany would see the pink silks in the washing basket and pray they were for her. Mrs. Paulsen would smile curtly and hand over something dark and wander off once again with the basket in hand, off to her new favorite.

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Time passed and from her new room Brittany watched the days grow longer as summer approached. Mrs. Paulsen seemed on the verge of ecstasy as she prepared for the return of her beloved daughter, Sophie, from university.
There were pictures of the young student everywhere and Brittany could see the resemblance that Mrs. Paulsen had mentioned between the two of them, there was also an odd similarity with Caleb ‘s androgynous features, odd since
he was after all a boy. Mrs. Paulsen began to clear space in the wardrobe of Brittany ‘s rooms and just a few days before Sophie ‘s scheduled return, she made up the huge wooden four poster bed for two people rather than just one.
Now just a day before Sophie’s homecoming, Brittany sat on the end of the bed once again clad in black lingerie, hugging the breastforms that Mrs. Paulsen had promised to replace and applying think dark makeup fit for a
wake. She sneered bitterly, Caleb probably thought the changes were being made for Sophie, he ‘d see, he ‘d see who Mrs. Paulsen’s true favorite was all along when Sophie took his place in the pink room, he ‘d see that he was just like Brittany, except of course he was a boy…


Sissy fiction whatever happened to bernie flashback

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This week’s Flashback is a look at the once ambitious young businessman Bernie, who after taking a room at Mrs. Paulsen ‘s house as a lodger found himself becoming pinker and pinker until finally Brittany was born. Now after
months under his landlady’s spell, Bernie/Brittany has someone new to deal with, Mrs. Paulsen ‘s brand new lodger, Caleb.

Brittany gazed glumly at the pastel shades and wooden decor of her new room. Long gone were the vibrant pinks that had once crafted her walls and colored her life, long gone were the rose textures that she had woken up to
everyday and admired, breathed in, even loved. No that was all Caleb ‘s now. The new lingerie matched the room’s drab interior fike funeral wear. Sure it was soft, elegant even, but the dark nylon underwear that hugged her body
did little to lift her mood. Fifty shades of bleurgghhmnot fike the bright Barbie- esque fabrics that had once dressed her, not like those which now encased Caleb ‘s boyish body. She saw them, everyday, she saw them, fike torture, Mrs. flaulsen would come up to dress them and Brittany would see the pink silks in the washing basket and pray they were for her. Mrs. Paulsen would smile curtly and hand over something dark and wander off once again with the basket in hand, off to her new favorite.

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Time passed and from her new room Brittany watched the days grow longer as summer approached. Mrs. Paulsen seemed on the verge of ecstasy as she prepared for the return of her beloved daughter, Sophie, from university.
There were pictures of the young student everywhere and Brittany could see the resemblance that Mrs. Paulsen had mentioned between the two of them, there was also an odd similarity with Caleb ‘s androgynous features, odd since
he was after all a boy. Mrs. Paulsen began to clear space in the wardrobe of Brittany ‘s rooms and just a few days before Sophie ‘s scheduled return, she made up the huge wooden four poster bed for two people rather than just one.
Now just a day before Sophie’s homecoming, Brittany sat on the end of the bed once again clad in black lingerie, hugging the breastforms that Mrs. Paulsen had promised to replace and applying think dark makeup fit for a
wake. She sneered bitterly, Caleb probably thought the changes were being made for Sophie, he ‘d see, he ‘d see who Mrs. Paulsen’s true favorite was all along when Sophie took his place in the pink room, he ‘d see that he was just like Brittany, except of course he was a boy…