A prophecy.

You are standing naked in your livingroom, the place all of this began. Looming over you is your Daddy, stretching to the ceiling his shadow falling heavily over you, leaving chilled to the bone and lost in the dark.

"YOU ARE UNWORTHY!" Your Daddy's voice booms and the firmament falls away. The floor cracks from underneath you and you fall deep deep down into the pits of Hell, falling faster and faster, the flames burning you to the core but still you never land...

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"So there's the sleepy sissy." You wake with a start and aren't sure if your nightmare is over, or only getting worse. Your Daddy towers over your bed, Mommy standing behind him watching you wake. A million questions run through your mind but they keep getting tripped up on each other. Your Mommy mercifully ends your confusion.

"Isn't it wonderful, boo boo bear? I told Daddy how well you've done in sissy school and he decided you were ready to take your final exam!" It sure doesn't sound wonderful. And by the pained smile and pinched tone in her voice you can tell Mommy thinks you have the same chance of passing your exams as you do, slim to none.

"Well no use wasting the day away. Finish breakfast and your daily exercise and then meat me downstairs...naked." A man used to being obeyed, he does not wait before leaving himself, certain you will follow his words as if they were law. You turn to look pleadingly at Mommy, hoping for reprieve. She pulls you into her bosom caressing your hair.

"I know it's sudden and scary, tootsie pop, but you really are ready...or at least, Mommy can't make you anymore ready. Just...please...please don't give up." You look up into your Mommy's eyes and see her tears flow freely. You search for the small spark of inner strength that got you this far. You smile and kiss her tears away.

"Don't worry, Mommy Dommy. I'll pass the test with flyin' rainbow colors!" You both put on a brave face, both not sure who's fooling who. You race downstairs to finish breakfast, power through with your exercise with a speed and stamina that surprises you, and scrub yourself squeaky clean in the shower. You notice you have budding b cups now and your nipples are puffier and almost impossibly more sensitive. The squats and pills have swelled your ass up and its still soft to the touch with enough give for groping, but it has a firmness that holds its enticing shape. You know physically you are ready for inspection, you only hope your inner fortitude holds up.

Your Daddy is waiting for you in the living room, looming almost as large as he did in the dream. He stands proudly naked, his erect cock even larger and thicker than your dildo's or Slade's. His sculpted muscles belie his age and heavy frame. His arms like pythons that swallowed eggs, his legs like tree trunks. He is a perfect specimen of manhood. And you know now that you could never hope to compare. You just hope you can measure up as a sissy.

"I always knew you were a sissy. I don't know why you were always so defiant on the subject. Just look at you. Isn't this what you were meant to be?" Your Daddy waits for an interminably pregnant pause then smiles, apparently pleased you recognize a rhetorical question. "But the real question is, can you measure up as a sissy? I see your Mommy has already managed to teach you some things. The **** and hypnosis can take you far as well. But the final step, the one that proves you are worthy to be a sissy daughter, and not just sold off to a harem, faggot farm or kennel, that is something you and only you can do."

You feel the floor shifting and are ready for it to swallow you whole any second, but you steady yourself and stand firm. You manage to meet your Daddy's gaze and see look of surprise, possibly a flicker of almost not disdain, which is closer than anything resembling pride you've seen in his eyes before. "Maybe you can pass this after all, but I wouldn't bet on it. Your Mommy will not be here to help you. You will be tested on the only true metrics of a sissies worth, how much punishment can they take? And how much pleasure? I see despite this weeks depravity, you still have held onto your blush, that spark of innocence and pride real men love to snuff out. If you can maintain a balance between virgin and whore, pleasure and pain, selflessness and greedy hunger, than you will become my sissy daughter. You have permission to speak, sissy."

You stare up at your Daddy, blushing and eager to be defiled, waiting to be tossed in a whirlpool of violent extremes of brutality and bliss, wanting nothing more to please this man, to make him proud, and to feast on his manly member. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Daddy. I know I don't deserve this chance, being such a lazy loser lying that I wasn't a sissy, but I swear on Mommy to make you proud."

Your Daddy smiles broadly...but not kindly...