A year spent learning a trade.

You've come a long way in a year, and cum in so many more ways than you ever imagined possible. Your sisters have blossomed along with you, in no small part to your encouragement and insistence that you all deserve better than small change for sucking sad cocks and then crashing in filthy flop houses.

It took a long time and a lot of your increasingly persuasive techniques to convince them to put all your earnings towards renting a loft uptown and advertising discretely online for a better class of client. Once they finally took their "baby sister's" advice, they were delighted to find how much more you could all be earning.

Enough to transform you from trashy jail bait to full blown bimbo pin up straight out of your filthiest fantasies. Breasts that would make Sky feel showy, an ass like melons fighting in your tight, coutre dresses, and a surgery to snip your sissy sack so your tiny sissy clit is reduced to the cutest little sissy nub. You don't need it to cum anymore, and your cunt is never empty for too long.

That's another perk your sisters have discovered with your new clientele. Many of them pay extravagant prices not because they can't perform, but because they can't perform with the unleashed ferocity with their wives or mistresses the way they can with you. You've all earned enough to retire on, and even expanded the family to bring in other lost, little sissies, the wag they once took you in.

Now here you are, with your favorite client. He's dashing, dominating, and always insists you call him "Daddy". You're bouncing on his lap, his thick, perfectly molded cock filling you in ways only he can. You cum with him in ways you only reached with your sisters before. He makes you cum like only family can make me cum.

"That's it, baby girl. Cum for me! Cum until you lose your mind! Cum until you can't speak! Babble and buck and cum for me!" You do...gladly...again and again and again and...until you can't count either. He always makes sure you've gone blankfully bliss before leaving you with a kiss and telling his special girl good night.

You don't have the heart to tell him he's been fucking his runaway prodigal son. Though sometimes you're tempted, maybe he'd spank you a little harder?

The truth is it doesn't matter anymore. You've found a family that loves you for who you are, a job you love, and a bright future ahead. Not bad for a sissy...and you're just getting started.