By beating Dirk at his own game.

Dirk had arrived to your house bound, beaten, and bloodied, but unbowed. He vowed to your father and you to pay back every penny he owed or else forfeit his freedom to your family. He looked so sure then. So confident. You vowed, silently of course, to wipe the smug grin off his face by the year your father has given you both to pay him back.

He certainly didn't seem worried by the 100,000 price tag. You suppose he figured if he could swindle and steal that much from your family in a week, he'd be able to pay it back in a year from robbing other people blind, even with depreciation and fluctuating street value.

Meanwhile you were busting your ass, literally more often than not. You worked as a live in maid and stress relief holes for your still furious Mommy and Daddy. Mommy forgave you before long, but she still couldn't resist lifting your little French Maid skirt when you were scrubbing the floors and fucking the sissy spurts out of you...which you always cleaned up with your tongue. The fact that your Mommy used to be your daddy was its own rude awakening. But everything is going according to plan.

Afternoons you worked as Daddy's sissy sex toy store "The Enchanted Castle" or his **** store "The Candy Haus". It's a sad irony that the things that got you in so much trouble in the first place, getting high and fucking dirtbags, are now how you earn your commission. You hate the hands of the greasy, over the hill Daddies paying to dress you up, tie you down, and fill you with their seed, but despite the blush and shameful sobs, you always manage to squirt out a few shuddery sissy spurts. But everything is going according to plan.

You thought being fed **** and deep dicked would be a reward instead of a punishment, but the clients seem to take perverse delight in making your body extremely sensitive and then teasing you for hours...that or taking performance enhancers and fucking you so long and sweet the sheer scope of your sissygasms begin to bleed into the painful perfection of blissful brutality. But everything is going according to plan.

The worst part is that you earn peanuts compared to the scores Dirk is pulling. He is ripping off dealers and seducing sissies to steal from left and right. Any day now, he will march into your Daddy's office and pay him back, and you will be doomed...that is, if you hadn't planned on all of this. You learned first hand that Dirk wasn't great at building long term relationships and for every dealer he burned,you hooked up with some "candy"...for every sissy he screwed over, you offered a sympathetic ear, and mouth, and cunt...and a plan.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Barbie?! Your dad said we couldn't steal each other's earnings to pay him back!" That was true enough, though Daddy was probably only trying to give you a fair chance. No one would ever imagine you were capable of this double cross. Even now, brought to you bound, bloodied, and beaten, Dirk remains unbowed, but that's because he has no idea how much trouble he's really in...

"Oh I would never steal from you, Diana. Besides, I can make much more auctioning you off to the dealers and sissies you betrayed. Some are even talking about treating your sissy cunt like a time share!" You motion for his captors to bring him to the basement. A "classroom" your Mommy showed you to warn you what would happen if you didn't payback Daddy first.

That's when your plan took form. Rely on Dirk to betray enough people to build a strong client base. Kidnap and "tutor" him through state of the art **** and hypnosis, and transform his body with "candy" from Daddy's store that will leave him an almost braindead bimbo with a figure that makes you look manly in comparison.

Almost braindead...with emphasis on ALMOST. Because you want a part of him to remember what he's lost even if she's powerless to resist. You want "Diana" to experience the same level of humiliation, regret, and helplessness you still find gnawing at you between brainless blissful blackouts.

"You, faggots can't do this to me! I ripped you off fair and square! I'll tell your faggot father on you! I almost have his money! I don't deserve thimph mmph mmmph mmmmmm...." Dirk's screams are muffled by the dildo gag on his vr headset and the humm of the program beginning his re-education. You can't wait for him to discover the dildo built into the bottom of his desk. You smile greedily waiting for his muffled screams to turn to muffled whimpers and moans...suddenly you feel a familiar, heavy hand close firmly on the nape of your neck.

"Good job, Barbie. I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting you to pull it off when you came to me with this plan, but you did it all on your own. And I am proud of you for being honest with me this time. Hopefully this has taught you a valuable lesson. You see what the price of betrayal is, and the rewards of continued loyalty." Your Daddy's words fill you with pride. You can tell by his turgid cock pressed against your practically bare ass that he wants to fill you up with something else.

You can't wait. Now that you are free and forgiven, you have so many plans to share with him. And Diana? She has the rest of her life to realize what happens when you fuck with the wrong sissy.