Preparation for the changes

Daisy’s mouth is a fucking revelation, hot and relentless, her tongue doing things that make my vision blur. I’m sprawled on the couch, jeans shoved down to my ankles, her head bobbing between my thighs. My hands are tangled in her dark hair, gripping tight as she sucks me deeper, her moans vibrating through me. It’s too much—her lips, her heat, the way her eyes flick up to meet mine, daring me to lose control. I try to hold on, to make it last, but she’s too good, and I’m too far gone.

“Fuck, Daisy—” I **** out, and then I’m done, my hips bucking as I come harder than I ever have, waves of pleasure crashing through me. She doesn’t pull away, swallowing every drop, her tongue teasing me through the aftershocks until I’m gasping, oversensitive and wrecked. She sits back on her heels, licking her lips with a smug, satisfied grin, her dress still bunched around her waist, her own cock hard and straining.

“Damn, Brian,” she purrs, voice husky, “you taste as good as you look.” She crawls up, straddling my lap again, her breasts brushing my chest. “Now… how about you return the favor?” Her fingers trace my jaw, tilting my face up, and there’s a challenge in her eyes, but also something softer, like she’s waiting to see if I’ll take the leap.

I don’t hesitate. Maybe I should, but the heat in my blood is louder than any warning. I want her—every part of her. I slide off the couch, kneeling between her thighs as she leans back, spreading her legs. Her cock is right there, thick and heavy, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. It’s intimidating, bigger than mine, but my mouth waters, and I’m shocked at how badly I want this. I wrap my hand around the base, stroking slow, feeling her pulse under my fingers, and she sighs, head tipping back.

“Go on, baby,” she murmurs, her voice a seductive drawl. “Show me what you got.”

I lean in, tentative at first, my lips brushing the tip. It’s warm, salty, and I don’t know what I expected, but it’s not… bad. Not at all. I take her deeper, my tongue swirling, mimicking what she did to me. She moans, loud and shameless, her hand resting lightly on my head, guiding but not forcing. I’m clumsy at first, figuring out how to move, how to breathe, but then I find a rhythm, and holy shit—I’m good at this. My lips slide down her shaft, tongue working the underside, and her gasps tell me I’m hitting all the right spots.

“Fuck, Brian, you sure you’ve never done this before?” she pants, her hips twitching, and I hum around her, the vibration making her curse. I’m shocked at how much I’m enjoying it—the weight of her in my mouth, the way she tastes, the power I feel making her unravel. My cock’s already stirring again, and I’m lost in the moment, sucking harder, faster, driven by her moans and the way her fingers tighten in my hair.

It takes time—she’s not easy, and I love that about her. My jaw aches, but I don’t care, pushing through, determined to make her lose it like she did me. Her breathing gets ragged, her thighs trembling, and then she’s gasping my name, her voice breaking. “Brian—oh, fuck, I’m gonna—” She comes with a cry, hot and thick, flooding my mouth. I swallow instinctively, caught up in the heat of it, and it’s messy, overwhelming, but I don’t pull away until she’s spent, her body slumping back against the couch.

I sit back, wiping my mouth, my heart pounding. Daisy’s watching me, eyes half-lidded, a lazy, blissful smile on her face. “You’re a natural, stud,” she says, but there’s something knowing in her gaze, like she sees what’s coming before I do.

And then I feel it—a warmth spreading through me, not just arousal but something deeper, like my body’s waking up in a new way. My skin tingles, my muscles softening, and there’s a strange, electric pull in my chest, my hips, my core. I should be scared, but I’m not. The truth hits me like a freight train: I’m changing. The SISSIES virus is taking hold, and I must’ve had that subconscious desire buried somewhere, because it’s happening, and I can’t stop it.

But here’s the thing—I don’t want to. The thought of becoming like Daisy, soft and sexy and unashamed, craving every second of this new life, it doesn’t terrify me. It excites me. I look at her, sprawled out, radiant, and I can’t wait to be like her, to feel what she feels, to live without the fear that’s been **** me for weeks.

“Daisy,” I say, my voice already softer, a little higher, “it’s happening, isn’t it?”

She nods, reaching out to cup my face, her touch gentle but electric. “Yeah, baby. And you’re gonna love every fucking second of it.”

I grin, leaning into her hand, my body humming with anticipation. “Bring it on.”