Can't resist

"Hmmmm... I wonder how good a chef you are, sissy. Cook me a meal. The best you can with what we have downstairs," she says.

You want to resist, but you feel a strange compulsion come over you. All of the sudden, you want nothing more than to make the best meal you can. It takes you about an hour and a half to finish the work. You could have done it faster, you think to yourself, but it's harder to move around with your new look. Your sister walks into the kitchen and sits down at the table, waiting for you to place the food in front of her, which you do.

"Get me a drink," she says.

You do as you're told. She drinks it.

"Food's pretty good. Guess you're not that pathetic after all. You will make a good little sissy," she says. "Turn around for me."

She slaps your ass. You moan as she does it, and blush as she continues to rub your butt. You feel embarrassed but excited.

"You know seeing as you're such a good cook... Think I'll have my friend over, and I'll have you cook a great meal for me, sissy. Or maybe, not just a friend... a bunch of friends. Maybe some girls you like," she says. "12 people. You can cook for them, right?"

"What? You know how long that takes!" you say. "It's not like I can just wave my hands and get everything done."

"You naughty sissy. If you want to be my sissy, then you got to learn how to serve. Oh, and you do want to be my sissy. You want to be the best sissy in the world, and give my friends the best time of their lives," she says, moving her watch.

Oh yeah, that's right. Being your sister's sissy is your life's purpose. It's your greatest goal.

"Yes, sister. Deal."

"Now, go into my room. Grab the sluttiest thing I have. I want you to show plenty of of skin tonight," she says.