The "finest" hotel forty dollars can buy.

You wander until you find a place advertising $40 a night, not sure if you are paranoid that everyone passing you is eyeing you knowingly, or if they can see the sissy squirming inside you, begging to burst free like a bimbo butterfly. You decide you won't find anything better and go into the office to find a safe place to sleep.

The night clerk barely registers you, his dead eyed stare seems to peer right through you, and you pay for the night eager to get locked away and buried under a blanket. On the way to your room, 101, you see three stunning creatures advertising their wares. One, a stacked latina, poured into a crop top showing off her creamy cleavage and the bottoms of her bountiful bust. Your eyes trail down her smooth stomach to her denim cutoffs, cut so short you can see her tantalizing thighs, and so tight you can see her impressive bulge.

"Looky, looky, Luna, we have a little sissy starin'" you are busted by a busty blond in a pink pleather dress that shows off every incredible inch of her comely curves and hard, horny cock. Behind her is a diminutive doll, a sweet succulent asian, visibly aroused in her nylon short shorts and tube top hugging her tiny tits and achingly hard nipples. You try to turn away, to lower your gaze and make your way to your room, but they have you hooked in their siren's talons. You look from their luscious lips to their enthusiastic erections, their bouncing breasts and lithesome legs. Before you can make it to your room, they have you surrounded.

"She's one of us, I can smell the need on her." The smallest sissy slips behind you, she is even smaller than you, except where it counts. Your cunt quivers involuntarily as she presses her hard clit against your tight pants. The blond strokes your face as you blush and whimper, her breasts crushing into your heaving chest. The leader brings her full, glossy lips just inches away from your...close enough to taste your pained panting breaths.

"I think we found ourselves a new hermana, don't you chicas?" You shake your head "no" but your body leans into theirs, screaming "YES!" You try to resist the urges bubbling up inside you, leading from a slow simmer to a blistering boil until all you can do is whimper and writhe.

"Oh my golly, she's so totally beggin' for it. I bet she has some crazy cute panties stashed away in that dorky duffel bag of hers. Can we keep her? I promise to feed her, and walk her, and fuck her into bed every night." The street walking sissies exchange knowing glances. Like they know it's only a matter of seconds before you beg them to make you their sissy sister...or pantied pet. And you know it too...

You can see your room a few steps away out of the corner of your eye. The only question is, can you summon the willpower to excuse yourself and turn in for the night, knowing you'll toss and turn throbbing with need for what they can offer you. Or do you invite them in, so they can initiate you into their slutty sissyterhood...let them turn you out completely, and transform you into the wanton whore that's wailing inside you, begging to cum out...