By turning you into your own sickest, stickiest, fantasies.

You don't know where your Mommy found a high school letter jacket, and you don't care. You don't know why it's sexier that they can only hide her curves so much or that even without her make up, her feminine features give lie to the booming baritone as she sneers, "That's it, faggot! Take my cock!", but it all adds to the twisted taboo of the underlying unspoken sordidness of your Mommy play acting as your stud bully while you cum on his cock.

You stopped playing Becca at least three sissygasms ago. You got so cumfused and bliss blurry and screamed out. "Yessss! Fuck my faggot cunt, Slade! You were right! I'm a sissyeeeeeeEeEEEEee!" Your Mommy got into the swing of things only too quick, seemingly getting off on your humiliation as much as you were. As you experienced the equivalent of an erotic epileptic fit, you had an epiphany. You are your own fucked up fantasy...

You hate to admit it, but none of your dream girls make you as horny as the twisted thought of being bullied into being an all too eager cocksucker, blackmailed into giving up your ass until you beg for more, "forcefully" feminized and loving it...and then starting all over again in a similar scenario with a different stud.

"Slade" dominates you in every way imaginable, and more than a few ways you never imagined but luckily your stud Mommy has. "He" films you begging for his cum before coating your blushing face with it, and then you both watch the video on the couch as you bounce on his cock. You have long since dripped dry of sissy spurts, but your body keeps cumming regardless in dry, savage spasmy sissygasms. Your Mommy kisses your forehead and whispers, "Goodnight, my little cummy bunny." As you drift off to sleep.

It's "Brad", your bully older brother, that wakes you up. Your Mommy is wearing a backwards ball cap and a wife beater with her breasts threatening to spill out any second. Oddly it only makes it hotter when she smacks your bare ass and sneers, "Get up, Bitch. Dad left me in charge today so you have to do whatever I say!" It turns out "whatever" involves helping spot him as he lifts weights and does stretchs.

You are shocked by your Mommy's strength as she dominates in the gym. You wonder why she decided to be a sissy with her big swinging dick, her endurance, and drive, but most of all you wonder how long you can go before begging to suck "Brad's" sweaty cock. Not long it so happens...

"Sure, baby bro. But if you're gonna finally fag out on me after wasting all these years pretending to be a man, you should do something for me first. I'm all sweaty, give me a tongue bath." You squirm in your workout tights, throbbing hard with need. You can't believe "Brad" is making you do this, and you can't believe Mommy knows you must have been secretly fantasizing about it.

You run your tongue along her slick, smooth skin, thirsty for her salty musk. You feel a surprising hardness in the muscle behind her supple flesh, and you make a puddle of presquirts in your tights imagining it is Brad's sweaty muscles your salivating over. You get more and more **** as your tongue explores every inch and crevice of "Brad's" smooth armpits, between "his" doughy ass cheeks, and all over "his" massive pecs. The dichotomy between the fucked up fantasy and the warped reality only makes the humiliation hotter, and the need keener...

"Please, Brad, please feed your faggy little baby brother your cock. I can't stop thinking about. Please let me suck it...I'll do anything. I'll give you my allowance, do your chores...I'll suck your cock if you let me suck your cock!" Dick starved and delirious, you make a fool of yourself before "Brad" finally rubs "his" cock across your plump lips and lets you savor "his" sweaty hog. Of course "he" then walks backwards, leading you around the room scooting on your knees desperately trying to keep the cock in your mouth...and that was pretty much the high point of the day.

Things got really humiliating from there. By the time you turned in you'd been "turned out" more times than you can count, by a litany of fantasy abusers.

Mommy wore Daddy's suit and spanked your ass raw before fucking it more raw. Mommy found a football jersey and made you beg her to fuck you in the gym "in front of the whole class". Mommy handcuffed you and put on police uniform and made you polish "his nightstick" while threatening to run you downtown as a sissy runaway. As the week dragged on, you started wondering where your twisted fantasies ended, and hers began...

One thing was certain. Whether she promised to keep your sissy games secret or not, there was no going back. You role played being fucked gay so many times you've forgotten how to even pretend to be straight. There's no way your bullies, your Daddy, or even stranger studs won't smell the sissy on you. Even if they didn't your pathetic sissy blush and new wiggle to your walk would give you away. The day before Daddy get's back you finally work up the nerve to tip toe into Mommy's room.

"Mommy...I'm sorry I was such a brat this week. You know I already forgave you, right?" The cocky smirk she wore most of the week melts into a soft smile. Her frosty glare softens to a kind gaze...

"Of course, darly pie. I was just giving you what I think you needed. I know it can be hard to admit, but I think you're ready to let your Mommy, your Daddy, your friends, your bullies, and the whole wide world what you are. Aren't you?" You run to her outstretched arms and she pulls you into her warm embrace. You dry your tears on her bosom.

Looking up, blushing but beaming you say, "I'm a sissy...and I love it!" She gives you a loving kiss and you give her a lustful one back. In moments you are both naked, enraptured and entwined making love, this time fantasizing about each other exactly as you are.

When you finally lay sweaty, sticky, and spent hours later your Mommy turns to you and says, "So how do you want to tell Daddy he has a new sissy daughter?"