I am not a sissy!

"I am not a sissy!" You shout out reflexively and instantly regret it. The shock on your mother's face telling you that was not the answer she expected. Then you see her smile...

"I suppose you're not. And that is the final lesson, my study stud. You get to chose what you are...but are you sure you're making the right choice?" The images shut off behind her. You see the concern and sincerity in her eyes.

"I...am...a...man." you say through gritted teeth trying to **** out any other thought to the contrary. Your instructor seems unmoved. She sits back on her desk so you can see up her skirt to her hard sissy clit, snuggled in her sheer nylons. She notices you noticing with a soft smile...

"Or do you only want to be one so badly because you were told you're whole life you weren't? Is the only reason you resist being a sissy because you heard your whole life you were? Is it all down to stubbornness? Because if that's all it is, you will never be ready to face your father. And you will have to face him. I have to tell him you're ready, and he'll be here tomorrow to test you!"

You feel a lump in your throat, hormones on overdrive, tears threatening to well up in your eyes. You will them to stay inside you. "No. I've come this far. Passed all the lessons..." you **** yourself to look away as she peels her skirt up over her lovely legs...

"Yes. And you should be proud. If you chose to be a sissy now it wouldn't be a failure. It would be a choice. Your Daddy would let me take all the time we needed teaching you to be a sissy. But if you try to prove to him that you're a man and fail...I...I don't want to see that happen."

You see the fear in her eyes. You can practically hear your father booming "NOT READY!" and a part of you is still unsure whether you really want to struggle all your life for something that comes so hard when you could be happier doing something that comes so natural...

She looks so beautiful...so tempting. Every inch of your body begs you to crawl to her. But what does your soul beg of you?