Make him prove it!

You have spent your entire life trying...and failing to live up to your father's impossible standards of manhood. As futile as fighting it seems, you can't just surrender willingly.

"I'm not a sissy. If I have to, I'll PROVE it!" You hoped it would sound forceful, confident even. You can tell by your father's resigned sigh that it sounds petulant at best.

"Fine. Be that way. You have an hour to get cleaned, shaved, and dressed in your sister's sluttiest clothes and wait for me in her room. No arguments, no excuses. If you want to pass my test, I want you to see what everyone else sees when they look at you. If you don't you will fail automatically and I will take you right there."

You rush upstairs without argument, even though you can barely wrap your mind around your father's conflicting conditions. To prove you are NOT a sissy, you have to dress up like one? Still nothing in his eyes hinted at even a hint of compromise, hesitation, or mercy. You practically leap out of your clothes and into your older sister's shower, grateful that at least Brandi prefers Cabo, cocktails, and cocks to visiting family over spring break. You use her silky soft body wash and her pretty pink razor to shave what few fine hairs exist on your already smooth skin. You hate how it makes your supple skin feel impossibly softer, but you don't have time for hate...or hesitation.

You rummage through her panty drawer excited by the forbidden nature of it all and terrified that each pair you find seems to cover less and less flesh, and you were ordered to find the sluttiest. Finally you stumble upon a pair with a teensy fine fishnet front, and an exposed back in the shape of a heart. You squeeze in and it barely slides over your full ass, your exposed crack and cheeks bulging lewdly out. You tell yourself it is the silky sheer material rubbing maddeningly against your crotch that has your cock throbbing and hard again and not the thought of how inviting your ass will look to your father...

You don't have time for doubts...you find a matching pair of fishnet hose and slide them frustratingly up your lithe legs, trying and failing to ignore the silky shudders they send coursing through you...

You don't have time for shudders, you need to finish dressing. You find a matching fishnet tube top, with low cut lace cups that almost, but not quite hide the puffy pink areolas of your embarrassingly, achingly erect nipples. You feel light headed, but manage to snag a pink, pleather pleated skirt that hides at least the top of your beautiful bouncy butt. You hope you still look slutty enough to pass the test, and with a last minute dash of illicit inspiration, you had a layer of shiny bubblegum pink lipstick to your plump, panting lips...you stare at your reflection in Brandi's full length mirror and a small, throbbing part of you wishes you could fuck the sexy slut before you...or at least watch her get fucked...

"Damn...I didn't know Brandi had clothes this slutty. I'll have to give that girl a stern talking to next time I see her." You father has also apparently showered. You can smell the powerful musk of his aftershave, feel the heat of his bare skin against your barely covered body, tremble at the feeling of his erect cock sliding, sandwiched between your practically bare buttocks. You can't help but imagine what he could do to the beautiful bitch in the mirror...

"I'll give you one last chance sissy. Tell me what you see in the mirror...tell me what you are...and tell me what I should do to my obedient sissy daughter..." his cock slides slickly, sensuously between your cheeks, sending electric surges across your skin everytime he grazes your puckering asshole. "Or you can be stubborn and try and fail my test and see how bad sissies get punished."