*click*

I stared at that collar and cage for so long, I don’t know what I was waiting for exactly but I was waiting for something. I must have waited too long though because my new master let out a little grunt and picked up the collar, undid the buckle and then stood up and walked behind me.

Next thing I knew I felt a tightness and a new unfamiliar weight around my neck and heard a little *click* as master closed the buckle of my new collar. This was all really overwhelming and I was totally speechless, all I could do was run my hands over the collar feeling it and trying to get used to the idea that I was the one wearing it.

After letting me adjust for a couple of minutes master looked at me, took my hand in his and said “what do you say Joanna?” I panicked and stuttered and scrambled for words until my instincts kicked in and I answered a soft feminine little “thank you daddy” and gave Adam a smile.

“You’re welcome sissy now stand up and drop your cute little skirt so we can do the next one”

I felt a tear streaming slowly down my cheek this time - it was time, it was actually happening. I was about to kiss my last symbol of manhood goodbye, and yet as much as I was protesting in my mind over this decision my body was already standing and undoing the button of my denim skirt.

I felt masters rough strong hands on me as he shimmied down my skirt and my panties, I felt him squeezing and pulling at my once proud manhood for a few seconds and before I could even look to see him do the deed I heard yet another life changing little *click* and felt the lock making contact with the pretty pink plastic prison that would now encase my entire masculine identity, shielding it from view and making sure everyone who saw me at my most **** would know exactly what I now was, no longer a man but a sissy.

After hearing that lock shut and looking down to see myself now I was gone - I couldn’t hold it back anymore and as daddy pulled my skirt and panties back into place I let the floodgates open and my tears flowed loudly down my cheeks as i mourned the loss of Jonah