She sees you as her wife

My hands shook as I opened the Algorithm’s history on your laptop. Session after endless session, you’d poured your deepest secrets into that porno app—your tiny penis, your smooth skin fantasies, the way you craved to be soft and pretty and utterly feminized. The app had responded with hundreds of tailored chapters: you in lace panties, your micropenis tucked back into a cute little bulge, makeup making your eyes pop while dominant women called you “princess” and “good girl.”

One thread had you on hormones, tits growing, voice softening, while your clitty stayed locked and useless. Another showed you sucking cock in full sissy maid outfit, tiny balls shaved smooth and painted pink.I should have been shocked. Instead my pussy flooded. The idea of turning you—my husband with that pathetic little dick—into a delicate, feminine plaything made my clit throb so hard I had to bite my lip.

I logged into the Algorithm myself using your credentials and started my own journey, feeding it new prompts: “How to completely feminize my husband with a micropenis.” The app delivered instantly—detailed guides mixed with the hottest sissy porn I’d ever seen.I read every word, thighs slick. Feminine traits had never turned me on like this before, but now I was obsessed: the thought of your smooth legs in stockings, your tiny clitty wrapped in silk, your lips painted cock-sucking red while you begged to be called “she.”

My hand slipped into my panties and I rubbed my swollen clit in slow circles as the Algorithm showed me step-by-step plans—laser hair removal, estrogen creams, chastity cages with pretty bows, butt plugs shaped like hearts.I came once just reading, moaning your new name out loud. “Mia… my pretty little sissy wife.” The word felt so right my pussy clenched again. I kept going, ordering everything that night: pink chastity cage, lacy lingerie sets in your size, makeup kits, even a beginner hormone consultation link the Algorithm suggested.

My nipples were aching, breasts heavy with arousal as I imagined shaving your body myself, oiling your skin until it glowed, tucking that useless little micropenis between your legs so it looked like a perfect pussy mound.When you came home I was waiting in the bedroom, laptop open to my new Algorithm branch titled “Sissy Transformation Protocol.”

I was already wet, fingers lazily circling my clit under my robe. “I saw everything,” I purred, voice thick with lust. “All those sessions where you begged the Algorithm to turn you into a girl. Your tiny dick, your desire to be soft and used and pretty. It made me so fucking wet I started my own journey.”I stood up and let the robe fall, revealing the strap-on harness I’d already buckled on—small enough for your new role but with a realistic pink dildo. “Come here, princess.”

You hesitated, but your little dick was already trying to harden. I laughed softly and pulled you close, kissing you deep while my hand cupped your pathetic package. “So small… perfect for a girl. We’re going to make you beautiful, baby. Shave every inch of you tomorrow. Tuck this tiny clitty away in pretty panties. Start you on creams that will make your skin glow and your nipples sensitive.”I pushed you onto the bed and straddled your face, grinding my dripping pussy against your mouth while I kept talking. “The Algorithm showed me how hot it is to feminize you. I’m obsessed now. I want to see you in thigh-highs, garters framing that locked little clitty. I want to do your makeup, paint your lips, then watch you suck a real cock while I finger my wet cunt and call you my good girl.”

My hips rolled faster. I was so turned on by the feminine vision of you—soft curves, long lashes, that helpless little bulge in panties—that I came hard, flooding your tongue while I moaned, “Good girl… such a pretty little sissy for Mommy.” When I recovered I made you strip and kneel while I showed you the shopping cart: panties, bras, a wig, heels, even a plug with a fluffy tail.

“Every night we’re going to train you,” I whispered, sliding the plug against your tight hole while I stroked your micro-dick with two fingers. “You’ll edge this useless clitty in chastity while I read you the Algorithm’s new chapters. You’ll learn to walk, talk, and cum like a girl. And when you’re ready… I’m going to fuck you with a big strap-on while you wear the prettiest dress and thank me for making you mine.”

I came again just describing it, then made you lick me clean while I scrolled through more feminization tips. By morning I’d already scheduled your first waxing appointment. The Algorithm had unlocked something feral in me—the pure, dripping arousal of turning my husband into the prettiest, most obedient sissy girl imaginable. And I was never going back.