Sit on her lap

You tell yourself it's the infection's fault. You never craved a cock nestled lovingly between your cheeks before this morning, but right now it's all you can think of. You can't bring yourself to look her in the eyes as you slide into her lap. You blush all over as you feel your supple skin slide against Daisy's. Her breasts press against your back and feeling how hard her nipples are make you feel an odd sense of pride for turning her on. When you feel her hard clit slide between your cheeks and drool precum against your hot hole, you can't say it exactly makes you proud, but it does make you horny.

"So, let's see, just what you got up to last night after you got so shitfaced you could barely stand." The video starts and you see Daisy dancing in that damnably tight black dress, the camera sways with her and she giggles and tempts the drunken dizzy camera person...you...

"Like what you see, Brian? Don't be so shy, I know you've been lusting after me since I 'blossomed'." She dances with surprising grace and a seductive gait. Her hands sliding up and down her body, touching herself in all the places you want to touch her...NEED to touch her. She writhes and wriggles and twists to turn you on, to turn you inside out. One second bending low to show off her barely covered breasts, the next twerking her ass to entice you closer. The camera zooms in, getting a close up of her ass gyrating in front of you, close enough to kiss...

You feel her sissy shaft throb between your cheeks and your asshole instinctively puckers as if giving it a kiss. You shift uncomfortably, suddenly not so sure about how fast things are moving, but that just makes Daisy think you are grinding against her girth, and she reciprocates by lazily teasing your nipples and groping your breasts. You try to tell her to stop, but the sensation is so powerful, like a billion tiny sparks kissing your soft flesh all over with erotic electricity, all that comes out of your mouth is moans and whimpers. You try to concentrate on the video, hoping it will help...

She's still dancing with you holding her camera phone as close as you can get to her dangerous curves as they swerve and sway before you. She turns so that instead of following her thicc ass, you are honed in on the outline of her thick cock, tenting her dress obscenely. The camera doesn't pull away, if anything, it gets closer, trailing after the shaft like a snake charmer in reverse. She notices, cooing cruelly, "Awww, is my roomie staring at my sissy stick? Go on, take a loooooong HARD look." She slowly strokes it and the camera pushes in closer...

Daisy places her plump lips next to your delicate, shell-like ears and whispers huskily, "Starting to 'cum' back to you, Brandi? Starting to remember how you got infected? I'll give you a little hint...there wasn't any doubt that there was a little sissy in you, even before you transformed." You stare at the screen, entranced and lost in the sensation of her hands sliding all over you, feeling like putty she can mold anyway she wants, her cock head pressing up against your aching asshole, but teasingly tortuously not sliding inside.

"Go on, sissy...touch it...stroke it...play with it all you like. It won't hurt you...unless you want it too." The camera comes in at a low angle, looking up Daisy lifts her skirt and pulls her sissy clit free. It is so big...so beautiful...and it fills the screen. You hand comes into frame, reaching out to wrap around her sissy shaft. Your hand starts stroking her cock...at first tentatively, then embarrassingly eagerly. The view suddenly shifts to the ceiling and you hear Daisy's musically mischievous laughter, "Hee hee. Needed both hands, eh sissy? No problem." The view changes to a drunken slobbery sissy kneeling on the floor, stroking Daisy desperately, your face flushed and your mouth agape and drooling.

"Oh fuuuuuck. I look so slutty!" You blush as you hear the words leave your mouth, but you can't really disagree with them. What point is there in being bashful at this point? You are watching a video of a sexy shemale turn you out while you grind your busty bimboi body against hers, begging with everything but words for her to fill your agonizingly empty holes. And you know the words will be coming sooner than later if she doesn't stop rubbing her mushroom head against your asshole sending terribly thrilling tingles up and down your spine.

"Go on, sissy, give it a kiss. You know you want to. Just a taste won't kill you. As long as you don't swallow my load, you could suck as-OOOH" The sissy cuts her off by wrapping his lips around her cock and his tongue follows shortly after. The camera pushes in to get the drunken desire burning in his eyes and the bright blush on his cheeks as his lips slide deeper down her shaft. His head is bobbing up and down, struggling to take as much of her girl dick as he can, but soon he's glugging and gasping for air. "Ha! I told you it was better not having a gag reflex. Well maybe if you keep sucking you won't have to worry about that anymore. Just think about how hot it would be to suck my cock every morning, and get fucked into bed every night. And in between we can go cruising for man meat dressed in outfits too trashy for porn."

For some reason, the dick drunk sissy on screen keeps nursing Daisy's dick while she drones on, until she explodes inside his mouth then all over your face. He falls to the ground moaning and mewling, and seconds later he is shrinking...shifting...changing...

"See? You were always a sissy. Now the outside just matches the inside." You watch yourself blossom into a beautiful bimboi on the big screen, watch your confused face as you feel all over your new feminine flesh, watch yourself moan and crawl back to the cock that turned you out and transformed you, watch yourself kiss it even more hungrily than before.

You want to tell her she's wrong, that you were too drunk last night to know what you were doing. You want to say that she could have told you to jump off the roof and you would have slurred 'how high?' You want to say you aren't really a sissy, not really, REALLY. Instead you whimper, "Oh God, please fuck me, Daisy."

"I thought you'd never ask. My bashful little, Brandi!" Daisy thrusts her hips as she says your sissy name and it's as if she' christening you...you'll never answer to your boi name ever again, not that you expect anyone ever to use it again. Brian isn't the name of the futa faggot on tv wrapping her breasts around a sissy shaft and sucking it like a lolly. Brian really isn't the name of the newborn bimboi bouncing on her roomie's massive meat missle like a giddy girl riding a toy horse. A toy horse with a big, fat fucking horse cock spreading your fuckhole like melting butter. Brian never had a cunt hiding in her ass, feeling like it was covered in countless xtacy coated clits as a throbbing, veiny sissy shaft plunged balls deep inside it again and again.

"God this cunt feels even better than last night! Mierda! I thought you would be mad this morning! I didn't think you would be riding my sissy sausage first thing after we woke up. Not that I'm complaining. I could use a live in fuckhole. The only question I have, is what do you want to be? My gurly gurl? My pervy pornstar? Or my sissy **** pet?" Her cock is fucking out every lingering doubt or ghost of pride you have left. You cry out, cumming and cooing your new role out to Daisy...