Becoming a bitch

(Skip this if you don't like boring behind the scenes stuff. Wow! Over 3000 likes and story of the week for my first story here! Thanks to everyone who has liked, bookmarked or commented. The feedback lets me know what works and what might need work. I would love for this to be the most popular story in its category, so if you like the story, "like" the story.

The story is now customizable with first name and sissy name. I will eventually go back and add these variables to older branches, but all the newer branches will have them.

Please continue to like, comment, and message me with what you enjoy about the story. Squeaky sissies get the grease and who knows, you might inspire me to expand your favorite branch or even add a whole new branch. Now back to the story...)

It's a beautiful Saturday morning. You finally have the house all to yourself as your mom and dad decided that for your Senior Year of High School that they were taking a vacation and that you were probably "mature enough" to stay home alone.

You are getting ready for your workout, a futile effort that never seems to add muscle to your soft, slender frame, or to remove the embarrassing bouncy roundness of your full ass. You decide since you have the house to yourself, you'll indulge and enjoy the feel of your tight lycra workout pants against your bare skin. You know you'll just end up just as soft and small and sweaty, but at least you'll enjoy the frustrating friction against your almost average (you measured base to tip once at full arousal and three inches is close, right?) cock.

You head downstairs and pop in your favorite workout dvd, "Bimbo Blondes and Big Cocks" and start working up a good rhthym when you hear a familiar laugh...