I'm a Sissy!

One day I woke up. Looked at my body, and thought to myself, I'd be way more sexy as a girl, I'd probably have more fun too. It's not like I'm overly girly, in fact, I'm quite masculine, girls can't have enough of me and I enjoy it. But there's this itch I can't scratch, I'm sure you know it too, a feeling of needing to be filled up and pumped full of, well you know.

It's a shitty feeling, I let my hair grow out, now it falls past my shoulders and frames my pretty porcelain features well. See, I see the girl inside, it's all in the eyes isn't it? I look at myself in the mirror and I see a desert temptress, wreathed in coral blue silks and lavender chains bejeweled with pink diamonds. But what the mirror reflects back at me is a paragon of masculinity, if not for my lusty eyes. Broad chest, strong able shoulders, corded arms, tight midsection leading down into powerful swaying hips. I'm quite proud of my hips, not because of the thrusting power inherent to their form, but the way they expand and invite when I lay down sideways at night.

I flex my massive arms, sighing while I do so. Listless, I step lightly around the confines of my room, "Hm, everything is soooo... drab." the last syllable on that drab word, drab, hangs in the air for a moment, before faltering and landing face first in my burgundy carpet. I seem to do well for myself, or so everyone constantly reminds me time and fucking time again.

Nice house, nice car, good education, good looks, dependable family. I look in the mirror and sneer.

In a fit of rage I pick up a high heeled shoe I bought, it never fit of course, I always buy sizes much too small for me. Men or women's.

And hurl that stupid, albeit, really cute white strapped heel at my mirror.

The mirror shatters down the middle, splintering bits of reflection casting out in an array of deadly pointy things. I yell and jump backwards, always have been easily startled. The shards shimmer with the full moon, which I finally notice at 11:35 pm. I make note to always appreciate the moon, not enough people do so in my humble opinion.

I digress, however, as more of a gut reaction I kneel down and pray. I don't notice when shards of glass slide past the boundaries of my skin and let loose rivulets of blood. I wince, my lips curl back into a half knowing smile an instant after. I make a silent prayer, for me and mine, wishing, wanting, desiring, hoping, praying (redundant), fighting, struggling, despairing, for everything in the world and more, that one day. I can feel pretty.

Strut my stuff in heels and a tight red dress pretty, not the "Oh your features are so pretty for a guy" pretty. I've had just about enough of that, thank you very much.

I stay that way, entranced in my own prayer for a good minute or so. I lose track. Until slowly, sleep takes me.

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I awake to birds singing, no actually singing, none of that bullshit chirping that makes me want to fry every single avian critter on Earth.

"You're not on Earth anymore honey."

The fuck?

"Oh please don't swear sugar, it's unbecoming of you."

The voice is coming from a mirror, to the right of me, it's hugeeeee. Like fucking big okay. My head feels clear, empty almost, almost, that itch is still there. Wait, I haven't been talking this entire time.

I furrow my brow and focus my thoughts: Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"Very funny sweetheart."

"Thank you, what's your name ma'am?"

"Avana."

"Pretty."

"Ditto." I blush, like actually blush, I haven't done that shit in a while, it's her fucking voice, so soothing and warm and sultry and confident.

"As fun as our little chit chat is my dear, I think you have business to attend to." The mirror is filled with a sudden downpour of hot pink light, I can feel the intensity of the light, but also its warmth and feminine appeal. I flicker back to my old life, looking into the mirror as I do so, a streak of blue comes down the right side, reminding me of everything that lead unto this moment. I smile, throwing my arms up in the air and yelling "Goodbye motherfucker!" and blow a kiss towards my way.

"Where do I start?"

"Anywhere you want."

"So you're saying, complete control?"

"Absolutely."

I focus on the mirror, my gaze turning liquid on the surface of the reflection.

Who am I? Seeing that I've awoken next to a magical mirror and disemboweled voice of whom I presume to be a goddess, I assume I can be anything I fucking want.

Woman? Man? I ponder for a moment, a big smile stretched across my idiot face throwing my arms up against the sky once more I scream with joy. "I'm a Sissy!"

"Oh now that's a first~" the goddess chuckles and I feel her smile beaming upon me.

Man, woman, both are cool, guys are big and icky, girls bleed and feel sticky. Why not have the best of both worlds? This is my own discourse so find your own, but being a sissy, dolled up, so sexy and desirable that fooling guys into filling my ass up with hot cock is second nature? Having all the benefits of femininity, smooth skin, soft to the touch, plump lips, and long lithe body, with hips that make men turn into rabid creatures, and perky full breasts. In conjunction with the male prostate (hallelujah!) and what I refer to as my clitty well now refer to as my clitty, was kinda my cock before. The magical goddess said full control, so full control, taking all those qualities and wrapping them up in a sissy package makes me let loose a low laugh. Why not just turn into a full woman? Oh poor thing, you'd never understand a sissy's mind.

I'd been quite established in my previous life within the Sissy community, having built and empire of hormone altering **** and techniques. Dabbling many times in the luscious cravings of sissy life, I found, that being locked up in chastity, dolled up, and fucked by a much bigger man, was indeed the most satisfying feeling in the world to me. Something about the way my locked up cock would flail around needlessly while a thick girthy member stuffed me full of love.

Oh fuck me. For a true Sissy, every feminine aspect exists to highlight that one fact, I can be a man, but I choose to be a woman, not in body, but in mind and spirit, and I will strive to become a woman in body. And this is it, this is that chance I've been waiting to snatch up.

To finally become what I am.

Who am I?

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Cindy- Slut, slut, slut. Can't get enough of cock, high libido, high flexibility, 5'9, slender body type, B cup breasts, jet black hair, she's got that face that tells you she'd stop the show in a porno and pout that could make a king crumple and fall. (More persuasive) 8 inch cock erect, 4 inches flaccid, 2 inches in chastity. Cindy is a daddy's little girl, through and through, she can have men playing in the palm of her hand with a few swaying motions of her hips and arms. A voice like a daredevil. Has stripping skills.

Luxa- Blondes have more fun~ and Luxa has her fill of fun alright. High libido, with a penchant for pleasuring through oral means, looks like a Russian model and her body says it. High cheekbones with defined features, sharp eyes and perfect nose, topped by a gorgeous cascade of straight platinum blonde hair. 5'11, C cup breast, and bubble butt to die for. (More sex skills) 4.3 inch cock erect, 2.2 in chastity, 3 inches erect.

Miss Anse- Extremely high libido, shocking hot pink hair, stunning soft pink eyes and skin that seems to glitter. Tan olive skin, bordering on medium toasted brown, bombastic body, shorter set but not without the assets. 5'5, banging hips and ass, perfect breasts, D cup breasts that remain firm and perky. Firm shoulders but not too firm, she works out to keep her figure and it shows. Lightly muscled with a toned midsection and powerful thighs, a slight sheen of sweat always covering her body. Guys go fucking bonkers. (Can fuck bigger cocks and monsters) 3 inch cock erect, 1.5 when in chastity, 2 inches flaccid.

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All three sissy women have differing story lines, (if your Queen can find the time to write them of course :DD, if only I had a King to fund my exhortation interests in choose your own adventure stories involving sissy sluts, woe is me XD) there will be bad ends along the way, though you might want to indulge in some bad once in a while right hun? Picking one sissy sets the other two free, oh the wonderful consequences.

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