My sissy sister

Did I really want this? That question had haunted me for weeks now. For years sissy porn had been my main masturbation fodder, and two months ago I had decided it could be more. That I could be more. I always wanted to be pretty like girls were, and had been openly bisexual for years. Why not try this? Why not be a sissy?

I signed up to an online feminization course that seemed serious, but the couple of emails per week, and the few short daily tasks didn't feel like enough progress to me. That's when I stumbled across the Sissy University. An online game that let you sign up for daily self study courses allowing you to explore different aspects of being a sissy. It seemed like a fun way to bring some structure to my exploration and not only that, it also had an active discord community.

That's where I met her. I had already started to get bored with the university, the courses starting to feel like a chore. I had hoped the interaction on discord might rekindle my interest. A person named Zola was posting in several groups begging someone, anyone, to call her a faggot. I can do that, I thought to myself.

"We are two strangers on the internet. We know next to nothing about each other. But Zola, there is one thing about you I know. One undeniable truth. You are, beyond the shadow of a doubt, A faggot. Now, I am no dominant, just another aspiring sissy. but if you want to truly hear me call you faggot, feel free to message me, and I'll open a voice chat with you"

That's how it began. Zola had responded, and her enthusiasm, her desire for humiliation, the cute way she thanked me every time I called her faggot or a more affectionate name, it all captivated me. She captivated me. That's another thing. She had sent me pictures, and while cute and slim, her body was male. Yet she was always a she to me. My cute little faggot of a sissy sister.

I told her about myself. My inexperience. How much I wanted to be with someone, and then, one day the most exiting thing happened. She asked me if I wanted to be with her. I was unsure. Her desires were different from mine, so much more . Was that how she would be with me? "Don't worry" She told me. "Come to me, surrender yourself and let me do whatever I want. I promise you won't regret this."

So here I was. In front of her door. Asking myself; do I really want this.