Sissy Sisters

Joining a sorority was a great idea. Beautiful girls, cute outfits, amazing parties, and hot guys to boot. There’s just one tiny problem for Delta Gamma Sister Kissy, the one nestled right between her luxurious thighs. A tiny, two inch clitty of a problem. No one knows of course, god forbid, Kissy passes just fine as a Sister, standing at five foot four, 120 pounds, a bubbly, toned ass, smooth long legs that look killer in heels and long dirty blonde hair that reaches down to her lower back. All topped off by a heart shaped face with green, almond shaped eyes and a pair of DSLs any girl would die to have. She looked fucking good, and she knew it, but she hadn’t found a good cock to ride ever since she joined the sisterhood. If word got out that she had a little clitty and was a sister? She’d get kicked out and lose all the wonderful perks of Greek life.

So she went to painstaking lengths to hide it, she lost track of how much tape she had used over the past semester. She lost track over how many times she had almost had a heart attack over being almost found out. The sisters weren’t very good with “personal boundaries” and Kissy was constantly under threat of being fondled in the wrong areas, or being barged into while showering in the Delta Gamma house. Every day was a war, a painstaking, panic filled, war against a rabid group of twenty or so Sisters, and everyday felt like a pyrrhic victory. As much as she loved the sorority life and spending time with her sisters, having to hide what was a part of her felt as wrong as it was stressful.

That’s why when Delta Gamma President Kelly Kells walked into her room while Kissy was changing into a skimpy little red thing of a dress, Kissy almost felt relieved. Almost. First was panic, then panic, and some more healthy does of panic. “P-p-p-president! Hi, I-” Makeup products, stockings, heels, and tape go flying all over the single person room as Kissy desperately tries to pull the dress up over her clitty and away from the eyes of her President, but it’s too late, her body was put on full display for the President. Every. Single. Bit. Kissy didn’t know what to expect, maybe screaming? Thrown objects? Insults? She was used to most of them. Instead all she got was the soft click of a door being shut. “Kissy?” Kelly was walking towards her with a soft expression on her face. Kissy nearly broke down crying.

“Kissy is this why you won’t shower with the rest of us?” The smirk on the President’s face was unmistakable as it was kind. “Oh you silly little thing.” a hug. A fucking hug. After all this time worrying about being thrown out on the street and abandoned by the one place she could call home Kissy received a warm, hot choco scented hug. This time she did break down crying, her dark mascara running over her soft dimpled cheeks. “Oh baby, don’t cry. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to. But trust me, and I repeat, TRUST me, you’re a Delta Gamma Sister through and through. I mean just look at that dress you slut.” the pres laughs, a deep joyous laugh that jumps from her stomach and bounces out past her lips.

“B-but I’m a guy.” Kissy’s voice is barely past a whisper but the emotion speaks volumes. “I’ve never seen a guy who looks as sexy as you do Kissy, and don’t you ever say that, you are our Sister. That means you’re a lady first and foremost no matter what. You’ve nothing to worry about, so chin up. Besides, don’t you know that our VP at headquarters is a trans woman?”

“She is?!” Kissy is incredulous. “See, this is why I tell everyone to do their research on the chapter, but lo and fucking behold yall never listen.” Kelly rolls her eyes so far back into the back of her skull she can see her own ass. The world blurs for a second, all that pent up frustration at herself, and the world around her comes boiling up and wisps away, Kissy realises she is loved, accepted, and cared for in more ways than she could have imagined. “Does this mean you’ll finally give into my feminine wiles~?” Kelly’s voice tumbles out in a singsong lilt, her sculpted eyebrows waggling. Kelly had been coming onto Kissy ever since she had joined the sorority, only to be rebuffed time and time again. However, Kelly was nothing if not persistent. A half sob, half giggle finds its way past the gurgled grunts of years of anxiety being released. “Take me Miss President.”

“I have just the tool for the occasion.” Kelly trots out of the room in her 5 inch bright blue heels, her ass bouncing the whole way out. She returns with a large, eight inch dildo, complete with veins and balls and slightly sticky and pliable skin. She eyes Kissy with an intense leer, if Kissy wasn’t already undressed, that leer right there would have done it. Self consciously Kissy covers her clitty with two well manicured hands. The pink paint on her nails glistening in the moonlight. “Bad girl~, no more hiding the true you, the best you.” Kelly straps on the strap on and picks up Kissy, throwing her onto the bed. She was stronger than she looked. Kelly holds Kissy down by the wrists, ensuring she is unable to hide herself, then she gulps in the sight with her eyes. Kissy was a gym rat, and it showed. A midsection so toned it could be used as paint, a round, perky ass and that cute little clitty, shaved smooth and caged up in a pink chastity cage. Not to mention that perfect, pink, little asshole of hers, just begging to be eaten out. “Ready baby?” Kelly asks. Kissy just nods. The president grabs a lube bottle from Kissy’s dresser (an essential for any Delta Gamma) and applies it to Kissy’s perfect asshole. Delighting in the way Kissy shivers and grinds her ass towards her fingers. The wet ass pussy swallowing up her lubed fingers with lusty greed. Kelly ravishes Kissy’s anus, fingering with slow deliberate motions, using her fingers to maximum effect. Twirling, scissoring, and sliding them in and out of Kissy. “Please fuck me Kelly. Please, I need it so bad.” Kissy moans needily. “Well, if you ask so nicely.” Kelly grins with glee as she slides the head of the strapon past Kissy’s tight entrance. “Mmm, take that cock you dirty little slut.” Kelly punctuates each word with a thrust of her hips, pistoning the strapon into Kissy, eliciting cries of pleasure mixed with pain from the little slut. "Do you want to be a good girl for me?" Kelly's voice is sugar coated with sprinkles on top. "Y-yes Kelly." Kissy receives a sharp smack on the cheek due to her response. She yelps and digs her fingernails into the blanket. "Call me Miss President you slut." Kelly drives her hips forward, ravaging Kissy's sissy pussy with the thick dildo.

Tiffany can feel Kelly's urge to dominate her and use her as a plaything.