Thursday, November 21, 2013

A Sissy's Penance:

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!" Eric pleaded, jumping up and down and stomping his feet. "Please don't make me do this!"

"It's far too late for all that." His mom said calmly.

"I'm sorrrrry."

"No use apologizing now. Your sister will be home shortly and she'll help you get ready. In the meantime, I suggest you pull yourself together, go into the bathroom and get cleaned up." She turned and left him alone.

Eric had been caught in his sister Angela's room again.

"THIS ISN'T FAIR!" He screamed down the hall after his mother. Slamming the door as hard as he could. He was in the midst of a sissy temper tantrum.

He knew the punishment. There was no getting out of it this time.

As promised, Angela arrived shortly after and was delighted to hear the news. She grabbed her phone and made the calls.

"He's all yours." Their mother said.

With a maniacal smirk on her face, Angela came into the bathroom and started the tub.

Erin was still wearing his sister's blue panties, t-shirt, and white denim jacket. By now the anger was used up and he just sat and cried.

Sniffling and blurry eyed, "Please, Angie. Don't make me do this."

She smiled without empathy and handed him a pink razor.

Eric wiped his eyes and got into the bath. He shaved his privates as instructed. Then he shaved his legs and armpits.

Angela had used a lavender perfumed soap and she had in her excitement already begun working on his make-up.

"Turn and face me." She said.

Eric looked down at the water. He was miserable.

"Erica!" she said sternly.

He turned to look at his older sister.

"Oh my gosh! You look so pretty!" She squealed.

"I'm gonna get you back for this." He said quietly.

Her mood shifted suddenly, "Oh I seriously doubt that. After tonight, you're going to be my little bitch. Forever."

Eric knew she was right. He got out of the tub and Angela handed him a towel.

"Get dried off, your dress is laying out in the other room."


He didn't have to see the outfit to know what he'd be wearing. Angela had threatened this exact thing so many times, he could see it in his mind.


The the black heels, the pink lace g-string, the black bra and matching nailpolish. And finally, the black short-sleeved dress.


First, she made Eric put on the lace panty-thong.

The material fit so loosely he knew if he couldn't keep his cool, the fabric of the dress wouldn't do much to conceal his identity.

He tried to compose himself but as his sister's panties grazed his thighs on the way up, he became hard immediately.

There was nothing to tuck into, the underwear was practically non-existent.

Angela could see the horror on his face.

"Please, Angie, please." He whimpered.

But 'Angie' just threw the bra across the room to her little helpless sissy brother.

He put it on like a good girl but struggled with the clasps.

"Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it soon. There's plenty of time to practice."

He couldn't bear to think about having to do this every day.



Next, Angela made him slip into the black dress.

"We should get a move on it, I told them to meet us at six." Angela reminded him, "You know, it's kinda too bad you're so worried about this whole thing. The girls are gonna' love you! I promise."

At the mention of 'the girls' Eric's heart sank into his chest.

Eric put the dress on and as his sister handed him his purse, he put on the heels.

His sister inspected her creation.

"Adorable!" she said, "I still can't believe you're mine to keep!!!"

She grabbed Eric by the wrist and led him out of the room.

In the kitchen, their mother was reading a magazine and at the appearance of the children she stopped and looked up.

"Oh sweetie! You look so precious." She then proceeded to give Angela the keys to the car and her credit card. "Don't stay out too late."

"Yes, mom." They both said in unison.

As they were leaving Eric's mother called out to them, "Shop till you drop girls!"

Angela drove them straight to the mall. Eric sat very low in the seat.

"Relax, would ya!?!" His sister teased, "You're probably just anxious because that dress doesn't fit quite well enough. I gotta' admit, baby bro, you're definitely a petite."

Eric tugged at the bottom of the dress that had ridden up when he sat down. "How could she possibly make me wear something smaller than this?" he thought.


When they arrived, Angela's friends still weren't there yet. "Well, no sense waiting in the car, come on sis." They walked into the courtyard and Angela sat on the grass.

Eric stood awkwardly near her.

"Well, aren't you gonna sit down?" She asked him.

A breeze blew past and Eric struggled to keep the hem of his skirt down.

"Sit down silly!"

Eric stayed standing, battling the wind.

"Oh! I forgot, you probably don't know how to sit in that dress!" She laughed aloud, "Well, sissy brother lesson 101..."

She was just about to explain when in the distance she saw her friends.

Angela sprang to her feet, "OVER HERE GIRLS!" She yelled across the square.

Eric looked to where she was yelling. The mall was crowded and many people turned to see who had been yelling so loudly. Eric felt his cheeks go flush with the newly drawn attention. He was still standing on the sidewalk, near the road. He thought about running.

Then he saw 'the girls', all 7 of them. They were loud and brought that same boisterous attention he had feared. Everyone in the courtyard was aware of the group.

They waved at Angela and he could tell they were trying to figure out who she'd brought along with her to go shopping.

Angela saw their confused looks and went to remedy the situation.

"I BROUGHT MY LITTLE BROTHER WITH ME!" She screamed as loud as she could. Then to further Eric's humiliation, she pointed at him.

The girls made a big scene. "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" They yelled, pointing and laughing and cheering. "I CAN'T BELIEVE HE LET YOU DRESS HIM UP!"

Angela laughed along with them before saying, "AND LOOK AT THIS! IT GETS BETTER!" In one quick motion she pulled the front of Eric's dress up to show off his little pink lace panties.

Eric recovered as fast as he could, grabbing the dress, but it was too late.

The girls were upon them, "HAHAHA! WHAT A SISSY!"



Eric glared at his sister, "I will never forgive you for this." 










THE END.












ONE SHOTS: (vol. 3):


ONE SHOTS(vol. 3)




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"Do you really think I look cute with make-up on?" Ryan asked the girls.





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To teach John a lesson for always wearing such sexist slogans and brands to school, the girls invited him to help with a photoshoot for their school project. 
Maybe this would finally get him to stop wearing that Playboy t-shirt.







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Michael heard the car door. His stomach dropped as he looked out the window to the driveway. This was it.
He had invited his girlfriend over to show her his 'new' outfit.






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By New Years, he was still living at Jess' apartment and always on his very best behavior.  At the party, however, true to form, Jacob got very drunk.
Still unable to walk in his heels, he spent most of the night on the floor.






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"ARRGGHH!!! I'm gonna kill you!" James screamed at his sister.
She had lured him out wearing her pink frilly bikini through blackmail but had taken it too far when she had invited a group of boys to come hang out around their backyard pool.






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Rick made a break for it when his sister and her friends weren't looking.
They had caught him spying on their sleepover and had forced him into a lace panty thong and pink sweatpants. He jumped up on the table to get to the window.
But he wasn't quick enough, they saw him trying to escape. They grabbed him and threw him on the bed. His sister pulled his sweatpants down and spanked him in front of the rest of the laughing sleepover girls.






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Tiffany was in shock.
She had walked into the room to see her boyfriend trying to hide from her under the sheets. He was wearing her black panties and a nightie.






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Bret was all smiles. He was baby sitting for his next-door neighbors. After he had put the kids to sleep he raided Mrs. Miller's closet. Little did he know that 12 year old Molly was watching from the hallway. 













THE END.













Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Jackie + Coke (Part III):

Jacob awoke the next morning to the sound of the three girls talking in the other room.

He had a terrible headache but was fully sober.


Looking beneath the covers at his fully feminized body, his stomach dropped and he could only remember fragments of everything that had happened after the party.

As fast as he could in his hungover state, Jacob jumped out of bed and stripped off the panties and t-shirt he had worn to bed.

He scoured the room in search of the clothing he had worn to the party.

"Where are my clothes!?" He thought in desperation.

And while searching the room he heard Jess' voice which was now all too familiar from the previous night events.

"Well, good morning, sweet girl!"

Jacob turned and saw Jess in the doorway.

Since he was no longer drunk, the full weight of the humiliation from last night was upon him.
Jess' eyes looked up and down him body, "Are you looking for your clothes?"

Jacob knodded, yes.

"I threw them out, silly. The way you were acting last night, you obviously didn't need them anymore."

The two other's appeared in the hall and walked into the room. Still giggling about their sissy dress-up doll.


"Well, well, well, look who's finally awake." Claire said.

"I guess we should find something for him to wear today." Said Ashley, looking directly at Jacob.

"Please," Jacob pleaded, "I just want to go home."
"Okay, little girl." Jess said to the delight of the other two girls. "Let's find you something to wear for the walk home."

"But then everyone will see me in girl's clothes!" He protested.

"Well, then, you'll just have to stay here and be our little princess doll forever." Jess joked.

Jacob sat on the floor and balled up. He was on the verge of crying like he had the night before.

The girls decided what to do with their toy.

"Well, it's true, we can't keep him forever."

"But I at least want to have a little more fun."

"I know what we can do to him!"

And then they began to whisper.

A little later after finalizing their play, the girls turned to Jacob who was on the floor. He looked up at them, worried at their new hidden plans for him.

"We'll disguise you." Said Jess.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, so no one knows it's you." She continued.

Before Jacob could accept their offer, Jess turned at grabbed a pair of panties and bent down to put them on him.

Jacob knew from experience that it was useless to resist her.

"What a good little girl you are. Not even putting up a fight." She commended him.

She slid the pink cotton panties over his feet and up his leg, all the while, the other two girls just watched.

"Okay, now you've messed your make-up so I want you to go into the bathroom and fix yourself up real nice. We've got to make you convincing as a girl, so you can get home without anyone recognizing you."

Jacob got up and went into the bathroom.

There before him was all the cosmetics that had been used throughout the course of the night on him.

He did as he'd been instructed.


As he was putting on a new fresh layer of make-up, he felt the stirring that he had felt last night.

He couldn't believe it. Even now, sober, he was turned on by wearing Jess' panties.

He finished putting on the make-up as quickly as he could.



In the bedroom, the girls had left and so he began to put together an outfit for himself.

He slipped into a pink sweater and began looking for something to wear with it.

The girls came back into the room and he turned to get their opinion of his make-up job.






"What do you think?" Jacob said, striking a pose.

Claire, Ashley, and Jess all started to laugh when they saw how feminine his gesture was.

"You do look cute." Jess admitted, "But see if you can find something more 'girly' to wear."

Jacob said he would try.

"We'll be in the kitchen, when your ready to try again."

Jacob searched until he found an outfit he thought the girl's would approve of.

He put on a grey dress with lace shoulders and found matching lace panties.

Confident in his choice, he walked proudly into the kitchen to show off his outfit.

The girls were waiting for him just as they said they would be.

"Go ahead, spin for us. Show us what you're wearing." Ashley said.

Jacob again, did as he was told and showed off the dress to the girls.

And then to their astonishment and without asking, he bent over and showed off the panties he had selected.

"Haha," Claire laughed, "very sexy. But don't you think that those pretty panties are a little too see-through?"

Jacob re-evaluated his selection.

The girls were right. Someone on the street would notice he was a boy immediately wearing this.

He had a funny, puzzled look on his face.

Jess asked if he was hungry, they were about to make breakfast.

Again, Jacob posed so femininely the girls couldn't help but be a little proud of their creation.


"Oh hunny, you're hopeless." Jess teased, "Don't worry, I'll help you find something to wear."

Jess took Jacob back into her room.

She picked out a short skirt and simple black top. "Here you go Jake, you don't have to go over the top to look good."

He put the clothes on.

"How does it feel?" She asked.

"I like it." He said with a smile.

"You should take it for a walk around the block to make sure before you go all the way home."

Jacob agreed and she handed him a coat and the keys to her apartment.

The girls called to him from the kitchen as he was leaving out the front door, "Just a walk around the block to see how it feels, ok? Don't take too long."

Jacob walked outside.

He hadn't made it but a few steps when he immediately regretted what he was wearing.

As he walked towards the street, he could feel the cold wind on his butt and between his legs.

He felt very exposed.

He could hear people talking up ahead.

Without taking another step, he turned and ran back to the front door of Jess' apartment.

Anxiously, he tried the key in the lock, but it didn't work.

He tried another key, but non of them seemed to work.

The voices were getting closer.

He banged on the door but no one came.

He could distinctly hear two men and others with them.


Desperately he tried the first key again.

"Please work, please work!" He said to himself.

The group turned the corner, the lock clicked open.

He flung himself inside, panting.

The girls appeared and asked what had happened.

"I... I can't do this." Jacob said.

"Oh, don't be so melodramatic." Jess reprimanded him.

"We've still got one plan left." Claire said, holding her mimosa.

The girl's led Jacob back into the bathroom and had him sit down on the toilet.

Then Jess pulled out from under the sink a bunch of hair-dying supplies.

"We're gonna dye my hair?" Jacob asked.

"Ya! Then no one will know it's you!" Ashley said in a tone that was so positive Jacob couldn't argue.

And so Jess and Jacob remained in the bathroom while the other two girls went to make breakfast.

"I recently used the same coloring on my hair." She told him, "We'll be like sisters!"

After they finished, Jess brought Jacob into her room and found some lingerie for him to try on.

"What's this for?" He asked.

"Come on, we both know you're not doing all this just to get home."

Jacob looked away ashamed, he knew she was right. He went into the bathroom to put on the underwear.


"Hey girls!" Jess called to the kitchen, "He's ready!"

They came immediately.

"Come out, come out wherever you are sissy." Claire said.

"Where is he?" Asked Ashley.

"Don't worry." Jess winked, "He'll be out when he's ready."

The girls waited patiently for Jacob to finish getting himself ready.

Finally, the door opened and out walked Jacob.





"So, I guess you're here to stay, huh?" Jess laughed, taking a few final pictures to send to Vicky.













THE END.