The Evolution of a Sissy
It is funny how life can often change unexpectedly and make you wonder how that happened. For instance, take this sissy named Kelly. In his mid-twenties and to the outside world, just a typical man going to work each day, football matches, going out drinking with friends and attempting to date women, even if 99% of the time failing at that.
Like many today, he has a secret, that being when getting over horny, his weak-will takes over his brain and will often end up in a night of sexual lust by himself. I know, nothing out of the ordinary. Still, this lad usually ends up wearing the pair of very well worn customized "By the previous owners" panties he bought from an online Dominatrix. Within seconds of sliding the female scented and stained pink satin up his legs, he is rock hard and making a small tent out of the panties. So begins the regular ritual like so many other Fridays nights before. Endless hours scrolling through Femdom and crossdressing porn beating on his nub of skin and edging his 4-inches till the inevitable happens and a teaspoon worth of watery cum sprays over his belly. Like a typical sissy, when the sexual pleasure has been satisfied, and the guilt about what he has done hits him, he vanishes again, only to creep back at a later date when horny and the need to have his perverted sexual drug lust satisfied once more.
Like so many other sexually repressed and frustrated beta sissies, he starts looking at interracial porn, at first, just enjoying the hetero scenes of two hetero people having sex and not thinking past the sex scene itself. Not long after delving into interracial porn, though, his sissy beta mind starts craving the attention, but not to be the well hung black stallions in these videos pleasuring the hot slutty women like wild sex-starved animals. No, he wants to be like the girls on screen. He wants those heavy, dark, powerful meat rods and the heavy muscle-bound weight of the superior God like human specimens behind each one to be dominating his slim, smooth, weedy body and making him into a real sissy girl. Being 100% straight, he shrugs off those conflicting thoughts and puts it down to simple lust and getting too caught up in the moment of sexual ecstasy. After all, dressing up in kinky girls' clothing and edging his noodle is just some casual kinky fun from time to time.
Fast forward a few months, and the images of those young, well-endowed ebony Adonises won't leave his sexually inadequate mind. He starts waking up most days horny and humping his damp mushroom sized noodle into a pillow or the bedsheets. Those coal-black African Gods have been invading his dreams again. Thoughts of them capturing him, overpowering and beating his pearly white backside relentlessly until he stops fighting the truth about what he was born to be and accept his new position in life, that being a sissified sex object and servile slave.
Once again, fast forward a few more months, and the sissy has evolved further with his deviant sexual perversions and sissy slave obsession. He is now trying to suit better the image and roll he wants to be like in his fantasies and dreams. Getting home from work one Friday afternoon, he sees the parcels he has been waiting weeks for has finally arrived. Seeing those boxes sat on the floor of the communal hallway had him nearly stripping off there and then to dress and pleasure his urges. In his daydream stood out in the bright sunlit hallway, reality hits him when his neighbour walks into the hallway to say hi and makes sure he has all the parcels that she brought in for him earlier. Fuckkkk, that was a shock hearing her voice and breaking him out of his lusty daydream. If only she knew what was in those boxes just feet away from her high heel boots, boots he was now unconsciously staring at and now adding them and her to his never-ending list of creepy perversions. After a slightly awkward moment of silence and a turning red-faced at feeling caught in the act of doing wrong like a naughty boy, he scuttles past her saying hi and giving a thank you whilst taking the objects of his desires into his sanctuary of sexual sins. Finally, inside the apartment, he can breathe and relax again. Two days of no outside interference till work on Monday.
He had been nervous at ordering these items online. At first, he was worried they would arrive in packaging that anyone seeing would know where they came from and what was inside. Emailing the company assured that they would come in plain packaging given their clienteles nature. Thankfully they did. He was also reluctant at first to spend nearly £1000.00 on kinky fetishwear, but figuring out he could afford it, I mean he is single with no dependents and little outgoing or social life, isn't money earned to spend on the things we want? He figured he might as well start his new secret adventure with quality stuff instead of some cheap tat that will fall apart after a month. He ordered his new clothing from a well-known fetish website even though he would have to pay a premium for their brand-name. So, after months of browsing the endless amounts of sissy fetish clothing and accessories online whilst edging himself, the day was finally here to try them on.
Finally, on with showering and shaving all over and applying hair removal cream, a regular task to do these days since discovering the sensation of smooth legs and balls along with all the areas below his eyelashes was an electrifying sensational feeling 24/7 under his clothing. Being smooth all over made him feel like a walking sex-pot, and he loved the erotic thrill of going about regular life surrounded by people who did not know his kinky secret under his suit. One hour later, with a dry body, the moment had arrived. He has butterflies in his stomach at the thought of dressing in these clothes. His nub of skin is rock hard at the anticipation of dressing up for the first time in his life. This moment beats any second-hand panties bought off the internet. Wearing only a pair of panties was for novices, unlike this ever-evolving sex puppet and wannabe sissy slave. All he wants to do now is take his Tic-tac like penis between his thumb and finger and enjoy this moment, but he has to calm himself; otherwise, he will be disappointed he let the sexual excitement ruin his fantasy too early. Calming down with a cold drink, he remembers what those other sissies online told him, get a piece of string around a foot long and tie it securely to the zip hoop on the back of the dress; otherwise, you will never pull the zip entirely up the back on your own. Then there is the talcum powder to sprinkle inside the dress to help it slip on over the skin. One last thing is to fill two water bomb type balloons with warm water to act as breasts until you advance a bit more and buy the expensive fake breast forms.
OMG, here goes, WOW, the sensation of the cold rubber dress sliding up the legs is fantastic. The feeling is like static electric all over the silky soft girlish legs, then the additional thrill of it going over the hips and up over the shoulders so his arms can go through the tight rubber puffy sleeves. The moment of truth, reaching over the back to flick the piece of string over the shoulder so that you can pull up the back zip. WOW, what a sensation tight rubber has on a sissies mind and body. It clings like a second skin across your chest and almost makes you feel naked. The sensation of the flared skirt and petticoat below are intense. Walking around with the flared rubber pleats swishing about as you walk around makes things down below swell again, not that you can see any swelling because of the fullness of the frilly layered tutu petticoat.
Feeling light-headed, you carry on with the dressing. Lifting the front of the dress, you carefully place the two warm water-filled balloons next to your hairless and weak looking boyish chest. WOW, another massive subspace hit as the fake breasts make the dress feel even tighter as the weight of them tugs on the tight rubber dress. Next, you put on some thin socks and slip your feet into the knee boots and zip them up, feeling the tight constriction on the calf muscles, another WOW moment as you now start to feel very different, the man you was just an hour ago walking in from work feels like a total stranger to you. My kinky desires have now taken over completely, and I can now only think sissy-like. My regular male self is now gone for the time being. There is just the black-cock-hungry, masochistic, nymphomaniac, sexually repressed, sissified rubber freak lost in my sissy fantasy lust in this apartment.
Not yet entirely dressed, and after another strong cold drink to calm myself down, I tie the rubber apron around my waist and make it into a bow at the back. Next is a 4-inch wide leather posture collar with metal rings around it. It's a struggle, but I manage to click-shut the small padlock on the back of it that makes sure the collar does not come off so quickly. The final piece of my outfit, "For now," is a reddish-brown wig that I comb out and stretch over my already gelled down hair.
It is hard and pretty much impossible to explain the way a sissy feels at this moment. To some people, I must look like a complete freak and clown to mock, but in my mind, at this moment in time, I feel more sexually charged and turned on than I ever have been before by seeing a somewhat feminine version of myself looking back at me in the mirror.
Admiring my sexy rubber uniformed reflection, I already know this lifestyle is for me, if only for weekends.
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