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This is me. This is my perfect fantasy.              
              
I arrived at the couples house timidly, although my heart rate increased with my anticipation. I had been told they could help me with my deepest raw desires, desires to become a sissy. I had always wanted to be a sissy, to feel femininity and experience being a girly girl but I didn't have the confidence or the skills to do it alone. The couple reassured me that they would help me every step of the way, and so, here I was, ready to take the first step.              
              
I stood nervously at the couple's door, scared of the anticipation of what could come next. I was a tall, hairy and a bit overweight, hardly what you would picture when you think of a sissy. I wanted to find a way to connect with my feminine energy and break free from any feeling of needing to use my penis in order to explore my sexuality. I wanted to open myself up to the pleasures of my mouth, booty and other areas that many shy away from. I was looking forward to my transformation into a sissy, hoping it would shift my mindset towards sensuality and pleasure. While open, I am a man of a certain age, an no doubt certain baggage is still in my head. As a man, I like women but I wanted to be a woman to pleasure men. I needed a Daddy to fuck any embedded homophobia out of me.              
              
The couple greeted the man warmly and he felt their warmth seep into his heart. He was grateful for their kindness, feeling a surge of hope that they could see the woman he wanted to be and not the man he had always been. Their ages were clearly seen in their eyes, vibrant yet glistening with the wisdom of experience. He took comfort in knowing that whatever happened next he would be in capable hands.              
              
              
The couple who had invited him over was a striking contrast. He was balding, with a potbelly and a stern, authoritative demeanor. She, on the other hand, was curvy, with a short, stylish haircut and a warm smile, inviting charm. He could tell their relationship would be an interesting one, even though his own agenda was to submit to them.              
              
We go into their modest house. They direct me to the lounge room where they had alchole was waiting. I needed some. I had a few. My master asked me to get naked. I did. The wife brings in a              
              
When the couple took off my clothes and revealed the dress that awaited him, his heart raced. I feel both excited and scared, feeling exposed in front of the dominant couple and unsure what was to come next. I nervously stood there in the middle of the room, waiting for their verdict. He waited with bated breath, not wanting to displease them, but also completely out of his element. The wife takes my clothes to a different room and tells me I'll get them back when they're down with me. She directs me into their bedroom.              
              
The wife starts by brushing my hair, primping and curling it until it frames my face and adorns my head like a delicate crown. I feel my cheeks heat up as I'm given glass after glass of alcoholic drinks and I sink farther into my bubbly, dizzying haze. The husband, naked and powerfully built from a sedentary lifestyle, begins to stroke himself as I watch in a state of both unease and awe. His round, sagging belly adds an alluring softness to his masculine stature, and I can't help but quiver as I imagine what it would feel like to rest my head on its comforting cushion. My sissy ass twinges with delight as my transformation begins.              
              
I'm shaking with anticipation and a force of energy is surging within me. I don't know what I'm about to become, but I'm completely certain that today marks of the start of my transformation. My heart pounds as I scan through my reflection looking for traces of the old me, the man I had become resigned to just being. I can feel the wheels of change beginning to turn, slowly and steadily preparing me for a new identity. My inner most desires have been held in check for too long and now I am finally ready to be released. The woman who I have admire from afar for so many years is about to show me the wonders that I am able to become.              
              
I stand naked in front of the mirror, mesmerized by my own reflection. My body is full of excitement as my erection proudly stands tall, and my face is adorned with a full face of makeup. This transformation is nearly complete, but I'm not quite there yet. Many parts of my body are still covered in thick, coarse hair, so much so that I feel too overwhelmed to consider shaving it all off. It would be like an unending nightmare of razor cuts, so I admit defeat for now.              
              
The wife brought out a body stocking that was nearly transparent, allowing my body to be seen but obscuring the hair from view. Attached to the bodystocking were straps that fit around my newly discovered clit, hold it securely in place and giving it a delightful stimulation every time I took a step. The thought of being transformed into a sissy filled me with both anticipation and terror.              
              
              
The wife carefully placed a breast plate and body stocking in front of me. As I looked over the items my heart raced, I could feel myself becoming aroused at the thought of slightly androgynous transformation. I stared deeply into the wife's eyes, she seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was and that was even more thrilling. The sight of me still looking slightly manly was truly a turn-on, a mix of femininity and masculinity that created a uniquely trashy and risqué feeling. She tend puts the dress on me, but I have a feeling, it won't be on for long.              
              
              
The wife led me back out to the lounge room, her hand ever-so-lightly brushes against my shoulder as she guides me with her delicate touch. She proudly presented me to Daddy, introducing me as “Little Girl”, and I instantly felt the blush of embarrassment and delight in my cheeks. Daddy had a glint in his eyes as he stared at me, studying my transformation with immense admiration and intrigue. He motioned me to kneel by his feet, and as I complied, my heart raced with anticipation of what was yet to come. Daddy’s voice seemed to linger ever so sweetly as he articulated my new name and commanded my obedience. Not being allowed to speak nearly threw me off balance as I desperately tried to comprehend each nuanced direction. I was determined to please him and was rewarded with the occasional “good girl” or pat on the head— each gave me a thrill of pride and pleasure for having done a task well done. Daddy looked on me with a stern yet loving gaze, referring to me often as “Little Girl”, and I felt my heart flutter in response. I can't believe how fast, I'm submitted to them, and how much I love it.              
              
The Daddy was firm and in control, but also gentle and kind. His commands turned the sissy into putty in his hands. Even though the sissy was scared and nervous, they couldn't resist his orders. Taking the Daddy's cock into their mouth, the sissy relished in the pleasant warmth, the taste of salt and the sensation that came with each deep, gentle thrust. The sissy ran their fingernails all over his body, tracing his contours and exploring his chest and arms with no objection. They were both in their own version of paradise, the sissy completely overcome by the pleasurable experience and the Daddy pleased by the sissy’s submission and obedience. Nothing else mattered, and all that mattered was this moment - being lost in each other’s embrace and pleasure.              
              
              
She felt daddy's cock throbbing in his mouth, as she closed her eyes to savor every sensation. He had never felt so alive and free before and began to understand what his true purpose in life was. He felt the transfer of energy from their bodies, which seemed to fill him up with pleasure and desire. In that moment the sissy was transformed forever, knowing that he would be forever indebted to this couple who had shared the secrets of life and love with him. He left their house a new person, a sissy who embraced his new identity and thrilled in the chance to explore it further.              
              
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