What does a sissy want?

What
does a sissy WANT????

Sissies want to be dressed up, trussed
up, girlied up. They love frilly knickers, silky petticoats, lacy panties.
Pretty little frocks with lots of bows and lace. Some sissies like
the baby girl look: ankle socks with Mary Jane shoes. A pretty little
bow in the hair adds the final touch to the little girl image. Some
like to look slutty: short dirty skirts, thigh high stockings, 6 inch
heels.

My ultimate fantasy is….

My ultimate fantasy is having the house to myself for a week, with
all male clothes, trousers etc. locked away, not being able to get
at them, and the only person that has the key is a beautiful 30 year
old blonde across town.

I’m left with only very short skirts and revealing tops, but no nylons(which
means i have to shave my legs), just panties, skirts and tops. The
only shoes i have are open toed, and before going, the lady made me
paint my toenails and finger nails, after adding nail extensions, then
also locked the remover away. She leaves me with my cock in a chastity
belt so i can’t relieve my self all week, but she does leave me her
dildo and vibrator to use. This leaves me having to make my self into
the most convincing girl/ slut i can to get across town by Friday to
get the key back and transform before my house mates get back, but
eventually, after making my self up and having fun all week, i get
there to find she has another task : she makes me suck a cock before
she will allow me to have the key back.

My ultimate fantasy is….

My wife is transferred to a very nice suburban town for her
job. I leave my job and search for another place to work. Meanwhile, I  stay  at home and look
after the house.

We are gifted cases of liqueur used to make the drinks we’ve been
enjoying. The pink stuff is great. After returning home I decide to
cook for a change and we decide to spend the evening just relaxing.
More drinks follow and soon my wife is trying to seduce me to the bedroom.
She succeeds and I’m delighted to let her take the lead. It just seems
right. As the night progresses our pleasure and abandon increases as
our gender roles and inclinations reverse. I fall asleep dressed
in a baby doll and matching panties, all made up in Slut Red lipstick
and thick black mascara (Maybelline Thick Lash)

When I awaken she has left for work, a drink clears my head and I
dress for the day. It is not until I’ve gone downstairs that I realize
I’m in a skirt and top and am adjusting my make-up in the hall mirror.
I go back upstairs to correct the situation but my old clothes are
just not right somehow. I set to cleaning and arranging the house.
Mid morning my doorbell rings and without a thought to my attire I
answer. It is the lady from next door welcoming me to the neighbourhood.
She is a petite and very buxom blond. She’s very friendly an I soon
accept an invitation to her house for lunch. We chat and wile the afternoon
away sipping on pink drinks. She teases me about my love for the drink
and lets me in on the neighbourhood secret. All the women are in the
area are totally addicted to the pink. It has the property of transforming
anyone who consumes it into a gorgeous and very sexy girl. She shows
me a before picture of herself and on one level I just don’t believe
that the young man could possibly be the same person I see before me.
On another level I now know more of what my future holds. I know she
will be my best girl friend. Girl talk leads to a make over and clothing
advice. When I return home to make dinner I’m considerably more glamorous
than when I went out. We agree to meet tomorrow after my appointment.

My wife returns home, looking very handsome and acting quite manly.
There are some new sex toys and we are soon testing them out. Tonight
my feminine reactions are no game but a new reality.

In the morning I go for my medical at the local clinic. I’m greeted
as Mrs. and led to the examination room. After a brief examination
- I’m given strategically located shots. Quickly I find I’m overwhelmed
with waves of feminine pleasure and a distinct sense that my mind is
now female. I can’t really talk or move. After a while a second nurse
enters telling me I need shots, more, stronger effects. Then later
the same thing happens again , then again and again. I drift away knowing
there is no way back and loving it. I leave the doctors office in a
bimbo haze, meet my friend and spend the afternoon in the salon and
shopping.

In a few short days another visit to the doctor and many more pink
drinks, I’m one of the girls. I’ve got to prepare dinner now because
I know as soon as my husband comes in the door he will take me on the
table and I don’t want it to burn while I’m distracted. I’m distracted
quite often these days.

WHAT IS YOUR ULTIMATE FANTASY?