VALENTINE DAY SISSY by Throne (Patreon)

VALENTINE DAY SISSY

 by Throne

My girlfriend Becca had created this fiction in her mind that I wanted to be dominated and feminized.  She put it together from bits and pieces of my behavior.  I'll admit that I'm quiet and laid back, and that my tastes are far from macho, but I never wanted any of what she has subjected me to.  It started with her taking the lead in sex, moved on to putting me in panties, and went downhill from there.  When Valentine Day approached, she decided to do something she considered special for me.

"You look lovely, Kandy," she said.

I wished she would use my real name, which is Kent, but Becca insisted she didn't want to break the mood she had created.  What she thought looked so good was a tight red top with no sleeves, black mini shorts, with the accent on 'mini', and sandals with ankle straps and thick cork soles.  Weeks ago she had removed all of my body hair.  I'm short and slightly built, so the illusion of girliness was convincing already.  Still, she wasn't done.

"Let's make up your pretty face, K."

"I'd really rather you didn't."

"Oh, stop playing hard-to-finish.  I know you're still having some issues with bringing out the inner you, but keep in mind that I'm perfectly comfortable with who you really are."

There was no reasoning with her.  I kept telling myself that she would eventually come to her senses, but I was beginning to lose hope about that.  Taking me by the hand, she led me to her dresser.  There was an ice cream chair waiting for me.  I obediently sat myself down.  Those shorts were crushing my junk.  Why did I put up with her misguided efforts?  For one, as shy as I can be around females, she was the first serious girlfriend I'd had.  Becca took my virginity.  She's short and busty, with a prominent behind.  Those features, along with her cute face and long red hair, had me hooked.  I love the way her green eyes sparkle under low-cut bangs.  At that moment she had on a top that exposed plenty of cleavage, and slacks so tight the center seam in the rear was up between her round jutting buttocks.  Sorting through the available cosmetics, she selected several items.

"Let's put some highlights in that pretty blond hair of yours."  She ran her fingers through my locks, which fell to collar-length since she had forbidden me to get haircuts.  "How about some blue?"

"What?  No.  That's too flashy."

"Which is exactly why I'm using it."  She held up a spray can.  "You need a push to get you out of that cocoon of self-doubt."

Before I could protest further, she was brushing and combing and spraying.  There was also a holding agent I was familiar with.  The end result was that my hair was not only streaked with blue but stood out in all directions.  She leaned in to give me a peck on the cheek.  As she did it, her big breast pressed warmly against my arm.  That made my dick twitch.  When I took a deep breath, Becca sensed how I was reacting.  She licked my neck, at the same time giving my crotch a gentle squeeze.

"Kent says he doesn't like it, but Kandy says she does.  The tie score is broken by this love meter."  She gave my penis a tickle through the shorts.  "It's not huge but it's accurate."

That's another reason I don't leave her.  I'm poorly endowed where it counts and figure that would be an added problem, if I tried to hook up with someone new.

"Now," she went on, pursing her lips as she examined my face, "let me make those pretty blue eyes really pop."

I sighed.  What else could I do?  My penis had betrayed me again.  From my perspective I was just a perpetually horny 21-year-old.  To her those frequent erections were proof that I liked what she was doing and wanted more of the same.  As she applied a light foundation, I resigned myself to another evening of playing dress-up.  In the forefront of my thoughts was the special surprise she had thought up for the holiday.  I was imagining something new in bed.  Maybe she would take a less dominant role.  Instead of me using my mouth on her, which was increasingly the norm, our roles might be reversed.  That had never happened yet, but there's always a first time.  She had also gotten into the habit of enjoying multiple orgasms, triggered by my lips and tongue, but not finishing me by any method.  I'll admit that it had initially been fun to be kept needing it, which intensified the time between dates at first.  But soon my frustration took over, and all I could think of was how unbalanced our sex life had become, with lots of climaxes for her an almost no ejaculations for me.  Becca's rationalization was that being kept chaste, for up to a week at a time, appealed to my submissive side.

After the foundation came eye make-up.  There was pale blue shade on my lids, and heavy dark liner.  That was followed by two sets of artificial lashes.  She brushed some blush onto my cheeks and then applied shadow to give the appearance of stronger cheekbones.  There were also a few strokes of the same under my lower lip, to lend it a pouty aspect.  Like a painter obsessing over details on their canvas, she outlined my lips and then filled them in with glossy scarlet lipstick.  When she held her hand mirror up, I saw a stranger reflected back at me, a sexy girl who could be taken for a bit of a slut.

"Okay," she said, pleased with the transformation she had wrought.  "Get up, Kandy, so I can see the combined effect of everything.  Move around for me.  Remember all the body language I taught you."  She gave my ear a playful pinch, perhaps to hint at delights yet to come, if I did as she wished.

I rose gracefully from the chair.  Making sure to keep my hips loose and rolling, I crossed the room, hands held out slightly to the sides and wrists limp.  My chin was slightly elevated, and my eyes were half-lidded.  I turned and started back toward her, putting my hands on my chest as if I had modest breasts and was teasingly covering them as they pressed out against the top.  I licked my mouth and tasted lipstick.  As much as I didn't like the way I was expected to look and move, I did take a strange pride in doing it well.  After all, impressing Becca was important to me.

She clapped her hands, like a little girl at her birthday party.  Of course, her heavy breasts eliminated that illusion.  She came closer and hugged me, her big bust pressing into my undeveloped chest.  Becca delivered an air kiss, the kind she sometimes employed to avoid messing up the work she'd done on my face.

"You look so naughty," she enthused.  "How about one of our lezzies make-out sessions?"

I had mixed feelings about those.  As much as I didn't like taking the role of her female lover, I had no objections to playing with her boobs and fondling her all over.  Whenever it was time for me to go down on her, I wasn't thrilled.  Odd as it may seem for me to say it, that made me feel more unmanly than all the feminizing did.  Worse, her lack of reciprocation was hard to take.  Even so, for the reasons I've already stated, I went along with everything.

This time she surprised me by only wanting to cuddle and feel up each other.  She practiced a type of regulated kissing, with her tongue in my mouth but me not permitted to give back the same.  When she did that, it honestly did seem like I was her accepting girlfriend.  Much as I didn't want to be that person, there was a curious attraction to it.  While I was handling her jugs through the thin material of her top, my fingers on bare skin, palms on fabric, she began talking in a low seductive way.

"I'm so excited about the treat I have for you, Kandy.  After doing lots of research on guys like you, who want to be turned into sissies, it gave me a wonderful idea."

That 'S' word didn't appeal to me.  It had too many connotations of guys with guys, which absolutely wasn't on the spectrum of what worked for my libido.  Her hand snuck down to lightly stroke my stiff pecker through the tiny shorts, which were so small that the lower portions of my butt cheeks were left uncovered.  Thank goodness she was the only one who would see me in them.  I only half heard the subsequent reassurances that I would be thrilled by what she had planned.

"And I know you still have conflicts about all this," she mentioned.  "So, if you need to act reluctant because that allows you to distance yourself from your true wants, it's all right."

I wasn't quite sure what she was referring to.  Why wouldn't I totally like what she was going to do?  There was the noise of a car pulling up in the street, followed by a firm knock on the front door of her little house.  I instantly tensed up, all over.  She slid out of bed and told me to stay right where I was.  With my nerves buzzing, I heard her open the door and speak, to be answered by a male voice.  When I looked around for my male clothes, they weren't there.   As hard as I tried to remember what she had done with them, I couldn't.  She must have subtly hidden the shirt and jeans I had arrived in.

From outside the bedroom door, in a singsong voice, she called, "Kandy, darling.  Come out and see who's here."

I went toward her voice.  It would be worse to be seen lying in bed, the way I was all done up.  Let me get this over as quickly as possible and then correct her mistake, so it would never happen again.  As I stepped out into the hall, I saw a tall guy with broad shoulders, wearing a dark T-shirt, worn jeans, and heavy shoes.  He eyed me up and down and smirked.

"You weren't kidding, Becca," he told the girl I considered mine.  "A classic sissy type."

"Remember, Jake, you agreed to be understanding."

"Oh, I am.  Hell, I can see where she'd be fun to play with, even for a dude like me.  Considering that she'd like it, everybody would come out a winner."

I was shaking in my sandals.  It struck me that I had automatically assumed a girly stance, hands modestly over the front of my shorts, eyes slightly downcast.

Becca bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.  "Turn around slowly, Kandy.  Let Jake take a good look at you."

"Yeah," he said suggestively.  "A real good look."

Unable to find my voice, I did as she said.  As I reached the halfway point, I realized that he was getting a good view of what the shorts left exposed.  Once I was facing them again, Becca pantomimed holding my hands out to the sides.  I did it, aware that it gave a clear look at how little there was filling the front of my shorts.  Instead of a bulge there was only a bump.  Comparing myself to Jake, I let my gaze drift to the same spot on him.  His superiority was apparent.

"Whoa," he said.  "Kandy's drooling over my cane."  I abruptly dropped my attention lower.  "And she's checking out what's on my feet.  Obviously, she's into what strong guys wear."

"Now, Jake," she said playfully,  putting both hands on his bicep.  "Take it slow with Kandy.  For Valentine Day I want to give her the Cheating Girlfriend Fantasy.  It's perfect for a cuckold sort like she is."

Cuckold?  As in 'a guy whose lover has sex with other men'?  That wasn't what I wanted.  But after the way she had brought me down, step by step over the weeks, and with the intimidating presence of Jake right there in the room, I was unable to respond.

Becca faced him.  Her big bust was against his bottom ribs.  She turned up her adorable face, closed her eyes, and parted her lips.  Jake knew an invitation when he saw one.  His mouth came down to lock onto hers.  They kissed passionately and I knew, without being told, that their tongues were sliding over each other.  His large hands went down her back to feel up the hemispheres of her desirable ass.  He applied pressure, his fingers sinking into the cushiony softness.  I shivered and sniffled.  When he broke off the kiss, she gave me a mischievous look.  Too stunned to do what I should have, I just stood there, my hands rubbing the tops of my thighs, which I'm sure sent the wrong message.

She whispered loudly to Jake, "See?  She's loving this."  Taking his wrists, she moved his hands to her breasts.  He was only too happy to paw them.  She sighed with genuine appreciation.  "Oh, Jake.  It's so different with you.  The way Kandy lets me push her around, and make her pretend she's my gay girlfriend, I could tell she didn't ever want to try to be a real man, like you are."

That led to another overheated kiss, which segued into them undressing each other.  I had to watch as he uncovered the curvy form that I had thought was only for me to enjoy.   His cock was even bigger than it had looked as a pants-filler.  She openly admired it.  Unlike me, with my polite hesitations, Jake was aggressively eager to get into bed with Brecca.  She responded enthusiastically, lying on her back, opening her legs, and holding up her arms.  He got on top and she embraced him.  There was a kiss that turned up the heat in that room.  He set the head of his cock against her moist pussy lips.

She turned her head in my direction and said, "Here we go, Kandy.  Making your dream come true."

Jake sent a broad wink my way.  "I guarantee it'll be even better than you hoped for."

With that assurance, he sank his considerable length into her.  She moaned loudly.  When he started a measured piston action, she began to pant.  I couldn't help seeing the difference between my limbs, denuded of hair, now smooth as a girl's, and his, not only muscular but hirsute.  Soon the mixed scents of sweat and sex reached me.  I didn't want to smell it yet found myself inhaling deeply through my nostrils.  What was happening inside my head?  The pair on the bed went at it like a couple of mating animals.  They were animated, noisy and uninhibited.  Inside my shorts, I had a hard-on so rigid that I couldn't believe it.  My whimpers backgrounded their lustful words.

"Oh, Jake.  You're incredible.  Don't slow down, lover."

"I'll only slow down to make it last longer, babe."

"You're so much better than poor Kandy ever was with her puny pecker."

"You'll never have to put up with that again.  Not while I'm around."

"Really?  You'd do that for her?"  She gasped.  "And for me?"

I couldn't look away from the spectacle of my one-time girlfriend being stolen by a big cock, incredibly good sex, and rampant machismo.  She cooed and mewled.  It went on and on.  Ultimately, the two of them finished together, whereas I had always been on the premature side.  Jake slumped over Brecca to tenderly kiss her neck.  He surprised both of us by inflicting a love bite.  She squealed happily, even though I'm sure it hurt a bit.  When he was done, she put her fingers to the spot.

"I marked you," he announced proudly.  "Now you're officially mine."

"Wow.  Kandy must be in heaven, with you taking me so manfully."  Her attention turned back to me, standing there.  "Isn't that right, sweetie bunny?"

My head was spinning.  I didn't want to like what had taken place.  Kent was 100 % against it.  But Kandy wasn't so sure.  I answered haltingly, "It was... amazing."

"That's my sissy.  Now you can drop those shorts and show us how you play with yourself.  And pull up your top so you can diddle your nipples.  But no finishing.  That's going to become a very rare event from now on."

"And after you've got your little pickle all worked up," Jake told me, "I want to introduce you to something called eating cream pie.  That might even turn into a double clean-up."

My stomach lurched.  This was terrible but I couldn't control the accelerating momentum.  I got the shorts halfway down my thighs and fiddled with my undersized penis.  With my chest bared, I teased my own nipples.  Why was I so turned on?  How much further would they take this?  What else was in my future?

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