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My Uncle Wally’s Sissy Boy WifePenned by: Miss Deborah (Debi) Leigh JohnsonOneI did not know what I could expect, as the Greyhound pulled into thebus station. I did not know a whole lot in fact, as I was a rebelliousknow it all, fifteen year old brat.My parents were pretty good as far as parents went. I had not locked aroof over my head, or enough food on the table, but I had alwaysresented the fact that my parents were not rich enough to give meeverything that I wanted. I knew in the back of my mind that this wasa pretty immature attitude, but what the hell, it was the way Ifelt. I also did not hesitate to let my parents know how I felt, afterall, it was their fault, right? I did not ask to be born into such apoor home. If they had really wanted k**s, they should have waitedtill they had a lot more money for them, before they had any k**s.At fifteen, I had reached my last straw, though I was too thick headedto know it. Last week, the school I had been attending finally gave upon me. I was not a really bad k**, it was just that I was alwaysgetting caught at some stupid prank or another. They had expelled me,and told my parents that I was not welcome back.That was it.My mom cried all night. My dad threatened to beat the shit out ofme. I decided that I did not have to put up with it, so I just leftthe house. I was gone for two days. When I got hungry enough, I wenthome.I went home to a very solemn home indeed.Mom and dad just looked sadly at me. They told me that they had cometo the conclusion, that because of the way that I treated them, that Imust really hate them. I told them that it was stupid to say that, butthey just sadly looked at me, and told me that this is what theybelieved.They apologised for being the kind of parents that had produced a k**like me. They told me that in a last ditch effort to try and makesomething good of my life, they had asked my mom’s brother inCalifornia if he would be willing to take me in. Uncle Wally had saidyes, on the proviso that they would not criticise him for anythingthat he may do to try and redeem me.It was up to me. If I did not want to go, I could leave the houseright then, and it would be over. I would be welcomed back, if andwhen I could show that I was endeavouring to make something positivewith my life.The idea of being able to live in California was intoxicating. I didnot need to think about it. I knew already that if I was kicked out ofthe house, that I could not make it on my own. I had nearly starved inthe last two days. I figured that no matter what this uncle that I hadnever met might want to try, it would be easier to live on the streetsin California than it was to try it where I was.I agreed to go.The next morning, my mom packed my bags for me, gave me $40.00 forspending money on the way, and she said good bye to me, wishing me thevery best. She did not try to make me promise anything stupid, like toobey my uncle or something like that. I figured I was finally gettingout of prison, a prison not of my own making.The trip took two days and two nights. When we finally pulled into thebus station, I was so exhausted from trying to sleep on the bus, thatI had difficulty in keeping my eyes open.My first impression of my uncle was that he was stocky, maybe around5’8″ or 5’9″ tall. He looked like he could take care of himself. Hewas in his late forties. He towered over my 5′ 3 3/4″ 148lbs. frame. I figured that until I could figure the angles, that I hadbest try to get along with him, and his rules.I did not even notice that he did not pick up my luggage, as hegreeted me, and led me out to his convertible. It was not a musclecar, but it was a nice looking blue convertible, with white plushseats. It looked kind of new, but maybe he just took good care of it.On the way home, he told me that my mom was really worried aboutme. He told me that they had a number of telephonic conversations, andthat between my mom and dad, and him, that they had concluded thatwhat I needed in my life was a paradyne shift.The unfamiliar term perked me up, as far as it could, considering howtired I was. I asked him what he meant.He smiled at me.”Well, you see that big store over there? Well, suppose that you wasborn in that building. Suppose that as you grew up, that you graduallyexplored that whole store, learning every department that is init. That store is your whole life to that point in time. Everythingyou know is based on your experience in that store. Everything youunderstand is based on the things that you have learned in that store.Then one day, you accidentally find the front door. Suddenly, as yougo through that door, you realise that your entire understanding ofthe world, which was all focused around the inside of that store, hasto be re-evaluated, because you have discovered a world that is beyondanything that you had ever encountered before. You will have torelearn everything. You would have to learn to appreciate andunderstand things now from an entirely new perspective.Does that make any sense to you?””Yeah… I guess? What does that have to do with me.?””Well, the paradyne that you have lived in up till today is what hasmoulded and contributed to your character and personality. We all knowthat it is not the best of results. That is sort of like growing up inthat store that we were talking about. What you need is a paradyneshift. In other words, you need to go through a door, and enter adifferent world, in order to grow up and get on with your life. Thereis far more to life that you think that there is.””I think I understand?””Good. As of today, consider yourself as standing out in the parkinglot. You now have a new life to live, one that will be completelydifferent than anything that you have been used to before. Okay?””Sure, I am game for anything, I guess.””Good. Here we are. This is my house.”He pulled into a three car wide driveway. There was no garage. Thehouse looked kind of like a stucco bungalow, the kind that you mightexpect to see in a western movie or something. It did have a verylarge picture window that I liked, and I could see lots of houseplants on the inside.It still did not dawn on me, that when we left the car, my four bagsof luggage were not there.I was excited. This was not the house of a wealthy man, but it was areally nice little house. I would like living here, I was prettysure. For the first time, I was glad that my uncle was not willing tocompletely give up on me, the way that every one else in my life had.He led me into the large living room. There was a large mantle andfire place along the far wall. It looked far bigger on the inside,than it had looked from the out side. I smiled. This was more mystyle.I was drained, and was only half conscious of him taking my hand, asthough I was a little girl, and leading me into the kitchen. I sat ona bar stool at the island counter, and he poured me an orangejuice. It was the freshest orange juice that I had ever tasted.Then uncle Wally took my hand and led me into my new room. The factthat the room was obviously that of a teen aged girl registered on mymind, but I was too tired to ask if he had another room that I coulduse. I was amazed that I seemed to have suddenly lost all of mystrength.I sagged onto the bed. He smiled down at me, and he started to takeall of my clothes off. He spent a bit of time looking down at me. Hesmiled, and he told me that I was going to make a very pretty younglady. Then he sat me up, and pulled the top half of a very soft pinknight gown down over my head. I watched helplessly as he then raisedup each one of my legs, and started to pull a pair of pink panties upmy legs. I was astounded at how wonderfully soft they were.I was also astounded to find that they made me feel like agirl. Worse, as my uncle pulled out the pink satin sheets, and workedmy lifeless body in under them, I started to get a raging hard on. Iwas so ashamed, especially when he noted it, and reached down tolightly caress me through the silk panties.He was making me feel like a sissy… And I liked the feeling. Heleaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips, and told me that I washaving a paradyne shift, and that like at that store we had talkedabout, I had just walked through the door and walked into the parkinglot. Then he pulled the blankets up, tucking me into my new girl’sbed, kissed me again, and wished me nice dreams.He left me to myself then. Needless to say, I was one very confusedlittle boy. I had a night of very confused dreams as well. In most ofthe dreams, I was wearing pretty dresses, like a pretty girl. I evenlooked pretty.Worse, in one of the dreams, near the end of the long night, I sawmyself being kissed by a boy, and I liked being kissed by the boy. Icould not see his face, but I suspected that he looked a lot like ayounger version of my uncle.TwoThe first thing that I became aware of was the loud songs frombirds. I opened my eyes into a very brightly lit room. I glanced overto where the light came in from. It looked like the whole wall wasmade of glass, with sliding doors. The doors were open, and lacycurtains were flapping gracefully in the breeze that came in throughthe screened door.I could smell the wonderfully aromatic fragrance of back yard flowersas they wafted into the room. I remembered all of the strange dreams,and mostly, the lingering feelings of how nice it had felt like to bea pretty girl, pursued by hot blooded young American boys.I tried to shake off the feelings. They were not right. I was a guy.I looked around the room. It was a girl’s room, of that there could beno doubt. The walls were a pale pink, with huge posters of girls withhorses, girls in ballerina poses, and one very large one of a nakedchested Fabio. The furniture was all a light off white colour, in aSpanish design. There was a long dresser with three sets of threetiers of drawers in it. Over it was a very large mirror that threwback the feminine brightness of the room against the other threewalls.I became aware that I had stiff white lave tickling my chin. I lookeddown. The sheets that I was lying in were pink satin. I had to admitthat it had certainly been the nicest feeling sleep that I had everexperienced before. I moved my legs, and nearly swooned with thedelightful sensations on my skin.I looked around the room a bit more. Against the far wall, I could seetwo slightly ajar doors. One looked like it led into a bath room,while the other one looked like it led into a closet of some sort. Inone corner was a large full lengthed mirror, on an ornate whiteframe. It looked like it also had side mirrors that could be foldedout, so that the observer would be able to see herself from threeperspectives all at the same time.I stirred, forcing myself to leave the wonderfully inviting bed. WhenI stood up, I felt the night gown fall in a soft whisper, down toabout mid thigh. It was then that I remembered seeing my uncle dressme in it. At the same time that I remembered that I was also wearinggirl’s panties, I began to feel the soft material as it caressed agrowing erection. This could not be right? I was not supposed to getexcited by wearing girl’s clothes. I was a guy.But I could not deny how wonderful the soft silk felt on myerection. I was not able to resist lowering my hand, and lightlycaressing the front of the skirt of my night gown. It made such a softfeminine whisper as I touched it. The sound made me pull my hand back,as though I had been burned by the silky material of my night dress.”My night dress…” Where on earth did that idea come from. I lookedaround for some slippers. All I found were a pair of delicate thingsthat looked like they would break apart if anyone tried to wear them,with big fluffy puffs of pink stuff on the toes. I stepped intothem. They had a one and a half inch high heel, which I found did notcause me a problem. I felt too exposed in the night gown. Lookingaround for something to cover it with, I found a floor length peignoirmade of pink silk, laying across the foot of my bed.Knowing that beggars could not be choosers, I picked it up, and slidthe soft sensuous sleeves up over my arms. It secured in the frontwith three pink satin ribbons, one under my chin, one at my breasts,or where breasts would have been if I had really been a girl, and onehigh on the waist. I tied little bows in the ribbons, so that I wouldbe able to untie them quickly, when the time came.I moved away from the bed. The silky material caressed my legs as itswished lovingly around me, as I walked.I did not want to. Gawd alone knew how much I did not want to, but Iloved the way that it felt. The silky material on my legs, the pantiesaround my hips, and the enforced mincy step of the delicate shoes Iwore, all combined to make me feel girlish, and feminine. I was a boy,and I tried to put it out of my mind, but it seemed that the more Istruggled with the delightful feelings of femininity, then more Iliked the way it felt.I figured that I must look a mess, so I walked over to the vanity,because I had noted that there was a brush on it. I sat on the softsatin covered seat, before I looked in the mirror. I picked up thebrush. I had to look in the mirror, though I was scared of what Iwould see there. I did not want to see myself, dressed in suchfeminine finery.I was startled at what I did see. I looked the same as I did everymorning, including the mess of thick shoulder length hair that had tobe brushed out, except that I had never seen myself dressed in pinkbefore. I looked almost the same, but suddenly, I realised for thevery first time in my life, that I looked like a girl.My hand shook as I started to run the brush through my hair. I triednot to look at the girlish face, framed by the soft pink silk of mysleep wear, but it was a girl’s face now. It had never occurred to mebefore that I looked more like a girl than a guy. I knew that I wasconsidered to be cute, because every girl that I knew had told me thatI was really a cute guy. But no one had ever told me that I lookedlike a girl.My hair was thick and shiny, and fell in large thick folds to myshoulders. I could not ödemiş escort deny the truth of it. Seeing myself reflectedin the mirror, while I was in girl’s clothes, made me realise that Idid not look like the rebellious street youth that I had alwaysthought of myself as. No… I looked like a girl. Maybe I hadsubconsciously always known it, and that was why I had tried to actlike such a macho ass hole? I had always fought, very hard when anyonehad ever called my masculinity into question.Now, no matter what I felt about boyhood, I could not deny that I waslooking at a girl.Strangely, I became acutely aware of the softness of my clothing, andaware that only girls wore clothes like this. My cock started to stirin my panties again, not because I was turned on by being close to apretty girl, but because I was starting to feel like a pretty girl. Iwanted to cry.I managed, by an enormous act of self strength, to pull myselftogether. my stomach rumbled, reminding me that I had not used mymother’s $40.00 for food as she had intended, but I had wasted it awayin pin ball machines. I was very hungry.Not knowing what I should do, the odor of frying bacon permeated theroom, and I nearly feinted from hunger.I stood, gathering the peignoir about my trim little waist, I headedfor the door. I hoped that my uncle would not hate me when he saw whatI was wearing, but it was all his fault. I had nothing else to wear. Ikind of hoped, though I hated myself for the thought, that he wouldthink that I was pretty.I made myself, hands trembling in nervous fear of being laughed at andrejected by my uncle, and turned the door knob. I stepped out into thehall way, and I heard the delicate click of my heels on the bare hardwood floor of the hall way. I blushed. I sounded so much like agirl. I heard the swish of my clothing, as I started to click in mymincing steps, down the hall way, not sure of where I was going, butfollowing the enticing aroma of the bacon, now enhanced with the odorof fresh brewed coffee.I walked along, feeling like a fish out of water. I had no knowledgeof what my uncle was like. I had no idea of what was in this housethat was my new home. I had no idea of how I should act, dressed up ingirl’s clothes, as I was. Should I act like an ass hole, like Inormally did when I was afraid and uncertain, and try to bluff my wayout of it? Or, and this thought sobered me, should I act like a sissy,like a girl?My hunger pangs would not let me withdraw back to the safety of theboudoir that I had just left. I was famished, and I felt very feint. Ihad not choice. I had to confront this man who had tried turning meinto a girl, for who only knew what reasons that he might have.I found myself leaving the hall way, and stepping into a wide foyerlike room. On the right was the living room, and on the left was awide arch way that led into the kitchen. I had never been scared ofany thing or any one, but I felt like a weak little sissy, standingthere in my sissy clothes, about to enter into the presence of the manwho had so completely effeminated me.My stomach fluttered in nervous fear. Would he hate me? How should Iact. Would he expect for me to act like a girl? How could he want meto act like a boy, when he had made me dress up like this? What tohell was all that paradyne shit?I steeled myself and walked into the brightly lit room. I recalledwhat the room looked like, as soon as I saw it.He was standing, bent over the stove. I could hear the sizzlingbacon. I could smell the coffee, and the toast. I noted that a wisp ofsmoke was starting to come from the toaster. Almost before I couldeven think about what I was doing, I minced over to the toaster, andpopped the button up, making a loud click as the toaster yielded upits treasure.I saw the butter and a butter knife. I wondered what he was thinkingof me, as I could feel his eyes on me, as I picked up the knife andbuttered the toast. I saw that there was another two slices of breadon the counter, so I put them into the slots of the toaster, thenturned to face my mentor.What I saw surprised me. I did not know what to expect, but what I sawwas definitely not what I was expecting to see. Uncle Wally stoodthere in a relaxed pose, with a wide almost wolfish grin on his faceas his eyes moved from the top of my head, very slowly down to pinkpuffy toes of my slippers which peeked out from under the hem of mypeignoir, and moved back up.I felt like I was being examined by a wolf, waiting to devour me. Isuddenly realised that I was being looked at in exactly the same waythat I had often looked at pretty girls. I had wanted to intimidatethem, and make them just a wee bit afraid of me, in the mistakenbelief that this would endear me to them.Now I knew what it felt like to feel that I was being undressed by apredator. I blushed, and I reached down to pull the peignoir tighteraround me, as thought the flimsy silk was able to protect me. I knewthat it was a foolish thing to do, not to mention totally useless, butI did it. I also knew that I was acting just like a girl.”Well, good morning honey. My, you look even prettier in the sun shinethan you did last night when you first got here. I hope that you had agood sleep? My oh my, you are a very fine looking young lady… Youreally are you know?”His words were like a two by four slamming into my forehead. So, I wasnot dreaming. Someone else thought that I looked like a pretty girlto. What was happening here? I was too famished though, to deal withany idea that was not directly related to getting food into mystomach. My tummy growled. “My tummy?” I did not have a tummy. Girlsand little k**s had tummies. What was happening to me?”In seconds, we were seated across from each other, at the island bar,and I was soaking my toast into the bright yellow of the soft poachedegg that my uncle had prepared for me. I wanted to have some of thehome fries that he was piling on his plate, but he told me that girlsdid not eat like that, and that I would have to get used to the newrules that I would have to live by.I said nothing, as I sated my hunger. I figured that I could bide mytime, and I would be able to figure out some way of getting what Iwanted. I always had before, after all.When we were done, Wally told me to go to my shower, and he would layout some clothes for me while I refreshed myself. I did not evenwonder what he was going to lay out for me, but I went to theshower. The water was so nice as the hot drops splattered against mytense shoulder muscles.In a few minutes, I had emerged from the shower, I had not washed myhair, as I did not want to deal with the long stuff at that point intime. I wanted to confront my uncle, and find out what the hell wasgoing on.I walked back into the bed room, and nearly feinted when I saw what hehad laid out for me on the bed. I looked around the room, and I soonrealised that the only clothes that I had that I could wear, weregirl’s clothes. I knew only too well that I had to wear what was onthe bed, or something that was just as feminine from the drawers orthe closet. This room had nothing but feminine, and I mean feminine,girl’s clothes. Lots of girl’s clothes are not feminine. Not so withthe collection of clothing that was in this room.Resignedly, knowing that I would have to be vigilant to find a way outof this pink silk trap that I now found myself it, I sat on thebed. First to put on was a pair of nylons. The tops of the nylons wereof a lacy design that covered strong elastic. I vaguely recalled thatthese were called stay up thigh highs. I pulled them on. I did notwant to, but I could not help but to like the sensuous feeling of thesoft feminine material as it clung to my still hairless legs.The under wear was a pair of silky pink briefs. My fingers trembled asI picked up the delicate intimate girl garment, and held it up infront of me. For a moment, I did not know which was the front or theback, but I could see that the back was a bit fuller than thefront. There was fancy writing across the front, so I turned them tosee what it said. It said, “Debi’s Saturday Panties.” I blushed. Thiswas Saturday.I pulled the panties on. The stiff white lace at the panty waist andthe leg holes was a bit rough on my skin. There was also a bra, withsmall gelatine filled inserts for the cups. I sighed, knowing that ifI had to wear girl’s clothes, that I had better do everything I couldto look like a real girl, or I would certainly get the shit beat outof me, by guys who were just like me in attitude.I put the bra on, and I slid the small flesh coloured pads into thelacy cups. I felt the weight they made, as I suddenly felt theunfamiliar pull of bra straps across my shoulders. Next came a softpink tee shirt. I knew that girls did not call them tee shirts, but Idid not know what it was called. I lowered it over my head, and I feltthe soft cool silk caress my back. I felt like I was feeling girlhoodcome down over me, as the wispy garment fell to my shoulders. I lookeddown, and noted that the lace trim of the bodice moulded itself aroundmy pseudo breasts, making me look just like a real girl. I blushed.I stood up, and found that there was a half slip that matched all ofthe other under wear. I stepped into it and raised it up over mynyloned legs, and I nearly fell in love with they way they made mefeel. They were so wonderfully soft. It was not wonder that girlsloved wearing this stuff, it felt so nice on the skin.I caught myself. I was not going to allow myself to think like that. Iwas not going to let myself envy the real girls for being allowed, notonly allowed, but expected to wear things like this. I was a boy, nomatter what I looked like in the mirror. I was a boy, no matter whatmy uncle had said this morning. I was a boy.Fixing that thought firmly in my mind, I stepped into the white highheels. Again, heels were only about two inches high, so I was notgoing to have a lot of trouble balancing on them. I knew only too wellthough, that if a guy ever tried to come on to me, that I would neverbe able to either fight or to run away from him, not wearing theseshoes.Next on the pile of clothes was a white silk blouse. I found that thebuttons caused me a wee bit of problems, till I would get used tothem, and again I chided myself for that thought. I was not ever goingto get used to buttoning a girl’s blouse onto me. Not ever. With thatidea also fixed in my mind, I went over to the mirror, to help withbuttoning up the froth of lace flounce that attached to the blouseunder the lace trimmed collar. The sleeves were full, and secured by along cuff that had three small pearl buttons on it. When they weredone up, I had to admit that I loved the way the big blowsy sleevesfelt when they caressed my arms with even the slightest movement of myhands. It was a very feminine garment. I could see a very faint traceof the pink lingerie through the thin delicate material of theblouse. I blushed, realising what an utterly feminine picture I mustmake.I went back to the bed. I picked up the skirt, and it took me a fewminutes to figure out how to put it on. It too was white. It had awide waist band that buttoned and zippered up the back. There was alsowide shoulder straps that buttoned at the front, with decorative brassbuttons. I stepped into it, vowing to get even with my uncle formaking me wear such pretty things. The large wide pleats flapped aboutmy thighs, as I slid the straps over my shoulders and buttoned up thewaist. I went back to see what I looked like in the virgin like whiteclothes.I was astounded. I could not believe it. No matter how little makeup Iwas wearing, and I was wearing none at all, I looked like a shapelypretty girl. The pleats flared out from my hips, and the strapsemphasised the breasts that they covered. The flounce of lace thatpoured out from under my chin looked so cute, and so feminine. The hemof the skirt fell to about two inches above my knees. The nylons andthe heels I wore, made my legs looked like the kind of legs I dreamedof having wrapped around me.My penis throbbed in excitement in my panties, and I was thankful thatthe skirt flared out so that the bulge could not be seen. I hatedmyself for being so turned on, because I looked so foxy. The idea thatI was really a boy under the prettiness was strangely intoxicating tome. I nearly sunk to my knees, in tears, as I wondered how on earth Icould so easily accept being a fag. I was dressed like a sissy girl. Ilooked like a sissy girl. My cock was telling me that I was reallyturned on by being a sissy girl.Did my parents know what I was doing at this minute? I’d die ofembarrassment if anyone ever found out about it.It was time to set the tables right with that damn man out there,who’d turned me into such a fag. How could he have done it to me? Howcome I did not fight and scream about it? It seemed to me, that I wasjust accepting every lacy silky stitch that he was making me wear, andworst of all, I had dressed myself up like this.I got angry at myself for so easily accepting this situation. I wasnot a fag. But, I felt myself moving in the panties, as I went over tosit at the vanity, and I could not deny that I had never ever been soturned on in my life. It was as though every nerve ending in my bodywas responding with excitement, as the girl clothes touched them.I brushed my hair. I put the brush down, and I looked at the girl thatI was seeing. I knew that with a touch of makeup that I would lookreally smashing. Or, even if I put on earrings..?I wanted to cry. My hands folded in my beskirted lap, and I throbbedinto the panties, against the weight of my hands. I did not want tolike being a girl… But I did. I could not deny it. I could not denythat Uncle Wally had not threatened to beat the shit out of me, if Idid not put on girl’s clothes. All he did was tell me that he wouldlay out some clothes for me, and I had willingly put them on myself.I was a sissy.Tears nearly blinded my eyes, and I realised that this was the way Ihad always been. I had been such an ass hole to my parents and to myfriends, because I had wanted to keep it a escort ödemiş secret, that I was a weaklittle scared sissy deep on the inside of me. I wondered how my unclehad been able to see so deeply into me, when he had not even seen mebefore.I reached for a pink tissue, and dried my eyes. I felt a sense, a verydeep sense of submission to the girl me that I now was. As I gave upthe macho pseudo personality that I had fought so hard to build formyself, I felt a tremendous sense of relief. I no longer would have tofight all the time. I would no longer have to strain and struggle tokeep myself so completely under control, all so that no one would beable to detect the sissy that was really under that hard shell of anexterior.I accepted the fact that I wanted to be a weak little sissy girl, outof control of her emotions, subject to the strong whims of any boythat came along, too weak and afraid to live alone. I sobbed into thetissue, as this sense of freedom washed over me in great waves. Ishuddered, as for the first time in my life, I let myself cry like asissy girl. I was nothing but a weak little sissy girl now.I could not even draw of the false strength of the false boypersonality that I had built. I knew only too well that thatpersonality was completely false now. I remembered how often I hadlooked at boys, and remarked to myself that I had to act that way, orto move my hands in that fashion, because that was how boys acted. Myentire boyhood had been a big play act.I was a sissy. How on earth was I ever going to learn how to live withthat truth, unless… Unless I could somehow not live like a sissy,but hide it by living like a girl? Is that what my uncle was doing tome? Was he really going to give me this second chance? At least, Irealised, if I lived like a girl, wearing pretty things, acting like alittle miss prissy young lady, that I would be acting a lot more likethe real me than that empty shell that I had thought was the real me.ThreeI dried my tears. I felt as though I had some how become cleansed onthe inside. It was the first time in my life that I had ever feltguiltless and innocent, and clean. I liked the way it felt. I was onlytoo aware that I felt like this, because I was dressed like a prettygirl.I knew that I had to go out and face my uncle, and find out what hisplans were, and what his house rules were. I knew only too well that Ino longer had what it would take, to live the life of a rebelliousstreet urchin. I did not want to. I was too weak to do that anymore. I wanted to be protected. I wanted to be taken care of. I wantedsomeone to love me enough, to take care of me and my needs. I hopedthat Uncle Wally would not laugh when he found out what a sissy Ireally was, after all. I hoped he would not hate me for turning out tobe such a fag.The realisation that I was such a weakling, such a real dyed in thewool sissy, who loved wearing such pretty and feminine girl’s clothes,made me also realise that it would take a great deal more courage tobe who I really was, than it ever took to be such a fake. I wonderedif I had what it would take.I sat up suddenly and stared at my reflection, with a look of horroron my face. If I let my uncle know that I was really such a sissy fag,would he think that I was completely a sissy fag? Would he think thatI only liked going out with boys, like the real girls liked doing?Worse, perish the thought, would he think that I was a sissy cocksucker who wanted boys to fuck her, like the real girls were like?Worse even than that, was the idea, that it might all be true. What ifI did want to go out with boys, and act like a real girl acts? What ifI liked being kissed by boys. What if I found out that I liked suckinga boy’s cock? How could I live with myself if I was really like that?How on earth could I make the adjustment from being a fucker, to beingthe fuckee in a relationship?I have no idea of how long it took for all these fantastic changes tocourse their way through my psyche, but only too soon, I realised thatI had to make my appearance to my uncle, as the girl I had become inthe last few minutes of my life. All that I could hope for was that hewould not hate me for turning out to be such an effeminated sissy.I found, to my amazement, that I assumed feminine mannerisms andgestures, as thought I had been born as a girl, and had been schooledin how to comport myself. I also realised that for all of my shortlittle life, I had always paid an u*********s attention to the waygirls had acted, and I had absorbed all these observations. They had,by their own nature, suddenly incorporated themselves into my new girlpersonality. I was more of a girl than I had feared that I was.I forced myself to stand up, once again admitting to myself how Iloved the sound that my linger made, a very feminine sound thatbelonged to girls. I checked to make sure that the painful bugle inthe front of my skirt was not too obvious, smoothed my skirt outaround my hips and bum, and steeled myself for the worst ofrejections. Then I strode, such as I could in high heels, over to thedoor.Before I could have a second thought about it, I turned the knob andstepped out into the hall way. I refused to let myself think about myrevelations, as I made my way through the house, searching for theuncle that had effeminated me. I had to have the courage to be thereal me, for once in my life.I finally found him, down stairs in the television room. He wassprawled out on the couch, half asleep. When he heard my heelsclicking on the stairs, he sat up and turned to face me. Once again, Iwas blessed with that wolfish appreciation of my appearance thatappeared on my face.I moved gracefully across the room, and seated myself in an easy chairthat faced him. I was only too aware that I was acting like a girl,even to the point of smoothing my skirt out as I sat, even keeping myback straight and my hands folded together in my lap, so very prissylike. I wanted to hate myself for letting him see me as such a fairy,but I could not.The revelations about the real me that I had seen only moments before,had been to profound for me to ever try to change them. I was a guy,who wanted to be a girl in every way that I could be a girl. That waswho I really was. the girl’s clothes that I wore, freed the girl’spersonality that had lain dormant and suppressed for all of theseyears deep inside of me. She was too elated at finally being allowedout of her prison, to ever go back without a serious fight.”So, I see the real you is finally making herself known to the world?”he was almost malicious in the glee that I heard in his voice. He hadwon completely, and he knew it. I had no choice, but to submit to thereality this man had forced upon me.”So it would seem. I… I never dreamed… You know what I mean?” Iheard a whiny girlishness in my voice that had never been therebefore.”I know exactly what you mean, honey buns. You are so pretty, and sonaturally girlish… You do not belong in pants ever again, unless ofcourse, they are silk lounging pyjamas, like the elegant ladies wear,or perhaps some very tight fitting Chic jeans, or perhaps 501’s forgirls, you know the ones with the pretty embroidery on the backpockets and those cute little zippers at the ankles?”I could hear the victorious revelling in his voice. But, he wasright… I knew that. I also knew that with this man, I would alwayshave to assume the submissive feminine role from now on. That is who Iwas now. I shrugged, as I realised that I may as well get used to it,and start now. I knew that girls had always been willing to swallowtheir pride to make the guys in their lives feel superior. I guessthat I would just have to do the same from now on.”I… I guess that you are right? Uhhh… How did you know UncleWally? I mean, I did not even have any idea about this, you know whatI mean?””Ahhh… for the astute student of human nature, it was notdifficult. You were more blinded by your pseudo masculinity than anyone else was. Your parents knew. Let’s face it, honey. You should havebeen a girl. You look like a girl, and you act like a girl, and I amsure that you now realise that you mostly feel like a girl to, and allit took was a few hours in girl’s clothes to reveal who you reallyare. That masculine veneer that you had, certainly was not very strongafter all, if all it took was a few hours in a girl’s pretty littlepanties, to turn you into such a pretty girl, so completely.””I… I don’t like being a sissy…””Sissy? Boys who act like girls are sissies. You are a girl who wasacting like a boy, in spite of what you have in your pretty littlepanties. All you are doing is acting real now. I want to help you inany way that I can. If you want to really become a girl, I will helpyou with that to. In the mean time, you will find a large bottle ofpurple coloured pills in your medicine chest. Those are girl’s hormonepills. I want you to take two at a time, three times a day. Will yoube a good girl, and do that?”I felt a flush of embarrassment and dead machismo flow across myface. “Yes Uncle Wally.” Even though I was being a submissive prissyby acting like this, I felt kind of free in a strange way.”Uhhh… What happens now?””Well, I’ll give you a couple of weeks to get used to living here, andwearing pretty clothes all the time. I will teach you how to keephouse, and how to cook passable well. By that time, you should beconfident enough of your girl self to start venturing out into thereal world. I gotta warn you though honey, you make a very sexy younglady, and you really turn my crank for me, so do not be too surprisedif I walk up behind you some day, and start kissing you, okay?””Kiss… Kissing me? Uhhh… What should I do if you do that, UncleWally?””What does any girl do when a man kisses her, honey?””Uhhh… ” I blushed furiously. “Kiss him back?””You got it Babe. You have to do absolutely nothing except to act likeyourself. In other words, if you act just like any other girl, thenyou will be doing the right thing. In other words Sweet Stuff, just dowhat you feel is right, because from where I sit, you is all girlhoney. You got it?””Yes Sir…”The next few days flew by far faster than time had ever passed for mebefore. I got used to the idea of spending an hour or so everymorning, dressing, doing my hair and experimenting with makeup. I gotused to wearing delicate little heels on my shoes, and conductingmyself in an acceptable manner, while wearing above the knee hems. Ilost some weight. I learned that I loved doing house work, even thedoing of Uncle Wally’s laundry. It made me feel some how as though Iwas acting like a kind of wife, when I would fold his dried underwear, and take them into his bed room, to put away for him. I ironedhis clothes. I picked up after him, and I even had to start making hisbed for him in the mornings.I settled into the life of a teen aged girl, far too easily that Ishould have been able to do. But, by the end of the first two weeks, Iknew that I never wanted to go back to being a boy. One thing thatreally turned my crank though, was the way that I could make my unclereact, when I flirted with him. I knew that if I did that with one ofthe young bucks in the neighbourhood, that I would be in serioustrouble, but I loved the way he would start to sweat, or even slightlytremble when I would do something that was particularly feminine, likeaccidentally on purpose forget about how short my skirt was when Ibent over in front of him.I felt a strange power over my uncle, in my new found girl hood, andit was really intoxicating. After the initial couple of times, when hemade me go to the malls with him, and made me buy myself some sexylingerie, or made me try on some dresses in the girl’s clothingstores, I was forced to admit to myself that I would have to dosomething really stupid, to make anyone suspect that I was a guy. Iwas just too much of a girl.One night near the end of that first two weeks, we were seated on thecouch, watching television. He asked me how I liked being a girl. Iadmitted to him that I adored being a girl. I admitted that I lovedbeing pretty. I admitted that I loved acting in a “missy prissy” way.He smiled and told me that he was pretty sure that I would have likedit. He also told me that he was completely convinced that I was a realsissy, and that the next step in my development, was to learn how toact with boys. I was shocked. I had thought of it, of course, but Ihad also tried to put the thoughts out of my mind.He saw the look on my face. He smiled.”That settles it honey, I am certain now that you will never be happyin a relationship, unless it is with a boy, or more specifically, aman who knows how to treat you.””Wha… What do you mean, Uncle Wally?”Four”I’ll not only tell you what I mean, I will show you what Imean. Stand up, right there, in front of the television. That’s a goodgirl.”I did what he told me to. I was strangely shaking in excitement. Anerection started to grow in my panties to. I was trembling in mysubmissive uncertainty.I stood there, and I became very sensitive to what I was wearing. Ihad on a pale mauve coloured slip, with a set of matching panties,garter belt and a soft satin long line bra, also part of the samelingerie set. I was wearing nylons, as I had done for every day sinceI had started my odyssey into girl hood.For outer wear, I was wearing a pair of pink high heeled shoes, withsling backs on them, a little bow at the back of my ankles, and withthree inch spike heels. I was wearing a three piece suit that day, ofwhich I only had two pieces on. It was a soft pink skirt, jacket andvest. I had removed the jacket to do the dishes, and had left ithanging from the back of a kitchen chair. The skirt was a short sassypleated affair that fell two about two inches above m knees. It had ahigh waist the pulled in a most delightful fashion at my tummy. Thevest was sleeveless, and had five brass buttons up the front. Myblouse was sort of like a man’s shirt, excepting for the lace trimmingat the points of the collar, the silk that had a floral design woveninto to it, and ödemiş escort bayan the lace ascot, which flowed out from under my chinand covered some of the vest.My uncle came over and stood in front of me, about one foot away. Ibecame aware that I had never stood so close to a male before,especially one that was as big as my uncle. Even on my high heels, Ihad to look up to see into his clear eyes. He just stood there for avery long minute, making me feel very shy and submissive. After a fewlong moments, he spoke to me.”Well Debi, do you feel like a real girl now?””Yes sir.””Do you like feeling like a girl?””Yes sir.””Do you know that this means that you are a sissy?””Yes sir.”Sissies are not real men, are they, Debi?””No sir.””Because they are not real men, they should act like girls when theyare around real men, shouldn’t they, Debi?””Yes sir.”Then he took a step closer to me. My eyes focused on the stubble onhis chin. I could feel the heat of his body. My cockette strainedagainst the front of my panties. His maleness excited me. I had neverfelt like this before.He reached out and gently took my elbows into his hands. Slowly heraised my elbows. He raised them till he could bring my handstogether. When he did that, my forearms were resting on hisshoulders. I had nothing but my girl clothes to protect the front ofme from anything that he might want to do to me. It made me feel sovulnerable and weak, and girlish. My cockette strained painfullyagainst the silken prison it was in.Then I felt his hands go down and settle on my waist. He gently pulledme towards him. I had not choice. To keep my balance, I took a halfstep forward. I felt his belly on mine. I felt his cock press againstmy belly. He was rigidly hard. I felt the pants legs material brushagainst my delicate nylons. It was the closest I had come to wearingpants in the last two weeks, and it made me feel terribly unworthy ofbeing considered as a male. I was a girl now. He held me like that fora long time. I was scared, and I shook. I hated that he could turn meon like this, just by acting like a regular guy.After a few more minutes, his hands moved from my hips, to the smallof my back, then ever so slowly, they moved down over my bumcheeks. He made me feel so small, and weak, vulnerable and feminine. Ilooked up into his eyes.His eyes looked down at me, and they were full of his understanding ofmy effeminated nature.”You are my sissy boy girl, aren’t you, Miss Debi?”I wanted to scream out that I was a boy, and run away. Instead, Iblushed. “Yes sir.””Sissy boy girls like you are really sexy to me, Debi. Do you getturned on by being so close to a real man, honey?””Ye… Yes sir…” I was nearly whimpering. I could feel my kneesstart to buckle, and I locked my fingers behind the back of his neckfor support. I was weak enough, without having to look up at him fromthe floor. That would be just too embarrassing.”Do you want me to treat you the way that I treat other women, honey?””Yes…” What was I saying? How come I could not say no? How come Idid want to be treated like a woman?”I let girls suck my cock, and then I put my cock in their pussies. Doyou still want me to treat you like any other woman, honey?”I wanted to scream. I wanted to run away. He pulled me tight againsthim, and all I could feel was his hard on. My head was light. I feltso weak.”Do you honey?””Yes sir…””So, if I told you to kneel down in front of me right at this veryminute, and to suck my cock, you would be girl enough to do that forme?”Guilt about being a by ripped through me, as I loved the silkysensations of my girl clothes, and I luxuriated in the sense offeminine submission that was washing through my emotions. I looked upat him again, knowing that my cheeks were far redder than any blushcould make them.”Yes.”I felt his strong big fingers tighten on my bum cheeks. I felt himpress his cock against my tummy.”Prove it.”What could I do. I knew that he wanted me to suck his cock, like anyother girl would. He knew the degree of feminine humiliation that hewas putting me through. I hated being a boy. I hated myself forwanting to suck his cock. I wished that life was simpler, and I didnot have these sex problems.But I let my fingers unravel, and I felt his clothes brush against me,as I weakly began to lower myself to my knees. When I felt the carpeton my nylons, I opened my eyes. His bulging crotch was right in frontof me. This had to be the ultimate humiliation. I loved the sense offeminine submission that I felt as I watched my pink tipped fingersreach up and take his zipper, to pull it down. I watched as theyreached into his pants, and they gently extracted his erection fromhis pants.He did not have a big cock, for which I was very thankful. It was bigenough to be pulsing in my hand though. I felt the iron like hardnessunder the satiny smooth skin. I could smell his man smell, so veryunlike any smell that came from my body lately.I looked up, and I could see the superiority in his eyes, as he lookeddown at his little sissy. He was a man, and he knew it. I was not, andhe wanted me to know that to. “Suck my cock like a good sissy slut,Debi. Suck it really hard to let me know how much you like sucking mycock honey.”I bent down and placed my lips on the cock head. I wanted to justbrush my lips over it, but I found myself kissing it. I was kissing itout of my love for this man, who was making a woman out of me. Iwanted to submit to his enforced effemination of me. If that meantthat I was a sissy, and a cock sucker, then so be it.I opened my mouth and I felt the head of his cock slide slowly over mysensitive lips, as I received a cock, as a girl, for the very firsttime. I knew that I could experience no greater humiliation. I was atotally effeminated cock sucker, a fag. I did not want to be a fag. Iknew that, and yet I locked my lips around his shaft, and I began tolick his cock. I knew that I was trying to make it cum inside of mybody, and receive a man’s cum the way that women were designed toreceive a man’s cum.Girlishness washed over me. I felt utterly effeminated.Uncle Wally let me suck his cock like that for about fifteenminutes. I moved my head back and forth slowly, as I loving licked atthe shaft. I knew that I was trying to make it cum into me. This washow a girl did it, and I was being allowed to be his girl. As I suckedhis cock, I knew that I was making love to this man who knew my sissysoul so completely. I wanted to show him my love and my gratitude, andso I sucked his cock with love.”Okay honey. I want you to stop sucking my cock now. You are a lovelycock sucker, and some other time you can suck the cum out of it, butnot today. Today, you are becoming a real girl, my sissy slutgirl. You are my boy toy in your girl’s panties and skirt. Today, Iwant you to suck my cock, and make it ready for fucking your virginpussy.”I pulled my head back, amazed that I was doing so reluctantly. Yes, Iwas definitely a confirmed sissy cock sucker now, I knew. I lovedeverything about being allowed to by my uncle’s girl.I planted a dainty little kiss on the head of his cock, as I allowedit to be pulled out from between my lips. I felt empty with out it inme. Then, I stood up.I knew that he could see how much that I had liked sucking him. I knewthat it was written all over my face. Every time he looked at me fromnow on, I knew, he would think of me as his sissy girlified cocksucker. I had no more masculinity left to me, I knew.This man had taken way my penis when he gave me skirts and panties towear. I stood up and looked up at him as he smiled his superioritydown at me. I placed my hands on his shoulders, and I stood up on mytippy toes, and I lightly kissed his lips. He knew that I was thankinghim for making me realise that I was an effeminated boy slut whobelonged in pretty knee length hems, and silkened panties, like a realgirl does.He grasped my hips, and turned me so that my bum was gently rubbingagainst his erection. I felt utterly girlish. I knew that like anyother girl in a similar situation, my uncle was going to fuck me. Iwas a pretty girl, and a sissy cock sucker. I deserved to be on thereceiving end of a rutting male’s sex drive. I was not a boy any more.I knew what he wanted. I pressed my upper back against him, as Iturned my head to receive his kisses. I felt his lips all over mycheek, my lips and my neck. His hands were tightly grasping my belly,and my breasts. I reached down and I pulled the back of my skirt andmy slip up. Then I could feel the small but powerful hot rod drivinginto the crack of my panties.”Man of man… You are turning into one hot little vixen bitch, aren’tyou?”For an answer, I opened my lips, and I grasped his tongue, and suckedit deeply into my mouth. I felt his one hand go down, and lower theback of my panties. I felt his erection between my bum cheeks. I wasglad that he was small, and I knew that he was going to use it like aman uses it with a woman.I melted inside. I was that woman that his cock was going to fucktonight. I wriggled a bit, so as to help embed his cock in the crack,where it should be. I felt his one hand squeezing my breasts and hisother hand went down between us, and moved his cock so that it waspointed right at my hole.I was utterly aware of the female clothing that I was wearing. I wasthe femme of this couple. He wore the pants, and it was I who wore thepanties. He was the man, and I was his complimenting woman.”You sissy slut. You are a vixen. You have been teasing me with yoursexy bare thighs and your pretty little pantied bum for the last fewdays, and now you are going to pay the price that all sissy slutspay. I hope that you like being a girl Debi, because girls get fucked,and so are you.”With that, he rammed me. I felt a sharp pain as his cock head passedmy sphincter, and then a tight feeling, as I suddenly realised thatlike any other girl, I had a man inside of my body. I marvelled. Itwas not just the cock that had entered me. I felt as though UncleWally had entered into my feminine personality, and that he wasstaking his claim as the owner of my feminine soul. He was not justfucking my body, he was taking over me, all of me.I moaned as the feeling of utter and complete submission to thisloving manly person. I felt his cock as it slowly inched it’s way, allthe way into me. His tongue was in my mouth. His hand grasped mybreasts. His other hand descended to grasp and grind the intimate girlmaterial of my panties into my cockette. I was impaled on his cock.I was utterly helpless to him. He could do what he wanted to me, and Ihad to accept it. I moaned out my realisation of my uttereffemination, and I could not deny that this was the most completingfeeling that I had ever had. I was the girl object of a man’s love,and it was who I wanted to be.I sucked on his tongue with the same loving that I had sucked on hiscock. His hand ground the panty material into me. His cock withdrewand slammed back into me. If he had not been holding me so tightly, Iwould have fallen on the floor. I was becoming his possession, and Ifelt so completely loved.He slowly helped me sink to my knees, and then I heard him tell me tokneel doggy style, so that he could fuck me better. Oh, I wanted himto fuck me better. I wanted him to fuck me all that he wanted to fuckme. I wanted this man to cum in me, like he cums in girls. I wanted tobe his girl.I felt his hand slap my bum cheeks.”Oh, daddy… Oh uncle… Ohhh… Yesss… Fuck me and make a womanout of me. I want to be your fuckee. I want you to fuck me wheneveryou want to get laid, Ohhh…””You fucking slut, you are just like every other sissy slut who getsher man to take possession of her, you can’t stop. You will be mysissy slut boy girl sex slave forever now, won’t you, Debi?””Yes daddy… Anything you say, just don’t make me ever be a boyagain. This… I love this… Make love to me. Make me be yourwoman… Cum in me daddy…””I am going to fuck this tight little pussy of yours Debi, and I amgoing to give you my baby juice, just like any girl gets it from theman who fucks her. You are my woman, my sexy vixen woman…””Yes… I… I want to be your sexy woman. Give me your babyjuice. Give me your cum daddy… Make me be your girl slut…”He then drove himself deep into me. I felt his cock grow and he beganto let loose his cum deep into my girlified self, and I felt like Iwas a woman loved by a man. I shrieked as his orgasm made me cum intohis hand, through my panties. I shuddered, writhing, out ofcontrol… I was his effeminated woman.He fucked me till he started to grow soft. Then he let go of the frontof my panties. I felt utterly complete and fulfilled as I felt hiscock pull slowly out of me. I stay there, weak, unable to move, on myhands and knees. I felt him pull the back of my panties up to cover mybum cheeks, and I felt him lower my skirt and slip to cover up mypanties.I was to emotionally drained to move. I was sore, and yet I felt everso loved. I felt like a sexy love object. I felt like I’d been a womanreceptacle for a man. I felt completely feminine.I sank to my belly on the floor, and ever so slowly, I rolled overonto my back. Uncle Wally was standing there, looking down at me.”Damn, you are the sexiest girl I have ever fucked. I put you onnotice Debi. Consider yourself to my by sissy slut from now on. I willfuck you whenever the mood takes me, and you will suck my cockwhenever I tell you to. What do you think about that?””Okay…” I could not stop the beatific smile that I knew was on myface. If that was they way he wanted me to be, that was fine withme. If he could make me feel like this by fucking me, and letting mesuck his cock, the I wanted to suck his cock and get fucked ten timesa day. I felt like a loved woman, and I knew there was no otherfeeling to compare to that.I thought that there was no other feeling like that. I was wrong.Two weeks late, Uncle Wally came home one day with a wedding dress forme. He told me that I was going to marry him the followingSaturday. He told me that I could expect to spend half the honeymoonwith my pussy filled with his cock.I smiled. “Okay.”My uncle had saved my soul, by making me become his boy wife. I lovehim, and I felt wonderful as I heard the words pass my lips, “I willlove you, and honor you, and obey you, till death do us part.”

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