About this book
“You were made for panties,” she said as she ran her manicured nails across the pink, tented silk. “You're such a pretty sissy girl.”
I shuddered in pleasure, goosebumps spiraling down my legs. My petticoats and skirts rustled as I did, the lace of my dress tickling my chin. “Thank you, Mistress,” I moaned.
“Now get on your knees and use that pretty mouth for something more useful.”
Daphne and I had known each other for years from chatting online — we had even confessed our feminization fantasies to each other. But that wasn’t enough for us. I had to visit to her in person.
So we could live out our sissy fantasies for real.
But Daphne has something between her legs I wasn’t expecting. After she dresses me up in a frilly dress and stockings, she’s going to use me the way I’ve always wanted but never thought I would be.
As the week comes to a close, am I ready for it to end? If I have a chance to stay, am I willing to lock myself the way she wants me to? Am I really willing to become her sissy girl — forever?