I didn’t think it would be like this. When I took the leap and made a dating profile as a trans girl, I thought it wouldn’t amount to much. Now I’m on my third date with Daddy Chris, I’m wearing what he told me to wear, and my makeup is just how he likes. He’s so forceful and dominant, I can’t help but feel small and helpless around him. The last two dates ended with me on my knees, his gigantic cock in my hands as I sucked on the tip, because that’s all I could fit in my mouth. His massive cum load was like a fire hose drenching me with his mighty, manly, seed. It left me so horny for him, I accepted more dates without question. As I cower under his powerful gaze, my soft little clitty leaks in my panties. Just the deep growl of his voice sends me into a shivering realm of girly arousal. I know I’ll be screaming and crying like a bitch, later at his place, as he pounds my soft little bottom mercilessly until I pass out. It’s deliciously humiliating to be put in my place by such a monster of a man.
Ugh, I am literally so bored right now and my feet are just swinging while I stare at these pages 😭. Writing in you is usually my favorite thing, but today I just have the biggest, saddest pout on my face.
I miss Daddy sooooo much! 💕 It feels like he’s been gone for an actual eternity (even though it’s only been a little while).
Come home soon, Daddy! Everything is boring without you! 🌸🎀
Max Vale, for most of his life, had been a cute, popular, athletic boy. Growing up with as much wealth as the Vale’s had, in one of the most exclusive ski destinations in the world, he knew how good he had it. Max was an okay student, an excellent snowboarder, had a string of cute girlfriends... he’d gotten into a college nearby that let him keep boarding, and he knew his father would be able to easily hook him up after graduation. Life was good.
So, he had a little online... sissy baby thing. Sometimes. Not even that often. It was just a little guilty fantasy. Seeing those former boys wet their diapers and wear those ridiculous dresses... but he didn’t want it. I mean, seriously. It was just a fun little online thing. He didn’t want it. He was pretty sure he didn’t want it.
Too bad he wasn’t the only one who knew about it. His older sister, Tatum, had seen all of it on his phone one night. She just wasn’t sure how to use it... yet.
Then the divorce happened. Max’s hero, his Dad, had been cheating on his Mom, Tracy basically nonstop. With so much money involved, it became quite intense. His Dad moved back to Texas to run his company, and it became obvious his only real interest was keeping full control of the business. Meanwhile, Tracy kept up appearances in town, but knew she needed some real money from him that he was unlikely to give up.
Max didn’t take it well. He said some pretty cruel things to Tatum and Mom... “trophy wife,” “blonde bimbos...” . Tatum was pissed... then she remembered. She showed their Mother all the evidence she’d screenshotted. Stories and captions and videos about privileged boys like Max being reduced to a life of pink and diapers. Tracy turned right around and confronted Max about all of it. He insisted, terrified and suddenly realizing how... not hot it seemed, denied wanting any of it. Tatum doubled down.
“Mom, he’s lying! I swear, I’m one hundred percent positive. It’s a sister’s intuition! The poor thing doesn’t even realize how far inside hi- HER own shell she is.”
“Let me see those captions again.” Tracy read every single one. Most of it was pretty ridiculous. Then, she saw one Max had “liked,” about how a sissy’s trust fund had been taken over to make sure the sissy felt completely ruined and dependent. That gave her an idea. So, she sent every bit of the evidence to her cheating husband’s attorneys with a short email: “I’ve figured out a deal that keeps everyone happy. Max’s trust fund becomes mine. He gets to live his dream, my ex keeps the business, and Tatum and I keep the house.”
After some shock, some tears (all Max’s!) and lots of back and forth, both parties agreed. On one condition, insisted on by the lawyers... “Tracy... we’re going to need some proof this is what Max actually wants, and not just some scheme you’ve come up with.”
Tracy and Tatum read the email in hysterics and replied, “Oh, that WON’T be a problem.”
A year passed. Tracy and Tatum were living their absolute best lives. Tatum had even started bringing in real money as an influencer! Everyone was fascinated by the wealthy it-girl with a sissified younger brother...
Meanwhile, Max, the confident snowboarder with pretty girlfriends... was Minnie Vale, the diapered, sissified, pigtailed, heavily controlled talk of the town! Forced to mince in diapers behind the two girls while they spent his trust fund, while girls he’d once crushed on giggled as they met the now-famous Tatum and let her re-introduce them to poor Minnie. Guys who ‘Max’ had competed with now wouldn’t make eye contact with him... except for the ones he’d beaten, who would laugh right in Minnie’s face.
“SMILE, Minnie, this is going up on the grid! We need plenty of proof to show you wanted all this, and you pouting like a little sissy baby... actually, works just fine!” Tatum and their Mother giggled. Sometimes Tracy felt a little guilty that she’d so eagerly let her son become a pouting, teary-eyed, diapered sissy. But he’d wanted it, hadn’t he? And what was done, was done... a nearly perfect win/win situation, for everyone but Minnie. Worst of all, Minnie had realized quickly... she was enjoying this. Except for the fact that the way she ‘enjoyed’ this little fantasy in the past was by touching herself, the one thing she was no longer able to do. Now it was all sissy, all the time, with no release... and she was 100% stuck like this.
omg stop lookin' so scared, ur literally obsessed with this! i went to victoria's secret and honestly? i bought more for u than for me 😂. look at this adorable eye mask… put it on, babe. u need to stop stressin' about being a 'man' and just let the girlie vibes take over. inside this bag is ur entire new life. frilly panties, silk slips… trust me, once u feel the lace on ur skin, u won't even remember how to act like a boy. ur my doll now, k? 💖
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