#1
“Well HELLO!” Maria was used to a lot of really over the top outfits. People came on cruises and did all kinds of things... but this... she wasn’t sure what to call her, she suspected she was trans, but were those water wings? And so much jewelry! And...
“Hi hi hi! Oh my GOSH you’re GORGEOUS!” The prissy thing in front of her started flapping her wrists. Her voice was high pitched and lilting, like she was constantly in sexy-baby-flirty mode. “May I puh-leeeease have two super big super sweet cocktails for my bestie and I?? Her name's Bella, she’s over there, isn’t she so HAWT!! Such a baddie, AHHH!”
Maria giggled. Maybe she was just drunk... what was funny is the girl she pointed to was super pretty, but not in the way this girl was, she was just like a normal hottie! And she has a really devious look on her face... did she just wink at her?
“Of course, babe!” Maria thought about it for a second, and decided she had to ask. “So what’s your name? And uh... girl... can I ask you something?”
“How totally rude! My name’s Daphne! And like, YES PLEASE! Anything b-babe! I’m like a totally open book! You’re probably wondering why I’m dressed like a total prithhy thitthy, is that it?? No shame, girl!!!”
“Well... yeah, basically!” She felt bad, she never would have called someone a ‘prissy sissy,’ but it was the most accurate term she could imagine!
“WELL, DUH! Of course you are! Sooooo, my bestie over there?? Well, this was... oh my gosh, it’s soooo freakin’ embawwathing, I mean em-barr-ass-ing, but...” the sissy dropped into an exaggerated whisper, “she was my fiancee! Except, like, I totally freaked out and cancelled the wedding... and she was sooooo unhappy!” A flash of what seemed like fear, or real discomfort, flashed across the sissy’s face. “SOOO... well... honestly it’s a little fuzzy... but she wanted us to still go on our honeymoon, so here we are!!”
Maria’s jaw had dropped. “So, like, whose idea was...” she gestured at the sissy’s outfit. “ALL THIS?”
“Well MINE, of courthh! I just had to show off my true self! Since the only reason I couldn’t marry my bestie was I was just a total prithhy thithhy, it’s about time I show the whole world the twuthh! Hehehe, anyway, like, thankthh for the drinks!! Here!”
With that, Daphne reached into her bra and pulled out a $100 bill and handed it to Maria, then minced away, leaving the bartender truly shocked. She watched as ‘Daphne’ handed her ex-fiancee her drink and they both started eyeing boys. There’s a first time for everything, she supposed.
#2
“I think you’re just the CA-YUTEst boy I’ve ever met, Mister! Like, not just cute, HAWT! You’re HAWTTTT!”
About 3 cocktails later, Daphne and her ex-fiancee Bella had moved beyond just scoping out boys. Bella had been flirting with some guy all afternoon, an older man from their city who was shockingly cute for his age. Daphne sort of thought she recognized him, but couldn’t place it. They’d walked over to the bar to have some private time a little while ago, as Daphne cheered “Get it, bestie!!!” to Bella and her new man’s great amusement.
Now, for Daphne to have her turn... she felt desperately horny... just as she was scoping out the pool, eyeing hot dads, frat boys, and anyone else, she was feeling a major stirring in her... well, she still wasn’t quite used to the little plastic cage around her little thing, but it was her own idea, and it was suuuuch a good idea, because, uhhh...
"Hey there. Someone already went and stuck a blue ribbon on you, huh?”
Daphne felt an internal surge of annoyance and disgust, before she turned her head and... “OH MY GOSH!” She burst into giggles and her annoyance was replaced with lust! “Well HELLO, Thhir! SIR! Hehehe, you’ll have to excuthh me, I lithhp when I’m excited!”
Another funny surge of... she wasn’t sure! She lisps when she’s excited? What?? Why did she say that? Well, because it was true, duh!
“Well isn’t that just precious.” The man grabbed her hand and walked her back over to the pool bar, where Maria was more than happy to see her little sissy obsession again, and winked at Daphne! Then they walked up a little further, Daphne unable to keep her hands off the man, even starting to kiss his chest right in front of everyone, feeling his warmth and nuzzling up on him and his beard... it was an odd feeling, she thought, kissing a man, with his beard and his muscles... hadn’t she kissed lots of men? Surely this wasn’t new? She felt fuzzy again.
“What do you say we head back to my room?” He growled in her ear and she just about melted. Half the pool deck watched in awe as the sissy who’d been mincing around the pool all day almost tried to yank the man’s shorts down right there in front of everyone... most of all Bella and her man, who were beside themselves with laughter... and both a little turned on by the spectacle!
“So, when does the hypnosis wear off?” Laughed Bella’s man-friend, Monroe. “It’s too bad I won’t get to see Devin’s personality return, but I think if it’s timed right, he’s gonna start to come to with a cock up his ass.”
Bella cackled. “Just about another hour! That’s the idea!” She leaned in and kissed Monroe lovingly. “Just think, if we hadn’t met at that disaster of a wedding... I’d never realized that Devin’s boss was such a hottie...” another deep kiss, “and so smart...” she started kissing his neck. “And so devious! I don’t know what I’d have done.”
#3
Bella felt GOOD. Her new man... was he her man? Well, she didn’t care, he’d just fucked her for over an hour, got her a cocktail, and then flipped her over for round two. That stupid mincing loser she almost married was more of a, ‘3 minutes of pumping, spurt, apologize’ type. From now on, even if Monroe didn’t last, she was dating MEN, not boys. But she did like him, a lot, and not just because he made her cum hard. No, she really liked him because when he was at her wedding, the one Devin didn’t show up to, he was livid on her behalf. He offered to fire Devin right there (which actively turned her on at the time) but then he came up with a far better idea. It sounded absurd to her at the time, but when he insisted that she just trust him, she saw no reason not to!
The better idea was this: he knew a woman who was an expert hypnotherapist, supposedly. She could not only put strict controls around someone, but enforce rigid trigger words and phrases that would cause someone to totally change their behavior. Monroe asked Bella, what would you want most? Make Devin think he’s a little piggy? Make him a truck stop man-whore? Make him her devoted slave?
She remembered a story she’d read once, some stupid erotica, about a punished abusive man being turned into a laughingstock caricature of femininity, a ‘sissy!’ She’d been oddly turned on by it, and stuffed that info deep down in her mind. That is, until... Monroe loved the idea. He mostly loved how devious she was. He set the gears in motion, making Devin meet with the therapist daily at work for two weeks, in the lead-up to the honeymoon cruise. Bella hadn’t seen her ex-fiancee since before the wedding, so imagine her gleeful surprise...
He had all these implanted triggers and traits. He only could refer to Bella as his ‘Bestie,’ or ‘BFF.’ His new name was Daphne. He didn’t know who Monroe was. He could only queen out with girls, and became an insasitable slut around boys, the more they demeaned him, the more lustful he was. He also had the style of, well, a total sissy! Oh, and he couldn’t swim anymore, so he wore water wings. Finally, he needed a daily reset, where he’d remember everything, right around 7pm every night. When Bella met her new and improved ex, and saw all that Monroe had done to him... she went and found her new man and couldn’t keep her hands off him. The mourning period was OVER.
So, right around 6:45pm, after a long day of humiliation for Daphne and pleasure for Bella, Bella sat waiting at the bar for her ex to find her.
Imagine her delight when the man who left her at the altar came... waddling up to her, looking beyond confused, smelling like sunscreen, sex, and... OH MY GOD... was he LEAKING CUM down his... HE WAS!!!
“B-BELLA??” The voice was Daphne, the look in his eyes was Devin. “What are you...” He appeared to suddenly notice, well, himself, and started to clearly panic.
“Enjoying our honeymoon, lover?” Bella giggled and leaned in for a kiss, then pulled out at the last second. “Oooops, I forgot where that mouth’s been!” She stuck her tongue in the side of her cheek and imiated a blowjob, making Daphne blush beet red. “You know, most girls wouldn’t like it if their man dressed like this and let some man pump him full of cum, but I’m just more understanding than most...”
“WAIT! PLEASE! You have to, I’m so, I’m so sorry, but Bella, you can’t, you can’t do this to me, BABE-”
“HA! BABE? Mmmm, I’m sick of ‘Devin’ already. Oh, but really quickly just so you know, you’ve been fired from your job, you’re definitely kicked out of our apartment, your Mom’s pretty upset with you, and your friends won’t stop DM’ing me... so... maybe staying as Daphne is your best bet! What do you think?”
Devin stood in shock and terror. “I- I- I’m so sorry, but no, I ca--” Bella giggled. “TOO BAD! Devin’s a prissy sissy!”
“AHHH! GIRL! OH my GOD I need a drink, my legs are wobbly, that guy was THICK! I’m talking tree trunk cock, like, SCORE! Hehehe, how was your man? Girl, he’s HOT. We’re thoooo lucky! Hehehe, SO lucky! 5 more days, this is the BETHT! BEST! Hehehe!”
