Being feminine is natural for you. Cherish it as something beautiful.
You woke up.
It felt like a nightmare that made you jump out your sheets and bed. Your heart is racing fast and you feel yourself catching breath. All of this is surreal. That dream felt so vivid and real, it's like everything came out of a science fiction movie. But as of now, you're back... to reality.
You check your phone to check the time: it's 3:14 am to be exact. You don't recall what happened the day before, but you feel so exhausted. You want to sleep again, hoping you don't continue that nightmare again. You try to sleep, but no luck. Your laptop is preventing you from sleeping due to its bright glare. After attempting to sleep for more than an hour, you get up and decide to turn it off. But as you get near it and attempt to shut it down, you get a notification: "From Mistress?" You open it and read the message.
"Hello, my feminized sissy gurl. I know it's a little too early for tasks, but I need a huge favor from you. I need you to get all dolled up by no later than 9am. We have a shoot at around 11 am and they want you to be the main girl. Here's the dressing code for today:
Dress up in a pink dress. Wear a blonde wig. Put on some slutty makeup and some high heels. Wear perfume. Jewels and purse are optional, but very recommended. Once you do that, send me some pics of you all dolled up and I will critique you on any needed improvements. See you later. XOXO"
You do as what she's told you to do. In the real world, you have gotten so deep into the feminization kink, it became a part of your inner identity. You had these feelings of wanting to become a girl for as long as you can remember. When you left for college, you joined a secret feminization club with like-minded members. The members all called themselves "sissies" and frequent activities of humiliation and emasculation was common. Most of you lost contact after graduation, but those feelings still stayed with you, even after you started to settle for a great life of success.
You did manage to reconnect with an old club buddie not too long ago for a potential reunion. You remember their sissy name: Alexa. They thought it represented hyperfemininity. Imagine the surprise of your life when you found out that "Alexa" turned into a girl named Erica!
Reuniting with an old bestie (Pt.1)
Here's a preview of a future project I may plan on uploading (no promises, though). It's not just Flash
"Wait, so you're..." "Transgender? Yup, I came out as a girl a few years after graduation and have been happier since. I chose Erica as my trans name instead of Alexa. It just fits me better!... You know, I would have thought you came out as well by this point." "M-m-me!? N-nah! I could never." She was able to tell that you weren't happy with your life. As much as she felt a little too disappointed, Erica made the effort to keep in contact with you, "You know, just in case you do decide to come out since I can tell by your eyes." She may have been a little too invasive, but she was always like that and you understood her intentions of being there for you. "I'll keep in touch with you, Erica. I promise not to let you go as well..."
The makeover took a little longer than expected, but you're very happy with your results! In fact, you're so happy, you feel like such a Barbie girl!
Enchanting Femininity
"I... I love it... I love how I look! OMG! I... I'm going to send a pic to Erica first! I know it's 7am, but I cannot wait any longer to send it! She's going to be shocked at how amazing I look!" It's such a euphoric feeling of seeing yourself all dolled up without feeling too embarrassed of the hyperfeminine aesthetic. You haven't realized it, but you haven't been this happy being feminized since you were still in college. "Okay, now I'm sending this to Mistress." (Send) You feel like all of this work was worth it. Several sessions and dollars later, you feel like this feminization course was all worth it to affirm your feminine side. Suddenly, you get message from her:
"WTH is this!? Melissa, you look too basic! I'm not having my sissies look that basic! Whore yourself up even more! Put some slutty makeup, boob forms, a bodysuit, anything, but not this! You're lucky you sent this to me at 7 instead of 9. Do not text me until you're ready! K, bye!"
"WTH? Is this bitch for real!?" You're so pissed, you start to shake from the pressure. You feel like you want to cry for a bit, but you can't. "Why am I even doing this? What did I even join?" You look at your computer and you realize a lot of the stuff sounds so similar to your dream, except this is a lot more different... and a lot more worse.
The group is called B.U.S.T., but the meaning terrifies you. In your dream, B.U.S.T. is short for "Brown S(U)ede Skirts Team". But in this world, some broad who plays "Mistress" opened a group called B.U.S.T., short for "Betas Under Sissification Training". You signed up under the promise of maximum feminization. The program isn't cheap and takes up as much as a third of your monthly paycheck. You search more about this B.U.S.T. group and find a ton of off-putting sissy tasks and dares. Your sissy card has you tagged as "Melissa". "Melissa... was my sissy name back in college. Melissa... was also the name of a blonde bestie in my dream. Melissa... is also my trans name."
You feel in your heart you don't want to continue. "This isn't who I am. I'm... I'm not a sissy." You look at your reflection again while recording a video for "receipts". "I'm a trans woman and I'm proud and happy for who I am." (Stop) "I'm... I'm... I-I-I'm..." (crying) You came to a stop and start bursting into tears. "I- I can't do this anymore!" "I'm literally going bust for this shitty program! I'm... I'm quitting this stupid program... before she makes me put on that ugly, bimbo bodysuit costume!" You try to find a way to quit, but the contract you signed prevents you from breaching anything. Anything. Including the orders she gave you. You cry even more.
"Why? Why did I chose this crappy life?" You kneel for the life of you and ask for a miracle. "What did I do to deserve this? Are my dreams busted now?" You get two messages: one from Erica and one from an unknown number. You get up to reach the phone and read the message: "Girl, I knew you were trans, too! Gahh! I'm so happy for you! You really do look so happy and beautiful, just like when we were younger! Are you free today? I'm willing to go see you all dolled up like in the pic right now! Welcome to womanhood, girlie! You're going to love it! -Erica"
You feel a little better. Erica was definitely the girl you always looked up to for help. She was almost like a sister for you. This is because you've always been an only sibling. You feel like you want to stop there, but you do have another message and it looks a little too suspicious since it has a picture of the Mean Girls. You open it:
“On Wednesdays, we wear pink!” - Karen Smith of Mean Girls
This has been, perhaps, the pinkest week in a long time! But nothing is more pink
"Hello, we've noticed you expressed interest in our sissy deconstruction program and are delighted to offer it to you free of charge! We're here to help aspiring trans girls and other identities who are in need of assistance to break that older fetish or obstacles in their lives. Don't worry about any consequence. We will help you fix those problems right away! Please contact us ASAP!"
"A sissy deconstruction program?" You feel doubtful if this is real. You call the number on the page. The phone takes a while to ring due to traffic, but you finally reached someone helpful. "Hello, how can we help you?" You ask them politely, "Umm... so this sissy deconstruction program... is this a real thing?" The woman in the line chuckles a bit. "I know it feels like a "too good to be true" moment , but we're the real deal! We dedicate to help those trans girls who feel trapped in a coping mechanism that prevents them from transitioning. In your case, it's the sissy fetish." You still feel a bit skeptical, but she does seem to catch your interest. After a while of talking with her and being persuaded, however, you agree to commence the "sissy deconstruction". "Ok, I'm in!" The mystery woman in the phone line responds with a "That's the spirit, girl!"
"Girl?" You feel like you fell in heaven and hear the wonderful music. It's like your remaining pieces of a man have shattered. "I've...I've never felt so happy being called a girl!" The mystery woman hears your cheerful moment. "I'm so happy for your transition, darling. Anyways, I want to address some serious issues going on with your life. I want to be part of your change. I wanna be part of your life for your forsaken future. " You still feel a little skeptical, but you decide to keep your cool today. "Ok, I'm in." You sit back in a better more posture condition of the sofa chair. "Are you ready?" You answer with a polite "Yes." "Btw, now that you're a part of our teams, I think it's time we introduce ourselves. What is your name?"
You freeze for a bit, then remember that it is necessary to deter yourself from people like Depp. "I'm... I'm Melissa. Early 30s. What about you, miss?" That's when she asks you to turn around to your laptop in order to see her features.
"My name is Ashley Nicole, but everyone here calls me Nikki.*" You are shocked! "Nikki? As in, that Ti-" "Yup, that's me!"
"But I think it's time we start to wrap this show and begin a new one. Listen to my voice carefully because this will be important. Are you ready, Melissa?" You nod, "Yes, Nikki."
"Very well, Melissa. You're such a good girl btw." Your heart starts thumping. (Is- is this gender euphoria!)
"Let's start to fix the impossible. Let's start... by going back to the beginning!"
The end
*P.S. Yes, that’s me breaking the fourth wall of my own story. But to be fair, those following sissy deconstruction guides are universal and not meant to be exclusive for one character. Think of this B.U.S.T. story as a prequel to the guides.
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