This sissy is in Montreal Canada 🇨🇦. I don't give tribute online. Looking for Dom or Mistress near or in Montreal. I'll give tribute after a face to face meet
Maya needed a car for college. Well really she needed it to get her band to gigs in the city. They weren’t big, often only amassing crowds in the single digits, but she loved her band ‘The Goth Girls’. Just her and her two best friends Thalia and Selene. But lugging their equipment around on public transport had become too much to handle and Maya decided it was time to buy some wheels.
Although as she stood in front of the one car she found that she could afford on the little money they had made from gigging, suddenly public transport wasn’t looking so bad.
It was a used purple convertible with the license plate B1TCH. It looked like the kind of car some blonde bimbo would have had in the 90’s. Even the interior was purple. The color and plate clashed with her goth style of black clothes and dark makeup but the price was right and the engine ran well enough. So with a lot of hesitation she bought it on the spot.
She had no time to waste after all because she had to pick up her bandmates in fifteen minutes. She slid into the driver’s seat and turned the key. The engine roared to life. A strange tingle immediately spread through her body. Her skin felt warm and electric.
“Oh… what the heck is that?” Maya gasped as the sensation grew stronger. Her waist began to pull in tighter. She groaned loudly pressing her hands to her stomach. “No… stop… this isn’t right!” But even as she spoke the words her body betrayed her with a soft moan that escaped her lips. The pleasure was only increasing but it wasn’t the only thing growing.
Her bust swelled larger, creating full heavy curves that strained against her black loose fitting top. “Ahhh… fuck it feels so good but I shouldn’t give in…” She tried to fight it gripping the steering wheel but her back arched on its own pushing her chest forward.
That’s when she heard a sultry voice in her head. “But why not? Give in to me and you’ll realize how much better it is. Just give me another rev, you know you want to.”
Despite herself, Maya couldn’t help be intrigued and increasingly turned on by what was happening. Her foot pressed down slowly on the accelerator. Her lips grew plumper and softer. Her hair shifted from its usual messy dark waves to long silky locks that fell perfectly down her back. Long oval nails extended from her fingers with a glossy shine. Even her eyes turned from her dull brown to crystal blue.
Maya groaned again deeper this time her voice growing huskier. “Mmm… fuck make it stop… no! Keep going! Oh shit what’s happening to me?!” The pleasure mixed with the changes made her squirm in the seat. She could feel her old self slipping away yet part of her wanted more.
“Soon you’ll be like all my other owners, hot, horny, and desperate for cock. You’re going to love becoming a cum dumpster. They always do.” The voice purred and Maya let out an uncharacteristic giggle as her hair started to turn blonde, her nails turning pink.
“Please… no! I’m supposed to be a goth… this is turning me into some kind of dumb whore…” Maya whimpered even as she moaned louder her hands roaming over her expanding chest. “But god it feels incredible… don’t stop… make my tits bigger… yeah just like that… fuck yes.” Her clothes transformed too.
Her top shrinking into a tight pink tube top that barely contained her new tits. Her black jeans morphing into a white mini skirt which shower off her gorgeous long legs. White knee high socks and tall stilettos finished off her look, making her look like the perfect bimbo babe. Her many tattoos started to disappear one by one.
Her mind changed along with her body. Thoughts of kindness and empathy faded. In their place came sharp focus on herself. Vanity took over as she admired how hot she looked. Selfishness and narcissism filled her head.
She pictured herself as the slut the car wanted to make her into, imagining herself as a groupie blowing drummers in green rooms and fucking singers after the shows. She knew she had the perfect pussy that would drive them wild.
“You’re my best creation yet. You’re going to be the hottest, tightest, bimbo ever. You’re going to be the perfect little slut for lead singers to cum in. Forget about your band, you’re mine now.” The car added.
However the words that should have made this new Maya wet with joy was instead making the old Maya fight back.
“No… wait… not just some groupie bitch…” Maya moaned breathlessly her voice thick with lust. “Fuck that… I’m not some band’s plaything… I should the one worshipped… the one who’s the star… I fuck the groupies, not the other way around… yeah… I want it all.”
A shear black lace long sleeved top materialized on her and the pink tube top melted away and reformed into black lace trimmed bra that pushed up her enhanced chest and showed plenty of cleavage. The mini shirt stayed mini but it turned plaid, with darker tones. She now wore black thigh high stockings with lace tops and shiny black platform boots. The new outfit hugged every curve of her transformed figure perfectly.
“No! This isn’t possible! I make the changes here, not you!” The car said frantically. Maya could feel it trying to assert control over her but something was helping her. Something Maya had no idea was helping her but could feel tingling at her lower back. A tattoo she had recently gotten with her friends, a cool archaic design she had picked out from a book. A tattoo that the car couldn’t erase, a symbol that protected Maya.
“You don’t make the rules! I own you now, and I say what I’m going to be!” Maya groaned as her hair darkened quickly, turning black as the night and smokey makeup curved around her eyes.
She imagined herself no longer backstage at a concert on her knees but instead on stage itself under the lights, her new body on full display as she belted out dark seductive lyrics. Fans screamed for her. Backstage she was being worshipped, not doing the worshipping and she got everything she craved.
“Give me the booze… the drugs… lines of coke and bottles of whiskey… and all the sex I can handle… because I want a lot… so fucking much.” She saw herself surrounded by eager bandmates and groupies taking what she wanted. Getting her perfect pussy eaten by some hot opening act before a show. Passing around whatever cock or pussy caught her eye because she was the queen who deserved it all. The car wasn’t happy.
“No! Stop you goth bitch! I’ve turned every kind of girl into a wanton dumb whore and now it’s your turn! It’s your destiny!” It screamed but Maya just smirked, her tattoo pulsing pleasurably.
“Shut the fuck up. You serve me! You will change girls into whoever I want them to be! And I love evil goth sluts now! I should thank you for making me release my inner bitch but instead I think it’s time the tables were turned on you.” Maya said with a cackle and revved the engine harder and faster, smoke wrapping around the exterior.
The black smoke clung to the body of the car, infecting the purple paint, turning it darker by the second until it was as black as Maya’s hair. Even the seating changed to match. Inside Maya’s hands gripped the steering wheel, her eyes flicking closed as immense pleasure flowed through her as she felt the car cede control to her unwillingly.
“No! This can’t be happening! You’re just some random goth loser! This can’t be-” It said but was cut off the moment it fully became Maya’s, the moment Maya became something more.
Maya’s eyes opened lazily, her blue bimbo eyes gone, replaced with the same hue of purple the car used to be. Maya could feel every inch of the car now, every bolt, every nut. It was more than just a car now, it was an extension of her body, of her power.
Now transformed she smirked at her reflection in the rearview mirror. She stretched her arms up high arching her back to show off her new figure letting out one final satisfied groan. “Fuck yes… this is what I needed all along.” The old Maya was gone. This new woman felt amazing. She revved the engine with only her mind, driving through the streets with wild abandon.
She cruised through the quiet campus streets, her convertible purring beneath her. Turning a corner she saw them, her friends, waiting for her, not knowing their lives were about to change forever.
Selene and Thalia were sitting outside their dorm, dressed in the same nerdy goth gear they always wore. Pale skin hidden under baggy black hoodies and long skirts heavy eyeliner and awkward shy vibes.
Maya pulled up to them and honked the horn. The two girls looked at the car unsure why it was seemingly waiting for them. As they approached they somehow recognized the driver.
“Holy crap what happened to you?” Selene blurted out her eyes wide as she stared at Maya’s massive cleavage and tiny skirt. “You look like… like a goth porn star honestly.”
Maya laughed, throwing her hair back. “Thanks babe, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Thalia stepped back a little clutching her bag. “Maya? No way. Did you get some kind of makeover?”
Maya laughed again with a low throaty sound and leaned over the door of the convertible. “Get in bitches. This car drives like a dream. Trust me you’ll love it.” Her voice dripped with new confidence and a hint of command.
“Come on you pussies!” Maya purred revving the engine just a little to tease them. “We have a gigs to get to. Hop in or walk.”
Reluctantly Selene slid into the passenger seat while Thalia climbed into the back. The moment their doors shut Maya floored the gas pedal. The engine roared louder this time sending fresh waves of that familiar tingle through the air.
“Oh, mmmm fuck this feels even better being the one in control.” Maya moaned happily gripping the wheel.
Selene gasped first her hands flying to her chest as the tingle hit her. “What the… ahhh… my body… it feels so strange… stop the car Maya!” But even as she protested her waist cinched in and her bust began to swell pushing against her baggy sweater. She groaned deeply her voice cracking. “No… this is wrong… mmm… but it fuck feels so good…”
Thalia squirmed in the back seat her eyes fluttering. “God… my skin is burning… I feel… hotter… fuck what is happening to my lips?” Her mouth plumped up as her hair straightened and grew into a high blood red ponytail. Long oval nails grew from her fingertips. “Maya… turn it off… I’m not supposed to look this… ohhh fucking hot! God don’t stop…”
Maya smirked glancing at them in the mirror. “That’s it girls. Let the car work its magic. Feel those tits getting bigger? Just like mine. We’re going to be the hottest fucking band around.”
Selene moaned louder her clothes already shifting into something tight and leathery, revealing just enough. “I… we should fight this… but my pussy feels so empty and needy… make me sexier… fuck yes… bigger tits… tighter waist… give me these fat lips for sucking off some random crowd member after the show…” Her mind warped quickly just as Maya’s had. Thoughts of quiet empathy dissolved into selfish cravings for the spotlight and endless pleasure.
Thalia arched her back with a filthy groan her new body on display as the transformation accelerated. Her outfit reformed into a tiny black lace teddy that barely reached her hips. But her legs weren’t bare, instead they gained thigh high stockings and heels. “Give me the curves… make me a goth bitch who needs cock and drugs every night… I want to be the one getting worshipped by fans after the show… don’t hold back! Ohhh yes… my clit is throbbing… turn me into a sex hungry whore!”
The black convertible sped down the road filled with the sounds of their eager moans and dirty pleas as all three embraced their new rockstar selves. Selene rubbed her hands over her enhanced breasts panting heavily. “Fuck… I want to be up on stage shaking my ass now! I want to be snorting lines off some guy’s dick before we play… then letting the whole supporting band rail me in the green room… this feels too good to stop.”
Thalia leaned forward from the back her voice husky and broken by gasps. “Yes… make my pussy the wettest fucking thing at every gig… I need to be the nastiest slut who gets all the booze and cock. Fuck I’m so horny already thinking about riding faces backstage while high off my mind.”
Maya laughed loudly her own body still buzzing from the power of the car. “That’s my girls. We’re going to be fucking infamous, no longer the Goth Girls, we’re the Goth Goddesses now! We take what we want… all the drugs… all the fucks… and we look like bad bitches doing it. The crowd is going to worship us.” She revved the engine again sending another pleasurable wave through them as they drove toward their first real gig with filthy promises on their lips and wicked smiles on their faces. The old versions of themselves were completely erased leaving only three hedonistic rockstars ready to conquer the night.
She convinced you to give up on masculinity… and look at you now, pretty girl. 💕
Those broad shoulders are softening. That stubble is gone. Your walk has changed. Every time you see a woman like this, you don’t feel envy anymore — you feel longing.
You’re already halfway there, aren’t you? Panties under your clothes. A secret wishlist of dresses and heels. Just admit it… you were never meant to be one of the boys.
You were meant to be soft, obedient, and utterly feminine for a woman who knows exactly what to do with you.
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