Sometimes the little sissy just didn’t know how she’d ever managed to get so lucky. Who ever could deserve the amazing Daddy she now had?
Sure, at work, in town, with family… the little sissy had to be grown-up - responsible - masculine. She became the he that everyone else saw: a young, smart, good-natured programmer who was enjoying life and utterly comfortable in who he was. But then…he’d come home. And there, in the safe seclusion of the home he shared with his partner, he could shed that hollow identity. He became she once more, partner became Daddy, and all the trappings of apparent confidence, masculinity, and success could be discarded like useless and unwanted toys.
“Little Prissy, isn’t it time that you let your Daddy take care of you?” came the deep, comforting rumble of Daddy’s voice. Blushing, the little sissy could only nod in growing excitement, longing to feel her Daddy’s touch… And then it would begin. Daddy’s strong, gentle hands would guide her to the bedroom, freeing her methodically from all those silly outer trappings of masculinity. Daddy stripped it all away, leaving her naked, trembling, vulnerable… and it was exhilarating, liberating, cathartic. She wanted this - and she trusted this man implicitly to refashion her into the baby girl they both longed for…
“Onto the bed, little one,” Daddy not so much ordered as stated; little sissy Prissy always obeyed instinctively. On came her diaper in a puff of euphoria and baby powder - followed by her beloved white tights, slipping smoothly up her satiny legs and over her bulky diaper, compressing it gently around the sissy’s well-lotioned bottom. On would come Prissy’s petticoats in a flurry of ruffles and lace, followed by her favorite pink frock with the beautifully puffed sleeves. And as a final touch, her hair, now free from its silly man bun, was gently smoothed into two adorable pigtails and adorned with a matching pink bow.
The transformation was complete. Daddy’s warm laughter rumbled through the little sissy as he hugged her close. “Such a good little sissy,” he crooned in the deep voice she loved so well, the voice that turned her little muscles into jelly. “Now why don’t you take your pretty little stuffies and go wait for me by the window, sweetie? I’ve got a few yummy bottles for you to drink, and then we’ll settle down for a nice long movie. I know you want to watch Cinderella again, don’t you?”
Little Prissy could only blush and giggle, fidgeting with her beloved stuffies and wriggling with excitement, feeling her mind shifting into the blissful calm of littlespace. This was so incredibly wonderful… She couldn’t wait to cuddle with Daddy, watch her movie, suck obediently on her bottles, show him what a happy little baby she was by soaking her diaper…
Yes, life was good indeed. She was so lucky - and no matter what happened to that faraway outside-world guy, she knew that here, safe with Daddy, she would always be secure. Comfortable. Loved.
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