Candy is Dandy, part one

 

Kenny leaned back in the chair and sipped the whiskey. It wasn’t his dad’s best stuff, but it would do. The 16-year-old enjoyed the warmth as it slid down his throat and savored the slight buzz he was getting from it. Suddenly, the front door burst open and his older sister, Angel, stormed in.

 

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked. “Having a good time while Mom and Dad are away?”

 

“Yeah, what’s it to you?” Kenny replied. “Going to rat me out?”

 

“Oh no,” she said. “I have a much better plan. It’s time you learned a little more about how this house really operates.”

 

“What does that mean?”

 

“It means you are going to take your appropriate place in this family,” Angel continued. “Haven’t you ever noticed how Dad always does whatever Mom and I want? How he walks two steps behind Mom in public? How he waits on her hand-and-foot at home?”

 

“Sure,” Kenny answered. “I just thought he was a wimp.” He grinned at the idea.

 

“This is a female-led household, Kenny,” his sister explained. “Mom and I were keeping it from you until we thought you were old enough to understand and take your place as one of the underlings…but what I found you doing just now confirms my suspicion that we had let you have too much leeway for too long. Mom said I could take control of you when the time came…so that’s how it’s going to be.”

 

“You? Take control of me?” Kenny laughed. “And how exactly are you gonna do that?”

 

His slurred speech let Angel know her brother was lightly intoxicated, precisely the condition she needed him to be in for her next step. She sat next to him and looked him deep in the eyes. “I’m told I have a very compelling gaze,” she said. “Perhaps you’ve felt it before.”

 

Kenny tried to look away, but found he could not. The alcohol had already sapped much of his self-control and now his sister’s look and words seemed to lower it even more. “What—what are you doing?” he asked.

 

“I’m hypnotizing you…putting you in trance, just like Mom does Dad every night at bedtime,” Angel told him. “Oh, you didn’t know about that, did you? Mom’s been keeping Dad in hypnotic control for years—and she taught me how to do it, too. You already feel your will draining, don’t you?”

 

“Will draining….”

 

“That’s good,” Angel continued. “Of course, Mom and Dad haven’t had regular sex in years. I’m pretty sure the last time Dad penetrated Mom was the night you were conceived. And you won’t be getting any regular sex either, little brother—in fact, when I’m done with you, you won’t want any.” She slipped her hands under her skirt and pulled off her panties. She draped them over Kenny’s head, with the crotch over his nose. “Here, breathe that in…isn’t it delightful?”

 

Kenny took a deep breath and sighed. “…delightful….” he murmured.

 

“Yes, that’s the best aroma in the world—fresh pussy juice,” Angel went on. “You can already feel it arousing you, making you horny, enlarging your silly little boy-thing.” Kenny’s cock was, indeed, reacting to the combined stimulation of the smell of Angel’s sex and her words. “And the arousal just sends you deeper into trance…surrendering more of your will to me….”

 

“Deeper….surrendering will….”

 

“Okay, little brother…stand up and strip to the skin,” she ordered and he complied. “Oh, how cute! Why, you’re almost hairless, except for those curls around your boy-thing and under your arms—but we’ll take care of that. Come with me to my bathroom.” In the bathroom, Angel used scented shaving cream and her pink, feminine razor to remove his pubic hair and clean his armpits. Then she rubbed a fragrant skin cream all over his body—most especially his private parts—leaving him smooth, pink and girlish.

 

“Oh, that’s lovely!” she gushed. “Follow me to my bedroom—it’s time for the next step.” Obediently, Kenny followed her to her room, where she rummaged in her dresser to find the perfect choice—a matching bra and panty set. She handed him the panties: “Put these on, make sure that nice hard little cock fits snugly.” Once he had the skimpy undies in place, she wrapped the bra around him. As she did, she grasped the loose flesh of his chest and carefully fitted it into the cups of the bra. “Oh, goodie! Your boy-boobs are just the right size to fill these B-cups. Go to the mirror and look at yourself!”

 

Kenny did so and stood transfixed by his new image….and his sissy-cock grew harder in his panties. “Look at that!” Angel laughed. “Just like Dad—you love being teased and humiliated and feminized! Mom has always said that all males are just sissies deep inside; I guess she’s right!” She reached out and caressed his sissy-cock through the nylon of the panties and felt it twitch in response. “You want more, little brother? Tell me….”

 

“Yes…more…more, please….” His hypnotized plea increased Angel’s own arousal. She gently pushed him to his knees and drew his head closer to her own naked privates. “You liked the smell of my panties…what about the scent of my hot, wet pussy?”

 

“Mmmmmmm…” he groaned, leaning closer to her, his hands straying to his own crotch.

 

She slapped them away. “None of that—sissies don’t get to play with themselves without permission. But you can play with me….have you ever used your tongue on a girl?”

 

“No….no, I haven’t,” he admitted.

 

“Well, it’s time you learned how.” She pushed his face into her pussy, enjoying the feel of his breath on her sex. Tentatively, he licked at her lips and she moaned in response. “Deeper with the tongue, sissy, and find my little button.” Kenny obeyed and probed deeper, until he encountered the hard little nubbin. As he licked at it, Angel began to rock her hips into his face…and he discovered this raised his excitement. Angel smiled. Good, he’s being hypnotically programmed to associate eating pussy with arousal.

 

She began to grind her pussy into his face, smearing her juices all over. Kenny was overwhelmed by the taste and scent, but still not reaching orgasm. But when Angel suddenly started to buck with her own climax, he fell back, exhausted…but still with a rock-hard sissy-cock. He reached for it again, but she grabbed both his hands and held them tight. “Not yet, my pretty one.”

 

The session had done its work. Kenny was now hypnotically addicted to muff-diving and the taste and aroma of aroused pussy. The first steps were completed.

 

It was time to increase his feminization. “Come sit at my vanity,” Angel ordered. He complied and daintily took his place. “You have a very feminine face already,” she said, “but a true sissy needs to be fully made-up at all times. Watch what I do as I turn you into a pretty little thing.”

She began by shaping his eyebrows into a  feminine arch, then applied foundation to even his skintone. Next was contouring, to give his cheeks and nose a more girlish shape. She then turned to his eyes—a light tone under the brow to raise it, a darker tone on the lids. Then eyeliner which “opened” his eyes, making them seem wide and innocent, followed by mascara and false lashes, so he could flirtatiously bat his eyes. 

 

Blush was the next step, so that the sissy would appear embarrassed and humiliated by his feminization. Last were the lips, reshaped into a pout and covered in a deep pink lip gloss. Angel stepped back to examine her work. “No wig—at least not just yet. I think my new sissy needs to realize he is not entirely a girl…and never will be!”

 

She directed Kenny’s attention to his image in the mirror. “Look at yourself! This is who you are from now on—a pretty half-sexed toy, my toy….at least until we find someone to take charge of you. Are you pleased with your new look?”

 

A smile came over Kenny’s face. “Yes, sister, I am happy to be a submissive sex toy….”

 

“Of course, you are,” Angel chuckled. “It’s what you always have been, even though you didn’t realize it.” She stopped for a moment in thought. “But we can’t keep calling you ‘Kenny’ now—you need a suitably sissyish name, and not something an ordinary girl would use. I have it—Candy!”

 

“I am Candy,” the newly christened sissy said. “I am Candy.”

 

“Yes, and I’m going to waken you from trance now, and you will be Candy and happy to be,” Angel said. “When I snap my fingers, you will no longer be in trance, but you will act upon all that I have told you and we have done. And when I say Candy is dandy, you will return to trance, ready to receive further instruction and programming. Do you understand?”

 

“I understand,” Candy replied.

 

“Good!” SNAP!!

 

And the feminized boy’s eyes suddenly went wide as he stared at his image in the mirror—hairless and clad in bra and panties, his face the epitome of youthful girlish allure. “Angel, will I be like this forever?” he asked.

 

“For as long as I wish you to be,” she answered. “At some point, I may desire a different look for you.” She glanced at her watch. “But right now, I have a call to make. Why don’t you lay down on the bed and play with your nipples? See how close to orgasm you can get without touching your sissy-cock.”

 

Candy smiled and did as requested, while Angel went to the living room with her phone. “Hello, Dahlia? It’s Angel. Remember that surprise I said I would have for you? When I told you the details of my parents’ marriage? Well, it’s all ready for you! Can you come over right away? Great—I promise you’re going to love it!”

 

A short time later, the doorbell rang. Grinning, Angel called, “Candy, get the door!” His submissive nature taking the forefront, the sissy obeyed without question, despite how he was dressed—or, rather, was not dressed. Dahlia, a dazzling college co-ed with an hourglass figure and glossy black hair, gaped in surprise at the figure who opened the door for her.

 

Then she burst into laughter. “Oh my….it’s Kenny!”

 

“Not anymore,” Angel corrected her. “It’s Candy now. Candy, greet my guest properly—kiss her feet!” Candy knelt and gently placed his pink lips on Dahlia’s painted toes, showing prettily through her sandals.

 

“Angel, he’s priceless!” Dahlia gushed. “However did you do it? I mean, I know your brother’s always been a bit of a wimp, but this….”

 

Angel patted a space beside her on the couch and Dahlia took a seat. Candy simply stood in the middle of the room, his arousal on full display. “I explained how my mother took control of Dad,” Angel began. “Well, when I had the opportunity today to exert my will on my little brother in the same way, I did. A bit of hypnosis, combined with the natural submission of all males, and voila! By the way, he’s yours, if you want him.”

 

Dahlia gasped. “You mean?”

 

“Yes, he’s ready to be a pretty little male lesbian to a naturally dominant dyke like you!” Angel told her. “I’ll help you train him to be exactly the kind of lover you want…and he’ll have to live at home for a while, of course…but by the time school starts in September, you can take him with you to college.”

 

Dahlia stood and circled Candy, examining him. “Tell me, Candy, would you like that? To live with me in college as my submissive lezzy?”

 

“I would do whatever you and Angel wish,” he replied.

 

“He’d have to be a bit more feminine,” Dahlia noted. “The college would never let anyone still so obviously male live as my roommate in the dorms.”

 

“Not a problem,” Angel said. “We have all summer to prepare him…and I know Mom will love helping out when she and Dad get back from their…retreat.”

 

“What exactly do they do on these trips?” Dahlia asked.

 

“They meet other couples in female-led relationships, most of which have feminized males just like Dad and Candy,” Angel answered. “Mom has always said she’d invite me along when I got a ‘partner’ of my own. I have to admit I can’t wait!”

 

Dahlia grinned. “Think they’ll let me bring Candy sometime?”

 

“Sure, once he’s fully trained,” Angel said. “Speaking of which, we can’t leave the little darling to prance around in just his scanties. Let’s find him something appropriate to wear.” The two girls began to go through Angel’s clothes, searching for just the right look for her feminized sibling.

 

“Something cute and girlish,” Dahlia said. “After all, he’s still just in high school. I’d like to be able to take him to the local teen hangout and see what happens.”

 

“How about this?” Angel said, displaying a blouse and sweater combination with a pleated skirt. “He’ll look like a Catholic school girl!”

 

“Oh, yes!” Dahlia turned to look over some of Angel’s other accessories. “And here’s a lovely blonde wig we can use. He’ll turn heads in this!”

 

“He certainly will!” Angel agreed. “Candy, come here—we have to get you dressed to go out!”

 

Despite his induced submissive nature, this was a bit of a surprise to Candy. “Go out? You mean leave the house? In girl’s clothes?”

 

 

 

“Not girl’s clothes, you silly thing,” Angel corrected him. “Sissy clothes—just the right look for a submissive, feminized playtoy like you!” In short order, they had Candy in the blouse, sweater and skirt, as well as knee socks and black patent mary-jane shoes. Dahlia fitted the shoulder-length wavy blonde wig to his head and added a barrette to add to the schoolgirl charm of his appearance.

 

Angel headed for the car with one last admonition to Candy. “Mince like a prissy little girly,” she said. “I want it clear that you’re not a real teenage girl, but a sissy submissive lezzy.” He complied, taking short steps, with his arms bent at the elbows and his hands hanging limp at the wrists. “That’s the way, sweetie! Dahlia, will you escort our sissy to the car and make sure he sits in a properly girlish manner?”

 

It took several tries before Dahlia was satisfied with the way Candy got into the car, but they were soon on their way to the local diner, where the high school kids hung out. Angel and Dahlia made Candy lead the way in, so that he would be the center of attention. Most of the customers recognized the two girls as members of the local lesbian community, but they wondered who their new young companion was—especially when, again, they made Candy repeat getting seated until they were pleased with the exaggerated femininity of his movements.

 

When the waitress came to them, Dahlia said, “I’ll have the cheeseburger platter and a Coke.” Angel said, “I’ll have the same.” But when Candy began to order, Angel stopped him. “Our little sissy will have the salad, no dressing, and a glass of water with lemon.” She looked Candy in the eye. “You have to watch your weight, little brother, if you’re going to fit in those bikinis you want for the summer.” The waitress snickered as she left them—and stopped at one of the tables filled with girls to pass on what she’d heard.

 

There was a burst of laughter from that table and the girls all began staring and pointing. Finally, one of them got up and came over to Angel, Dahlia, and Candy. “Pardon me,” she said to Candy, giggling, “but aren’t you Angel’s brother, Kenny?”

 

Angel glared at her in mock anger. “Not Kenny—Candy. And he’s not my brother anymore—he’s my sissy.” 

 

The girl’s giggles turned to outright laughter. “Candy! His name is Candy!”

 

Angel decided it was time to really turn up the humiliation for her feminized sibling. “Candy is dandy,” she said to him and watched as he sank back into his girlish trance state. “Go over to that table, curtsey sweetly, and tell them all exactly what happened this morning.”

 

Candy rose and minced to the other table. He paused, grasped the hem of his skirt on each side, and dropped to a deep curtsey. Still holding that pose, he said, “This morning my sister caught me breaking the rules and turned me into a submissive little plaything. I am Candy, a male lesbian sissy.” The girls erupted in laughter once more and Candy rose, blushing with embarrassment, and returned to Dahlia and Angel.

 

“Oh, are you shamed and embarrassed, my pretty sissy brother?” Angel asked. “Good—all sissies should experience such things.” Just then, she noticed the high school girls leaving. “Oh, what a shame, your…admirers…are going.”

 

But moments later, the waitress came to their table. “One of those girls asked me to give you this, honey,” she said, handing a slip of paper to Candy…but Angel took it first and read it aloud: “I think you’re just delicious. Call me—484-555-9876.” She smiled at her brother. “Why, Candy—only your first day as a sissy, and you get a mash note!”

 

The trio soon returned to Angel and Candy’s home and after a bit more play, Dahlia made her farewells. Shortly after that, Angel’s phone beeped with a text message. “Oh! Mom and Dad are coming home early—they will be here tomorrow evening…and Mom says she’s got a surprise for us. She’s going to reveal Dad’s sissy self!” She looked at her feminized brother. “Won’t she be surprised to find out she has two sissies in the house now!”

 

She glanced at her watch. “Bedtime, Candy. I laid out a nightie for you in your room. Speaking of which, it’s far too masculine  in décor. Mom and I will have to work on that.” Candy went obediently to his room and found the delicate baby-doll nightgown Angel had selected. He put it on and then went to present himself to her. “Yes, that’s just the look a lezzy sissy should present at bedtime…well, except for one thing.”

 

She went to her nightstand and produced a shiny object. “Lay face down on the bed, Candy, and put your lovely bottom in the air. We have to start training you to be pegged, so I’ll be stretching your ass-pussy with one of these every night.” She lubed the penetrator and gently slid it into him. “Feel that, Candy? That’s the feminine feeling of being filled! Now, roll over.”

 

He complied and found himself staring at her mesmeric eyes. “Candy is dandy,” she said and he fell into trance. “Go to sleep and dream of serving your lesbian mistresses. Get aroused and horny. I expect an enthusiastic response in the morning.”

 

 TO BE CONTINUED