enTRANSed: April 2024

Monday, April 29, 2024

Five Days to Sissy

MONDAY

Alan woke up and found a note on his dresser, beside a small pink box. “Your journey has begun. By Friday, you will have a new life” the note read. He opened the box and discovered a pair of panties—girl’s panties, pink, with ruffles and bows…and another note: “Strip to the skin, put on these panties and then come see me in my boudoir—Stepmother.”

In the six months since his father had remarried, Alan had learned it was useless to argue with his stepmother. She thoroughly dominated his father and was determined to do the same to Alan. Blushing all over, he did as instructed, and found that the feel of the silky panties on his bottom and genitals was quite pleasant…and more than a little arousing. He struggled to hide his erect cock as he walked down the corridor to his stepmother’s room. He knocked and waited for her to reply. “Do come in, Alan, dear,” she called.

As he entered, she sat up in her luxurious bed, wearing a negligee that did little to conceal her voluptuous form, which only increased Alan’s arousal. He walked in cautiously, careful to keep his hands over the bulge at his crotch. “Oh, stop it, Alan,” his stepmother scoffed. “I know perfectly well how those panties affect you. After all, you’ve been stealing mine for the past month!” Alan gasped and started to protest, but she simply continued. “You thought I didn’t know? Darling, nothing happens in this house I don’t know about. The laundress reported finding my scanties in your hamper weeks ago!”

She stretched languorously, which merely made her superb breasts more obvious. Reaching for a bell, she summoned her maid. “Violet, you will find a selection of underwear in the bottom drawer of my dresser. Pack them up and move them to the drawer where Master Alan keeps his underwear. You may dispose of those masculine items, as Alan will no longer need them.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the maid replied, tittering with laughter. Violet glanced at the young man, clad only in the frilly pink knickers. “I hope you keep Master Alan dressed just like this from now on,” she said, smiling.

“This is how Alan will dress each morning, Violet,” his stepmother answered. “I will direct you each day on the clothes to lay out for him…but he will remain in only panties until I have decided on his attire. For today, find the lavender shirt and the very tight jeans in his wardrobe and lay them on his bed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the maid said, and exited, snickering.

“Really, Stepmother, “ Alan pleaded, “what will Father say when he comes home from his trip and finds me like this?”
“Nothing, dear,” she replied. “He already knows all about my plans for you—and more. Now, go get dressed…you’ll be late for school.”

Oh, god—school! Alan thought. How will I explain all this?

Saturday, April 20, 2024

Knick Knack, Paddlewhack

A Sissy Annie Story

It was a busy Saturday afternoon at the mall and, as Holly and Annie passed Build-A-Bear, Annie tugged on her Mommy’s arm, saying, “Please let’s go in…just to look around…please!”

Holly smiled and agreed, adding, “Yes, of course, but you must follow all the rules!”

“Oh, yes, Mommy, I will,” Annie replied and skipped into the store. There was a birthday party in progress, but the manager immediately recognized two of her best customers and came over to greet them.

“Hello, Ms. Holly,” she said, “How nice to see you! And you, Annie—how is my favorite little girl?”

“Oh, no, Miss,” Annie protested, “I am not a little girl; I am an obedient little sissy wanker!” She curtseyed and blushed, feeling her little nubbin twitch.

“My, my, you certainly are,” the manager agreed. Just then, Annie’s presence caught the attention of the little girls at the party and they and their mothers came over to meet her. Annie smiled and curtseyed to each of them, handing one of her cards to each of the lovely mothers. The ladies gathered around Holly, full of questions about her unusual charge, such as “My son is such a brat, could be successfully sissified?” or “My little boy always wants to try on his sister’s dresses—should I let him?”

Holly gave them advice and then Annie tugged at her arm again. “Mommy, come see the new plushie they have!” Holly excused herself and followed Annie to the display. It featured a four-foot-tall teddy, dressed in an elaborate ball gown. “Can we buy one, please, Mommy?” Annie looked at the price tag and blanched.

“Oh, I’m afraid not, honey, it’s much too expensive!” she explained. Annie began to plead and whine, behaving like a spoiled child, denied what she thinks is her due. Holly was having none of it, not in front of all these ladies and their daughters. She brought Annie to a chair, reached into her bag and produced the paddle. She laid Annie over her knees, pulled up the hem of her skirt to reveal her frilly ruffled panties and began to paddle her, right there before the whole store! The mothers smiled at seeing the sissy punished for the ill behavior, and the little girls laughed and giggled and pointed at Annie’s childish panties.

It wasn’t long before Annie was crying, kicking her legs and saying she was sorry. But Annie could also feel her humiliation growing and her nubbin getting stiff; as usual, such humiliation was arousing to her and only made her long for more of it. When Holly felt it had gone on long enough, she let the little sissy stand and face the group. Annie curtseyed and apologized, saying, “I am so sorry for interrupting your party this way, but I am just an obedient little sissy wanker and I can’t help it!”

The girls and their mothers applauded and Annie felt her humiliation and arousal rise again. “Mommy, may I show them my prissy sissy panties?” she asked.

“Yes, you may, dear,” Holly answered, and Annie proudly pulled up the front of her dress, so that the evidence of her arousal was visible to all.

After a few more minutes, the manager said, “I’m afraid it’s time for the party to end,” and girls and their mothers drifted off. She turned to Holly. “Thank you so much for the delightful entertainment! Give me your address and I will see that one of the new Princess Bears is sent to you, free of charge.”

Annie curtseyed once more to the manager and said, “Thank you, Miss…I am an obedient little sissy wanker!”

THE END

For more about Annie, click here.