Becoming Sissy Noel

Acceptance

As I saw them approaching together, my mind began to race. 'Oh God, I guess they are in on this together. What are they gonna do to me.' I tried to imagine all the humiliating things they could do to me and as I did my little sissy clitty began to jump with excitement in my panties.

They approached me side by side, Kyle walking with his hand on Sandra's ass.

"Hi there sissy Noel!" Sandra teased. "Jerk any guys off while you were waiting?"

"N-no Sandra." Kyle slapped me mercilessly across the face.

"You call her Mistress bitch."

"I'm s-sorry! No I didn't Mistress."

"Tsk tsk, sissy that's not what I like to hear. Maybe it's because you're dressed like a boy. A sissy girl like you can't possibly feel comfortable in clothes like that. Come on let's get you changed."

Sandra grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the door while Kyle followed behind. Right as I climbed the front steps he gave me a hard slap on the ass. It stung badly even through my pants and I cried out in a girlish squeal.

"Bitch." Was all he said after.

Soon Sandra had me in her room. She told Kyle to wait outside while she got me ready. 'Ready for what?'

"Okay Sissy, first things first, strip for me."

"But... But, you're right here and I..." I kept my eyes on the ground as I stuttered in shame. It was an unusual burst of defiance from me, but I just couldn't bear to strip naked in front of my crush like this.

"Aww, sissy I don't care about seeing you naked. I already saw your sissy clitty yesterday, or at least what there was to see for such an embarrassing little prick. I don't see you as a man Noel, I never did. You're just a sweet, precious, obedient, little sissy aren't you?"

"I-I guess so Mistress."

"Don't guess so, know so. I mean would a normal guy wear panties? Would a normal guy jerk his bully off all over his dick and leave it there? Would a normal guy show the entire school his cum-soaked panties and then start to get a hard on? I don't think so, Noel, I think you act all bashful and ashamed when we humiliate you, but on the inside you love being a weak, submissive, feminine, little sissy whore."

My face felt like it was burning up and my eyes were glued to my feet. 'She can't be right. She can't. Could she? Am I enjoying this? No.'

"I mean otherwise why are you so easy and compliant? You almost never put up any resistance to the degrading things we ask you to do. In fact, your clitty gets hard most of the time. I even caught you doing twirls in that dress I lent you when you didn't think anyone was looking. How can you say that you're not a sissy?"

There was a short silence. She was right. 'I am a Sissy.' My clitty began to stiffen again in my panties. I felt a sense of relief and said it in my head again. 'I am a Sissy.' I peered up at Sandra. She seemed to be looking at me with an air of expectation.

"I am a Sissy," I said out loud.

"Eeek!" Sandra squealed in delight. "Say it again slut!"

"I am a Sissy."

"What are you?"

"I'm a Sissy Mistress."

"Good girl! Now strip for Mistress so we can get you all dolled up."

I quickly complied. In fact I was excited now. I wanted to get all dolled up. My erection was still going and I felt a pang of self-consciousness as I pulled down my panties and exposed it. I think Sandra could sense this.

"Aww, what a cute little stiffy you have there Noel," she flicked the tip of it and I squealed like a girl. "You're such a sensitive little sissy." She flicked it again and I squeaked. "So cute."

She turned to face her closet and began to rummage through. I stood waiting in excited anticipation. 'What is she gonna pull out for me? I hope it's something pink.' Soon she had emerged, holding out some of the absolute cutest clothes I had ever seen.