Becoming Sissy Noel

Transformation

Sandra turned holding a number of different items. I could see what a few were, but not most. The most obvious was a pink satin ruched pencil skirt with two big pink satin bows on the front. The next was a thin white long sleeved crop top that said honey across the front in silver glitter.

"Here Sissy, take them, and spread them out on the bed."

I obeyed. Separating out the pile, I got a better look at the other items. There was a pair of 5-inch baby pink high heels with bows on the front. I also saw a pink Calvin Klein bralette that matched my panties. There was another pair of white thigh highs as well, these ones with white bows on the back. And finally there was a pink clutch purse with a rhinestone buckle. Once I had separated each item and laid them out, Sandra crept up behind me and grabbed me at the waist.

"Eeek!" I squeaked in surprise.

"You have the most feminine body Sissy, did you know that? I picked out this outfit for you last night. I want it to show of your curves. But first we need to fix a few things. Come on, follow me Sissy."

Sandra grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. She started running the water in the tub and then grabbed a pair of tweezers from a drawer. She beckoned for me to come over and I approached. She sat me down on the toilet and then grabbed my face with one hand.

"First I'm gonna shape your eyebrows while the bath fills up Sissy, so don't move your head. Sandra began plucking my eyebrows hair by hair forming them into smooth, feminine ridges. It hurt and at first it bothered me, but as it went on found that each tug brought on a feminizing rush as the pain slowly became addictive. Soon my little clitty was standing at attention.

"Aww, does little sissy Noel like being feminized? Isn't that sweet." She flicked the tip of my clitty and laughed as I let out a helpless yelp.

Once Sandra had finished she turned off the tub and had me get in. She handed me a razor and told me she wanted me smooth everywhere bellow the nose. By the time I finished the bath was cold and my legs had a couple of nicks, but the feeling of running my hands up my freshly shaven legs was intoxicating. Sandra looked on approvingly as I enjoyed them while drying off. She had me apply rose scented body lotion which made my legs and body feel softer and even more delicate. We then went back to the bedroom.

"Ok Sissy I want you to just put on the bra and panties for now. Don't worry Sissy, you'll get to wear the rest of the clothes in a bit."

I complied and slipped the bralette over my shoulders before I put my cum-coated panties back on.

"Good girl Sissy! You look soooo cute and dainty. Here," Sandra pulled out her phone. "Pose for me Noel."

I blushed at the suggestion but complied. I tried to strike some poses that I thought might be more feminine. A hand on the hip, pouty lips, and a few other things.

"Great job Sissy! You look like such a mean girl I love it. Now give me some more slutty one's. Stick your tongue out and frame your crotch with your hands. Just like that; stay still. Beautiful. Turn around sissy, I wanna see that ass. Good girl, now look back over your shoulder and make a surprised face like someone caught you doing something naughty."

I couldn't help but comply. In fact, it felt good to give in, to give up control. Posing and acting like a girl felt natural. I was even enjoying it and my clitty was certainly stiff. 'I am a Sissy!' I kept saying to myself as Sandra took ever more degrading photos of me. Soon I was on my hands and knees over her pink bed spread with my panties pulled down a little, spreading my ass cheeks to "show that tight sissy pussy for the camera," as Sandra put it.

After a few more shots, Sandra paused.

"What is it Mistress?" I asked nervously, secretly hoping our photo shoot wasn't over.

"I think we've got some good pictures for now. But I want to record a video of you next."

I felt my heart begin to race. "Okay Mistress what do you want me to do."

Sandra beamed at me. "Such a pliant little sissy you are. It'll be simple just kneel on the edge of the bed with your legs spread a bit and your hands on your hips."

I moved into the pose Sandra described.

"What a good little dolly." She lifted her phone. "Okay Sissy now I've got a short little song I want you to sing, it goes like this: One, two I'm a Sissy for you. Three, four just a little whore. Five, six I'll suck on your dick. Seven, eight blow your load in my face. Nine, ten I beg to do it again. Can you remember that for me Sissy?" I nodded meekly. "Good girl now sing your little song for the camera Sissy! Now." Snap.

As I began to sing my sissy song, a sudden wave of bliss overtook me. Everything about the situation felt right, felt natural. My smooth legs. My feminine demeanor. The bralette clinging to my chest and my little clitty straining in my cum-soaked panties. The submissive lyrics I was singing and the beautiful girl recording it all. I felt free and happy and tried to act as feminine as I could for the camera. Sandra had to cover her mouth to stifle her laughing from my performance. Once I finished the song I gave an impromptu kiss to the camera and a wave goodbye. Sandra lowered her phone.

"Oh my God Princess! You were perfect. SO adorable. All that preening you did for the camera? Very feminine. I could tell you really wanted to suck a dick. And the little kiss and wave at the end was super sissy-like I loved it."

I smiled, bashfully blushing and turning away.

"Th-thank you Mistress."

The butterflies had taken over my stomach and I was beginning to feel like a real sissy.

"You're very welcome Cupcake. Now let's get you dressed Sissy, you're almost ready for Kyle."

Kyle, I had forgotten Kyle was even there. A rush of excitement and anxiety hit me all at once. 'Ready for what? What is he going to do to me this time? I hope I get to suck his dick.' I began to put on the outfit Sandra had chosen piece by piece. First the pink skirt, then the crop top followed by the stockings and the pink heels. Next Sandra brought me to her vanity. She had me sit in the chair and began doing my make up, talking me through each product she used and what it's purpose was. Foundation, concealer, highlighter, blush, eye shadow, mascara, lip liner, and other stuff. The list went on and I tried to remember as much as I could. When Sandra was finished she turned me around so I could admire myself in the mirror. I was amazed to say the least, it was like she had completely reconstructed my face! It looked softer, rounder, and more delicate. My skin seemed smoother and I couldn't notice any of the imperfections I normally did. My lips had been painted a soft pink and appeared fuller. Sandra had given me a cat eye look as well with pink eyeshadow that matched my lips.

"Aren't you just darling Sissy? I think I did a great job, but there are a few final touches," Sandra walked excitedly back to her closet and brought out two more items. The first was was a long brown wig. The second was a baby pink leather collar with a steel loop on the front.

As I watched her place the wig on my head in the mirror, I felt as if my transformation were complete. Looking at myself, I couldn't even see the boy I was pretending to be just a few hours ago. All I saw was the delicate face of a passive little Sissy.

Finally, Sandra affixed the collar to my neck. As she was doing so I noticed a small silver tag hanging from the loop on the collar. I turned it with my hand and read it: SISSY NOEL followed by Kyle's phone number.

"Isn't it cute princess? You're now officially our little Sissy pet. Come on, I think you're ready for presentation,"  Sandra said with a devious smile.