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Forced into sissy maid training

sissy maid training

I caught you again, you little asshole. Stealing my panties so you can jerk off in them. You wanna be a girl so bad. I’ll make you one. I toss a pair of panties at you as you whimper, your hard dick softening. “You’re not going to need that hard-on. Mommy has big plans for you.” I grin. “Now put this on.” I hand you a frilly dress with pink ruffles. “No, Mom, please.” you beg. “No sir, mister. I told you that my bedroom was off limits and you disobeyed me for the last time. It’s time for your punishment.” I giggle as you don the sissy dress, your long skinny legs all hairy. I march you to the bathroom and shave them, along with your balls. You are crying now. “Better quit that bawling. It’ll smear your mascara.” I sit you down at my vanity and apply some garish make-up. Foundation, bright pink blusher, and blue eye shadow. I fluff your hair and spray it stiff with hairspray. You look like a drag queen.

“Follow me.” I order. I take you out to the front porch and point at a chair. “Sit.” I hand you a large sign written in bright colors. “I steal Mommy’s panties so she made me into a girl.” Just then several teens walk by, including your crush. They point at you and laugh as they take pics. “I just made you famous, sweetie. Bet you won’t be stealing anymore of my things.” I’m still laughing as I walk inside, leaving you on the porch to face your shame.

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