Becoming a Sissy

Taking in a deep breath Mark once more tried to take stock of his situation, he now had an ass that matched the rest of his body. He could easily pass for a hair girl if not for the thing dangling between his legs. He wondered how much longer it would dangle there. He was sure he was becoming a bimbo. There was no doubt about it, with his curves he most likely was one of those whores that worked the red light district. Offering every hole for five dollars. Offering to allow them to cream pie her for twenty until her tummy grew taunt with a baby.

Mark had always wanted kids, he had dreams of a white picket fence and a wife that loved him. He would have two kids and would spoil them both. One boy and one girl was his dream. He would have a job that allowed him to do all those things. Those had just been dreams. They had been taken away from him shattered. His new reality was far from ideal, far from a dream like he thought waiting for the next change. Wondering what it might be.

Pulled from his thoughts he soon learned what was to come next, as the foam dripped onto his head. The foam spread out leaving his head tingling as he felt it run down his cheeks instinctively closing his eyes. The phallic arm in his mouth kept his mouth secure from the foam. He felt it run down over his eyelids down his cheeks.

Anywhere the foam touched tingled. When he felt it fall between his new breasts the sensation was magical. His nipples hardened and he moaned with his throat full. Sliding further down the tingle continued to excite him. The sensation reminding Mark of a warm handjob, slow and methodical. The pleasure building but not too quickly and instead of being focused in one place it was focused all over.

Then the foam slipped between his cheeks leaving them tingling his body naturally squirming rubbing the slick fluid between. Unable to help himself without an ounce of self-control. He felt the sensation of pleasure building all over as it cascaded down his legs. Anywhere the foam touched was more sensitive.

His skin glows in its wake as it finally slides down between his toes. Shortly followed by a stream of water, Mark felt the foam being washed away though the tingle remained, his skin feeling softer, refreshed and sensitive beyond anything he ever knew.

He tried to wrap his mind around wearing clothing with the way he felt. The very thought sent another shiver down his spine as he carefully opened his eyes.

He was startled by being met with a sight he hadn't expected. His body was hairless from tip to toe. There didn't look to be a single hair anywhere on him. His eyebrows were missing his hair on his head. The hair on his chest, nothing was left. Other than that new sensitivity he continued to feel. his skin looked amazing, he wanted to crease himself.

The second time that day he remembered his hands had been free this entire time. Then without a thought Mark creased his stomach squirming as he felt pleasure unending. His fingers worked their way up as he hefted his new mounds that rested on his chest. He could feel the warmth of them and the reality of their existence. He could feel how sensitive they had become.

When his hand brushed a nipple, he simply came unable to stop himself. His cock throbbing and exploding. The sensation left his cheeks red as he shook his head. What the heck was happening to him, what was he even becoming. He had never seen anything like this or heard of anything like this. The bimbos in the red-light district were not even this sensitive.

He didn't dwell on this as the cocoon continued its work, he watched as the chrome mirror in front of him showed something pushing up between his legs and he felt it sliding over his crotch cocooning his cock and balls. Then he felt his cock being manipulated inside its enclosure. He felt it being pushed in as a sharp prick was felt on his balls.

Blinking wondering if this was the moment he would become a woman. He waited and nothing happened other than he felt a tightness in his sack. Then he felt something cold pushed into him his penis shrinking back. Then a tightness that seemed to incase his balls. Followed by a sudden snap.

The snap took Mark completely by surprise as he felt something tight around his cock. He wondered what the snap could have been. The machine had been quiet, the only sounds had been the ones of body fluids splashing the floor and any sounds Mark had made. The machine would have been silent otherwise, which left Mark curious and worried.

Watching the cocoon pull away, Mark was left with a new surprise, one more shocking than any previous shocking moment thus far which was saying something. Mark's cock was still there but it was pushed almost taunt to his body. He knew at once what surrounded it, one of those micro cages, this one a pastel pink. Though he couldn't get a good look at it. He thought he knew what that pop was. It was a rivet that would lock the cage on him permanently.

He would be forever in chastity with his new hairless body. He now had an idea of what was being done. The thought was mortifying. He wasn't becoming a femboi that much was certain. He doubted he was becoming a bimbo though there was always that chance. No, his prospects had become much grimmer. He was becoming a sissy, a cute little submissive slut. One that would hang on his owner, masters, daddy's, mommy's every word. Do anything, be anything for them.

Shivering, he hardly had time to come to grips with this possible new reality as things started to happen quickly and fluidly. He felt the thick phalluses in his throat and ass suddenly start to move. Pulling themselves free leaving him feeling empty. They had almost become a comfort to him. He could feel his once tight little hole gaped as it slowly started to wink close.

His throat likewise felt empty and void, as he knew moving forward gag reflex would no longer be an issue clearing his throat. He took in a deep breath the first one he manage to take with ease before trying to speak.

"Mark you can just get through this, there is not much left, I am sure. I mean your already basically a freak you can do this."

Mark said to no one particularly only to himself. Watching, something seemed to be forming between his legs shiny and white. He swore it was panties and as they started to slip up his thighs his guess was correct. The material stretchy was pulled taunt between his cheeks leaving him with a wedgie even as the panties covered his backside. They reminded him least in the front like a bikini he had seen his sister wear to the beach. Plenty of coverage which left him confused.

Watching as another set of arms descended with what he assumed was the bikini top. He lifted his arms up letting it easily glide over his frame even if it was awkward. The machine quickly stuffing his oversized tits into the stretchy fabric as he whimpered and whined. The machines touch even enough to send shocks of pleasure through him. He felt his new caged cock leaked making the inside of his panties slick and wet.

Once that was done a new arm came forth from the wall and he watched as it sprayed his feet leaving them bronze and tanned. Understanding at once what was happening. He closed his eyes and even held his breath as the machine continued its steady march up.

The tan left him bronze and tingling even more, as he felt as though his skin had become more sensitive anywhere the bronze toner had been sprayed. The treatment was permanent and would make sure that even a crease would be enough to engage Mark. There would never be a dull non sensational moment for the boy. Though in time he would learn to mute some of the sensation.

Having finished spraying Mark down, the arm retracted and soon the panties and top were pulled from Mark's body leaving him with exquisite and very kinky tan lines. He was looking like a hairless valley girl from California, something he never thought he would mimic, but Mark had little time to admire the cocoon's handy work as it continued.

Mark soon felt something cold against his head as his scalp was covered. Thin injections started all over his scalp. Once the cold metal plate pulled away he could feel tingles then before long hair was growing out quickly rapidly thick tendrils of platinum blond hair that contrasted nicely with his lovely tanned skin.

Gasping Mark felt more like a barbie bimbo than a sissy, but there was nothing he could do about any of this. As he watched the changes continue in the chrome mirror. His anxiety had played itself out and it became acceptance. That didn't mean he was ok with the changes or even wanted them. Only meant he had accepted there was nothing he could do.

He wasn't even shocked or surprised as the mask covered his face, closing his eyes suspecting it was what was desired of him. He felt a multitude of things happening. He felt his lips poked and prodded. He felt his face becoming warm and stretched rubbed this way and that. He also felt as if his nose was pushed and flattened simply being reshaped slightly. While his brows were pricked over and over and his brow line adjusted.

He could feel something wet applied to his face, wondering what all the cocoon was doing. He felt it outline his eyes and paint over his eyelids. He could feel something wet painting his lips. The faint taste of cherry filling his mouth, he felt something also pressing towards his cheeks.

Then with a pop the plate was lifted from his face leaving him gasping. His makeup was flawless, and his new face looked like his sister only slightly older. He had a button nose, wet full lip combined with his amber honey-colored eyes, he looked gorgeous, and he could feel his cock trying to stir inside his small little cage. His lips looked so wet, so kissable he had to remind himself who he was.

Mark knew the machine had to be getting close to finished as he felt something encasing his fingers and toes. New longer permanent acrylic nails being affixed to his fingers. His toenails got a permanent coating of nail polish. He also felt his fingers being squeezed and straightened. He had no idea what was going on.

Then soon his hands had been freed, bringing one to his face he gasped. The nails were extremely long. They had to be at least an inch long. They had each been painted the same color as the cage that wrapped around his cock. He could only imagine how much this would hinder his mobility. That wasn't all, his fingers looked slimmer and daintier. They looked longer and felt more dexterous.

Mark's first thought was an impure one as he thought about how they might feel wrapped around the shaft of his cock stroking tugging. His new soft palms would be creasing his shaft and tip. The thoughts left him whimpering, struggling in his new cage as he chewed his lip lost in the thought.

Eyes firmly closed; Mark didn't see the final injection until it was too late. The needle pierced his throat and injected him leaving behind a tightness and burning sensation. Unsure of what had just happened. He watched as words flashed up in the chrome mirror, he watched all his changes happen in.

"Hello, my name is Sissy Mark and I am so happy to be a sissy slut."

He read the words out loud without even thinking as he felt his cheeks burn, his voice getting higher pitched and softer as he read. His vocal cords changed from the injection leaving him sounding like a cute little slut. The words he had spoken made him feel dirty. Though he least knew what was in store for him.

The collar that had been wrapped around his throat the entire time suddenly retracted the arm vanishing leaving him free for the first time. His shoulders and neck stiff as he stretched trying to work the sensations back into them. While also getting used to the jiggle and bounce of his new body.

Working the kinks out, he watched as an outfit was presented to him. The chrome mirror changed showing him how to properly put on his new garments. It instructed him to put the stockings on first, rolling them up his new thighs which he did. The materials squishing his thighs leaving muffin tops in their wake.

Next was the heels which he easily slipped his feet into taking a moment to get his balance he stood there. The modest 4-inch heels lifting and elevating him. While causing his ass to become even more perky. He could only imagine how much sway he would have in his walk. His backside swooshing side to side.

Fresh blush covering his cheeks. Embarrassed at being so feminine looking while also dressed so feminine. It was starting to become more than he could handle as he started to shake his embarrassment and anxiety returning. Doing his best to push them both down he looked at the final garment that he needed to put on.

It was a light pink dress. He slipped it over his head and tugged it down. He watched as it framed his new ample tits. The top of his areolas showing from the dress leaving him looking slutty and wanton. The tan lines fully displayed clashing nicely with the pink.

Taking in another breath he pulled the dress down as far as it would go, he could feel the tops of his cheeks exposed. He could feel that his little cage was hardly covered. That bending down at the waist would expose him completely. He would have to bend at the knee's to pick anything up.

The fact he didn't have any underwear on was so embarrassing. He understood part of being a sissy was being humiliated and slutty. That was why he wasn't even shocked as a collar appeared before him in the same light pink as the dress. The words on the front of it in bold light gold lettering read *Sissy*.

Placing it around his neck he took another deep breath, knowing that this humiliation had just started but was also almost over. There wasn't much more they could do to him, he thought. He was grateful he hadn't been tattooed or pierced. He saw a number of sissies in the wild that had plenty of body art and piercings. Though whoever ended up with him might decide to decorate and pierce his body. He had to remember it wasn't his body anymore.

The final changes started as the lights dimmed and the entire booth filled with spirals. Mark knew this was it, he wouldn't be heterosexual after this, he just be a cock starved sissy. A submissive boy thing that loved cock and getting their ass stuffed. Who would do whatever they were told. The thought filled him dread even as the spirals helped him relax.

His jaw dropping slightly open, his soft full lips parting. Leaving him looking like a whore waiting for her cock fix. Then the low rumble started filling Mark's head. Penetrating to the very marrow of his bones.

His brain started to feel like bubbles, each one a memory. He felt them pop, his goals, his ideals, his dreams, his desires. They seemed to all be slipping away and popping leaving him empty headed and giggling. Then the whispers started telling him how to fill those voids. How much he wanted to fill those voids. He understood everything so much more clearly.

Mark had always been nothing more than a cute little valley sissy. Growing up in California. He never wanted anything more than an easy life. He found that he adored and loved cock. He didn't care who it was connected to a man, women, something in between. White, Black, brown, any color of the rainbow. Long as it was a cock thick, hard and throbbing. He wanted it.

That wasn't all he understood that being humiliated being forced to dress slutty showing off his permanently caged little cock. They were all so exciting so was being fucked in public. Having his cute bussy filled with cum that would leak down his thighs so everyone could see. Perhaps even going out in public after a yummy facial.

That was something else, he loved the taste of cock and cum. He could never get enough of it. His tummy always yearned for cummies. He didn't care from who though, he could always be faithful if that was demanded of him. He wasn't a bimbo while his cravings and desires were important, he could oppress them.

That was something else, he understood he was a boy, he was a failed man. That was ok though because he never wanted to be a man. He would always go by he and him. It was part of that delicious torment that all sissy sluts craved.

Once he understood his place and his submission, the whispers started filling his head with new thoughts and ideas. Telling him how to cook clean, how to iron, and do laundry. He started to understand all the nuances of what was going on.

Then it filled his head with the routines he would need to keep his body in shape. The meals he would need, the exercise he would desire. Keeping his bussy in top shape was important. Then there was his new fashion since that seemed to take him completely and utterly.

He loved pinks and heels; he loved slutty clothing he loved going braless and pantie less. This was all re enforced. Once it had been pushed home. His brain completely written, the whispers tapered away, and the spirals stopped.

Leaving Mark to giggle and smile, the door of the cocoon slipping open silently. The two drones from earlier are still standing there unmoving, unwavering having not gotten commands since inserting him. Once the doors opened their new commands their new orders filtered thought to them.

Their twin visor screens flashing directions to Mark which he quickly read, without hesitation. He was to follow the two drones to the auction floor. He will be auctioned off as a sissy slut and would belong to the highest bidder.

This made his little sissy cock tingle as it leaked inside its little cage. He was more than excited to follow. The drones lead the way to his new life and existence. He couldn't wait to meet his new owner's cock.