Listen up, loser. Sit up straight, keep your knees together, and pay attention, because your transition into a pretty little thing starts right now. This Sissy Phone Chat is the only place where a pathetic guy like you can actually learn how to carry himself like a real girl. Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me… I can practically hear your masculinity crumbling from here, and honestly, it’s about time.
You’ve spent far too long being a clumsy, hairy mess, but I’m going to refine you into something soft, obedient, and pink. First of all, look at those hands. They’re gross. You need to start thinking about lace, floral scents, and the way a skirt swishes against your thighs when you walk. I want you to feel the weight of your new identity.
I’m teaching you total feminine surrender, and that means giving up every bit of control to a girl half your size. You aren’t a man anymore; you’re just my favorite little dress-up doll. When I tell you to put on those thigh-highs, you’d better do it with a smile, even if your hands are shaking because I’m being mean to you.
I’m petite, I’m gorgeous, and I’m a total brat, which means I know exactly how to break you down. I want you to feel small. I want you to feel that delicious sting of shame when I catch you acting too “tough.” There’s no room for toughness here, sweetie… only silk, ribbons, and the high-pitched “yes, Zuri” that I expect to hear every time I give you a command. You’re addicted to this, aren’t you?
The way I talk down to you while making you feel prettier than you ever thought possible. It’s a rush, feeling your old self disappear as you slip into something more… appropriate. Imagine me standing over you, tilting your chin up with one finger, and telling you how pathetic you look in that cheap wig. But then, I’ll fix it for you, and for a split second, you’ll actually see a girl in the mirror.
That’s the moment you surrender. That’s when you realize you belong to me. I’m going to be so mean about your clumsy walk and your deep voice until you’re trying your absolute hardest just to get a “good girl” out of me. You’ll be my perfect, girly-girl slut, obsessed with my approval and terrified of my pout. Now, be a good little sissy, go find some red lipstick, and wait for my next order. You have so much to learn, and I’m going to enjoy every second of ruining you.
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