Sissy Awakening Ch. 01

Throwing on pants and workshirt I felt slightly strange wearing the rough material. Stepping out into the hall I said goodbye to Sarah as I made my way to work. Leaning in to kiss her she turned her head and offered only a cheek.

"Have a good day at work sissy." She said to me as she turned away and continued playing on her phone.

Stepping out the door I noticed my new hairstyle pulled irritatingly at my scalp. And the flyway bits of hair from the braid tickled my neck making me feel like I had bugs crawling on me. Looking in the mirror of my work truck I remember I still have eye makeup on and butterflies raced through my stomach. I wish I could just call in sick, and go to bed for the day! Not knowing what to do, I place the truck in reverse and back out the driveway. Maybe if I ignore it, I won't have to deal with it.

Arriving at work, filled with fear, I got out and started my day. I immediately noticed the stares and hushed discussions going on around me but tried to ignore it best I could. Being a foreman, I have several guys who work directly below me so meeting with them was met with obvious questions. For all these guys, just 16 hours ago I looked quite different! Some asked me if I was gay, others if I wanted to be a girl, one if I'd lost a bet or something. I liked that so yeah. For them... I'd just lost a bet. I hoped that would stop their interest in my changed appearance.

By the time lunch rolled around, I crashed in my truck and just passed out from the exhaustion. It'd been more than 30 hours since i'd slept. Sleeping in a truck can be rough but not that day. I was out like a light.

An hour and a half later, I woke up with a huge kink in my neck not feeling nearly as rested as I'd have liked to, and knowing I'd overslept by an HOUR. I'd have to work late to make up my time.

6:pm arrived slowly and painfully. Ten minutes before quitting time I got several texts from Sarah.

"Where are you?"

"Why aren't you home?"

"You are going to be late! I've set up a spa appointment for 6:30!"

"Call me ASAP!"

I called Sarah right out of the gate leaving work. I didn't know what the problem was. I've worked late lots of times before.

"Hey, sis, why aren't you home! I've got an appointment for you at the spa! You're going to have to just go right there!" She blurted out.

"I'm sorry dear... I didn't know. I took too long at lunch and had to make up the time. Where is the spa at?" I asked.

"I'll send you a pin. Hopefully you make it there on time, or there might be consequences!" She said hanging up the phone.

Moments later my phone pinged the location and I was on my way to a spa.

"You have arrived at your destination." My phone said as I parked in front of a nondescript tan building with the address numbers mounted over the door.

Stepping in at 6:29 I was right on time. At exactly 6:30 a tall woman walked through the door in front of me. She was beautiful. Her dark brown hair fell across her shoulders in shiny waves of loose curls. Her makeup was done as someone might expect a female executive in a high rise office to wear. Her tight grey dress shimmered wherever it was stretched across her body. It accentuated her hips, and stomach muscles.

"Are you Sarah's girl?" She asked

I was a little taken back by what she called me. For over ten years, Sarah has been my girl, and now because I wore some lingerie, I've become her girl! Well... maybe it was more than just because I wore some lingerie I admitted to myself as I nodded a yes to the beautiful lady.

As she turned, opening the door and walking through, I stared at her ass. Wishing I could touch it as much as have one just like it. Her dress hides the point where her legs came together but not by more than an inch.

Stepping in the door behind her she immediately shut it, slapping me hard right across my cheek.

"Quit your staring sissy!" She yelled.

Grabbing my face I rubbed the redness from my cheek.

"I'm sorry" I weakly professed.

"You'll addresses me as mistress Devon, understood!" She said plainly.

"Yes mistress Devon." I said, lowering my eyes away from her intense gaze.

"Now strip. Clothing will be provided when clothing is needed, understood?" She asked.

"Yes mistress Devon." I replied, kicking my shoes off and dropping my pants.

"Oh goodie!" She exclaimed excitedly upon seeing me in panties.

"It's nice to see a sissy wearing panties!" She added.

"Follow me!" She said walking through another door.

Stepping behind her and into a brightly lit hallway. The sound of my naked feet slapped loudly as I walked only accompanied by the clicking of Mistress Devons high heel shoes on the shiny white floor.

"Sarah has purchased a level 1 transformation for you this evening. I hope you're ready! This is so exciting!" She said.

Walking down the hall behind this beautiful lady caused a mixture of emotions to run through me at the same time.

Arousal, she was sexy as hell and I wanted to fuck her just as much as I wanted to be her! I wanted to pin her to the ground and shove my cock deep into her pussy, as much as I wanted to take the cum from some hot young stud deep into my womb.

Lust, I wanted to own that woman, really own her. Tie her up and give her everything I had to give, while wanting to be owned by her at the same time!

Fear, and jealousy filled my mind when I realized I'd never be like her, I'd never truly experience a hard fucking as her! I could never be that pretty.

"Up on the table sissy!" She said to me.

"Yes Mistress Devon." I said, sliding onto the cold stainless steel table.

My skin shrieked at the cold and my penis shrank up into my throat. My Mistress for the night continued on toward some other duties and I remained on the cold table, alone. Only moments passed when two men in full latex body suits entered. Both seemed to be in peak physical condition and both wore a large cod piece covering their cocks. I was a little sad to not get a glance at my new friends dicks.

"Lay back on the table sissy." The cuter one said to me.

He stood a good 4" taller than the other. His dark hair was slicked back like Superman's, and he had a large square jaw with a nose like an arrow. He emanated masculinity and I was becoming aroused looking at his physique. The latex did nothing to conceal the bulges on his arms, or the large chest muscles over a well defined six pack. I wanted him to rip off that cod piece and fuck me right there! But no, the other one was all business. To say he wasn't as good looking wouldn't be fair. He was well muscled too but I didn't like the look of his face. He just seemed too soft for me. I'd have fucked him but if given the choice, I'd choose Superman every day.

Laying on the cold table, Short Stack rubs a warm oil around my pubic mound, into my balls, and around my taint. Working the oil into my taint I lifted my ass into the air to give him better access, and well, because it felt quite amazing. He then slipped a finger into my ass. I wasn't ready for that level of invasion from Short Stack and I clenched up while dropping my ass away from him. In a smooth feminine voice, Short Stack giggled and said,

"The poor girl is shy!"

Superman laughed as he turned with a pot of wax. I was embarrassed and wanted to crawl into a hole. He applied the wax to my taint, and stretched out portions of my balls straight up into the air, and applied some wax there too. I expected searing hot wax but was surprised by a warm tolerable feeling instead. Once the wax hardened Superman was ready to remove it. Gripping the end nearest my anus.

"Take a deep breath sissy." Superman said.

Right at the peak of my inhale, he ripped the cooled wax from my crotch, sending a serious pain up my back, down through my arms, legs, and out my mouth in the form of the most feminine shriek I'd ever heard pass my lips. I wasn't ready for that at all. Breathing hard, once again I was told to take a deep breath as another strip was removed from my testicles.

My entire mound was removed. All the hair on my balls were gone. No hair on my perineum, and every shred of hair had been ripped from both my ass and around my ass hole. All the way up my back and across my chest as well. And it all hurt.

Only giving me moments to rest, I was handed a pair of bright pink cotton panties and an unlined bra that had thin straps and a clasp closure at the back. The bra extended below where the cups should have been by maybe 3 inches. Putting the underwear on offered some protection and felt nice on my irritated skin.

I was ushered into another room, far more comfortable than the last. Sitting in a tan vinyl chair that resembled a lazy boy, I dropped my feet into hot bubbling water and encountered a nice looking twenty's something girl of ordinary beauty. That's not to say she wasn't beautiful. She just didn't need to do anything to shine a spotlight on herself. Her straight red hair fell across her freckled face with a warm loving expression and a slightly upturned button nose. I could love this girl if given the chance.

"Level 1 huh?" She asked me.

"Yes mistress." I replied.

"You can just call me Sandy." She said.

"What's your name sweetly?" She asked.

"Well, up until yesterday, everyone called me Sam, but now... I keep getting called sissy." I professed.

I started liking this girl even more, she seemed trustworthy. I had even forgot that I had been wearing a pair of pink panties and a bra when she placed the clamp on my right ear and slammed an earring through my earlobe. It wasn't the pain, but the sound that made me jump.

"Awe... did I hurt you?" She asked.

I felt a little humiliated, quite emasculated. She was treating me like a small child that needed protecting. I was a man! Or was I, I thought to myself when she pierced the other ear and I jumped again. Then she placed a small tube into my right nostril and immediately shoved a needle into the tube. Tears welled up in my eyes as she pushed the pink jeweled stud into my nose.

"Six weeks sissy, keep them clean and they'll heal nicely. Then you'll be able to wear some cute hoops!" She giggled.

Walking away, I admired her cute ass in the jeans she was wearing as I realized she called me sissy and not Sam.

A middle eastern woman came in and started rubbing my hands. That was the last thing I remembered before waking up seated in the lounge of the spa. Reaching up to scratch my face, my fingernails extended beyond my fingertips a good three quarters of an inch and were shaped in a loose point, painted a blinding neon pink to match my toes.

I was mortified! What the hell happened while I was asleep! How could I go to work like this! Then I noticed what I was wearing. Someone had dressed me in what looked like a pair of thin white shorts with lace adorning the bottom hem and the pockets, that was sewn to a sleeveless top with the same lace appliqué across the chest. The material was so thin, I could still see the pink outline of the panties and bra I'd been put in earlier.

Driving home, I avoided all street lights, and even sat in my truck several moments before walking in the house, just to make sure none of the neighbors might see me.

Once inside, I called out for Sarah. But she wasn't home. So I bee lined straight for my new bedroom, fell across the bed... and slept.
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