Monday, July 27, 2020

Sissy Situations I



The sound of chirping wildlife eased Brody out of his slumber. His eyes flickered open and closed, as visions of green leaves and trees came into focus. Groaning, he sat up sluggishly, rubbing his eyes and breathing slowly. “What the hell?” he griped, moving his hands to his forehead to aid in the throbbing headache. “Where am I?” 

His eyes still fluttered open and closed, but he was starting to get a grip on where he was; in the middle of nowhere.  Plantlife sprouted freely all around him, the trees diluting the sun’s rays from reaching the dirty ground below. Squirrels ran around collecting food, with the birds above chirping above, offering visual support in their animal language. The lack of human actions led Brody to safely assume he was dropped off in the middle of a forest. 

Sitting up fully, he took a deep breath and noticed a new weight on his chest.  He felt the newfound weight restrict the heaving of his chest up but fall lazily down when he exhaled. For the first time since he woke up, Brody looked down at his chest, which bore something new; female breasts. He didn’t have a straight view down like before, rather it was obscured by a pair of breasts that snuggled comfortably in a white bra. Brody sat there frozen at first, not knowing what to do. Was he in a dream, or was this real? Testing out his thoughts, he moved his chest side to side, and the breasts moved fluidly with his movements. Slowly the whole picture came into play. He was wearing a gray dress that hugged his body, currently showing off his private parts as his legs curled up in a sit-up position. He wore brown sandals on his feet, that seemed to offer no walking support, preferably a fashion choice. 

“What is this?” he asked himself, taking his left hand and touching his breasts. They felt real; the skin on skin interaction left Brody feeling something as his hand slowly groped his breast. These were real breasts. If he had these then… His hands rushed down to his crotch, where he tapped lightly on his dick. A wave of relief swept over him as he confirmed he still had his special bits, but he touched once more, feeling a metal frame by his crotch. Taking a deep breath, he pulled up the black knickers and saw he was wearing a stainless-steel chastity belt. He let the knickers snap back into place and lowered his dress a bit as he sat on the dirty ground, surveying his surroundings for any answers. What was going on?

After a few moments of looking around his environment, he found his answers. A note nailed to a tree to his left contained a messaged, addressed to Brody. 

“Good morning/afternoon sunshine. After countless requests and refusal to stop verbally harassing fellow female classmates, the MTFRPC decided to intervene and to teach you a lesson. You’re currently in the middle of the woods, but a hiking trail is nearby. You have until sundown to get back to the parking lot, to unlock your manhood. Failure will result in you living life as a girl until we contact you again for a second chance. Better hurry up princess, cause your sissy ass looks great in that dress. (Lipstick mark in the corner).”

“MTFRPC?” he questioned. “A lesson?” While the note provided answers, in his stupefied state, Brody comprehended very little. “What do they mean unlock my manhood?” 

What he did comprehend was, the author of this note sounded serious about their threats. He needed answers, and maybe if he found this mysterious organization, he could get some answers. Tucking the note in between his new breasts, something he’d seen girls do multiple times, he made his way through the thick brush towards what he thought might be a clearing. The branches snapped as he stepped on them, and in retaliation, they scrapped against his exposed flesh. Some of the trees whipped back up, lifting his dress on many occasions, leaving the embarrassed Brody to push it back down, his face red from embarrassment. His assumption was correct, and after some exploration, he came across a dilapidated concrete walk-way. It extended, what seemed endless, in both directions. Looking above, he could see the sun was right above him, or around noon. Sunset was in a few hours, and with what seemed like an endless path, in both directions, he had to decide. 


“Do I go left?” he asked, to himself looking down the path. “Or do I go, right?” 


The End?



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