At the Sex Party, I was going to do the Sissification of my straight friend in front of everyone! Years earlier, he’d made a comment about wearing panties and I stored the information in my head, pulling it out at just the right moment; at a sex party in front of all my sexy friends.

Sissification of My Straight Friend!

I had my friend’s arms outstretched and began dressing him.

He kept trying to move instead of standing still, trying to leave the room. Everyone coached him as I got him dressed.

“Purse your lips!”

“Push your hips out.”

“Wiggle your ass!”

And I had to ask everyone to wait until I was finished, then we would have him model for us. I swear, as embarrassed as he already was, he turned 3 shades deeper red. I just laughed.

On went the bra with DD breast forms.


Then a garter belt. Putting the stockings on him was a chore because I had to keep telling him to point his toes for me. (And you know, men do not grow up pointing their toes like sissies do!) Once I got the black stockings up with only one small run in them, I attached them to the garter belt. Already, SHE looked yummy. (One simply cannot call someone with DD tits a “he” anymore!)

Sissification of a Sissy

Then it was time for the tight, tight, 2 sizes too small, stretchy black dress. She balked and bitched and moaned and I had to keep telling her to shut her mouth already. Clearly there was no going back. Once I had that ultra-snug dress on her (that showed the bottom of her pretty panties!), I pulled out her heels. I kept them a lower height of 3-inches so she didn’t end up with crutches at the end of the evening, but even still, she told me she had never ever put on a pair of heels ever, even as a kid. I told her, “Today’s your day!”

A girlfriend and I helped my new sissy into the bathroom where we sat her down in front of the mirror and trashed up her face deliciously. Red cheeks (“since you’re so embarrassed already,” I said), dark liquid eyeliner, smudgie brown and gold eyes, false eyelashes (yes, I even brought false eyelashes!) and to top it all off; whore red lipstick.

Flaunting a Sissy

After she was dressed, I held her hand as she tromped (literally clunked) around the hotel rooms until she had her sea legs (heel-legs?) and could let go of the rope and allow her to wander alone. It was not long before she was swishing and swaying her hips, toasting the party-goers with her champagne glass and holding model-like poses for the different groups of naked people having sex.

Next time?

Alllll night long, I made references to my very straight male friend dressed to the sissy slut nines learning to suck cock. She was horrified every time. “No no no no no! I can’t do that!” I alluded to the idea that next time we got her dressed, she would, most definitely really be my sissy slut.

And suck that dick for me.