The Sissy (Micro-Fiction)

I wrote this as an experiment. There's no diapers involved, just a very short story about a sissy transformation. I hope you enjoy it, but if not, think of it as bonus content that doesn't interrupt the normal posting schedule. :D

The mistress stalked around him, fingers tracing around his shoulders, watching him shudder at her very touch. “You know what I think?” 

“W-what?” he trembled, shying away from her touch. For such a big, burly man, he was putty in her hands. 

“I think you need a little makeover.” 

He shook his head, trying to step away, but with a snap of her fingers, he froze, giving her time to look him up and down with a keen eye, choosing her spell carefully. 

Waving her hand, she released the magic. 

Instantly, his stubble faded and his hair grew, and within moments, his whole face began to change. It was still recognizably him, but his face grew softer, rounder, and his eyes blurred slightly as they looked into her own.

Bands appeared around his hair, creating two ponytails that fell down to his shoulders. 

And that was only the least of it. 

Muscled arms grew slender, light, and elegant. His legs didn’t become any narrower, but muscle and hair turned to smooth skin, and as his height began to recede, the extra weight settled in his hips and ass. 

He began to whimper, and his voice was an octave higher than it had been, but the mistress wasn’t done just yet. With one more flick of the wrist, she touched his chest, and from nothing, breasts suddenly swelled, ballooning out with such force that they burst the buttons of his shirt. 

It was just as well that the shirt was broken, because with another wave of her hand, his clothes suddenly flew from his body, pants jerked off him with speed and force that dropped the sissy boy onto his suddenly ample butt. 

“H-hey!” he squealed, shrill and feminine. 

She gloated down at him. Naked as he was, sitting V-legged on the ground, his maleness was still plainly obvious. Feeling merciful, she snapped her fingers again to clothe him, but his plain work clothes were replaced with a shirt too small to be buttoned over his breasts, a skirt barely two inches long, and a pair of panties that squeezed tightly against his bulging manhood. 

“Good to see you’re enjoying yourself,” the mistress teased, crouching so she could tickle the outside of his silken panties. “Just one more thing.” 

Reaching into her pocket, she produced a pair of thick-lensed glasses with red rims, placing them on his face. He blinked twice, his vision focusing once more.  

Smirking at the sissy on the ground, the Mistress said, “Now, that’s more like it.”