Miranda’s Sissification Makeover Mayhem
Miranda strutted down the sidewalk, her sleek legs glistening in the summer sun. The 35-year-old divorcée was headed to her neighbor’s house on a mission – to humiliate and debase the 20-year-old son.
After a few drinks last week, Miranda and the boy’s mother, Barbara, had gotten chattier than usual. Over a bottle of pinot grigio, Barbara confided in her good friend about her son’s pathetic life – the lack of a love life, his absent father, his immaturity. Well, this gave Miranda an idea…
When Miranda arrived at the house, young Tommy answered the door, his shaggy hair mussed and his shirt stained with God knows what. “Oh honey, I’m so glad you’re here,” Miranda purred, slipping past him into the house. “Mom left a list of chores for you to do this weekend. For starters, the kitchen is a mess!”
She turned to face him, her eyes roving over his baggy clothes and rounded stomach. “First things first, sweetie. You need a haircut, a shave, and a feminine makeover.”
There was a gentle knock at the door. “Come in,” Tommy called weakly. Miranda entered, her arms laden with bags and boxes. “Oh my,” she clucked, shaking her head at his near-naked form. “Let’s get you dressed like a proper lady, shall we?”
She began to pull out frilly dresses, fishnet stockings, lacy bras and panties. Tommy protested, but Miranda tutted. “You can and you will, dearie. Now hold still, I need to wax.” And with that, she got to work transforming him from clueless slob to obedient, feminized toy.
“Now you’re looking like a proper little fucktoy,” she whispered with a smile. “And for every misstep, I have… consequences.”