Sissy Assignment 1

Time to start a new series. Since many of you visiting are budding sissies I’ve decided to start a sissy assignment series. Consider it a sissy challenge for those this close to making the jump. By the time the series is done you will walk into a TG Incorporated office of your own free will to complete the transformation process. (Yes, TG Inc. type companies exist today.)

This series will have an installment about once a week until I transform you into a full-fledged sissy. It is important you follow the directions exactly. Trust me, when I am done with you you will look exactly like a girl, prim and proper. The best way to full sissyhood is to take small steps and make them natural.

Are you ready for your first sissy assignment? Great! Today is the obvious first step. You need panties. You need to wear panties. Here is what you will do. You will buy 10 pairs of panties, one for each day of the week and a few extra for when you do laundry. Buy the panties at a local department store. Ask the prettiest sales girl to help you. Measure yourself so you get comfortable fitting panties. If you are too much of a sissy you can buy the panties from Amazon, but you will miss the thrill of buying panties in public.

Once you have your panties, do NOT wear them! Put them in your dresser drawer for two days. Then, on day three, remove your disgusting boy underwear, and put on the sexiest pink panty you own. You can keep the disgusting boy underwear for a while yet, but don’t think you’ll ever wear anything other than panties ever again.

You will wear panties 24/7 until the next sissy assignment. Do not take a shortcut. Wear panties to bed, to work, everywhere. Wear a clean new panty every day. Ready? You better be. Soon you will be a girl, like me. I can’t wait for you to join my team, sissy. I think you will find panties more comfortable than anything you ever wore before.

Sell What You Have

Here is another goodie from the vault of Krazy Kay.

Bedlam

Anon asked me yesterday if I would add the text within the image captioned. Once upon a time I did just that but felt some people would not like some of the image covered in words. So today I bring back a classic from Kay's archives. Here we have the first TG caption I ever did. In hindsight it wasn't too bad. I rather like it.

Borrowed Panties

Horny Girlfriend

Girls have an advantage over guys; they can keep up the action all day long, whereas a guy is one and done, if y’all know what I mean. Jake’s girlfriend, Marie, complained the loudest. She was insatiable. Once was never enough. Finally Marie had had enough. She demanded Jake stay focused on her. Jake complained she was just a horny girlfriend.

One Sunday afternoon Jake did his pleasant duty and then settled down to watch the game. Marie was having none of it. She brought her man a cold beer laced with nanobots she bought on the black market. By half-time Jake was as insatiable as Marie.

Marie did not mind snuggling up to a woman and Elise (the old Jake) would do just fine. Elise was happy too. She could, for the first time, keep up with Marie. Fourteen hours later Elise enjoyed the clothes Marie gave her. The high heel boots were the best. Marie took Elise outside for a couple of photos for the family album. No more one and done for Elise.

Turn the Paige

Purchasing TG dust requires a permit and a background check. The government feels TG dust is too dangerous to be unregulated. Floyd’s neighbors are a prime example of why TG dust needs to be restricted.

A windstorm blew part of Floyd’s roof off and into his neighbor’s yard. It took the insurance company a few days to get contractors to remove the debris. The delay caused Floyd’s neighbor to become bitter at Floyd even though there was nothing Floyd could do about it.

His neighbor started to plot revenge. He found TG dust on the black market and pumped it into the ventilation system of Floyd’s home. Unaware of what was to befall him when he got home, Floyd walked right into the trap. After washing up he took a nap before dinner. When he woke up his whole world had changed.

Floyd had the last laugh, however. What his neighbor didn’t know was that Floyd took every opportunity he had to cross-dress. He had plenty of outfits to choose from for his new body. Floyd enjoyed a light dinner and then planned a night out on the town as Paige.

When the pleasant evening was over, Paige checked her ventilation system to see if any TG dust residue remained. Luckily there was. She carefully gathered the remaining TG dust and placed it where the ventilation system of her neighbor’s home would suck it in when it turned on. Looks like the neighbor will have more to be bitter about. He can always borrow a dress from Paige. She has plenty.

Sissy Challenge

Randy had a secret so well hidden even his family did not know. Whenever opportunity arose Randy took the chance to cross dress. Nothing big, mind you. He might wear a pair of panties to work or pantyhose under his slacks. A few times he went all out and spent a whole day dressed as a woman in a hotel room.

As luck would have it, Randy ran across a book of sissy assignments. Just reading the progression to full femdom made him rock hard. He allowed time for his manhood to settle down, then bought the book. At home he read the book beginning to end. He started to sweat with excitement; he would do it.

The first week he had to wear panties all day, all the time; even to work. Pantyhose was added the next week. Then the challenge demanded a full body shave. By week four he was in a bra, too. It went too far so fast he was addicted. By week 16 he was impossible to tell apart from a real woman. There was only one magical challenge left; a full transformation. TG Incorporated was willing to help. Magic panties did the trick; Randy is now Roxanne.

And since you are reading this story you must be a sissy, too. Your first assignment is to buy a week supply of panties, put one on and shred all the boy underwear you have. There is no going back. And for week two you will. . . 

Nanobot Surprise

“Stop it, Marie,” Brad laughed as the tainted water hit him causing his skin to tingle.

“I’m a lesbian, Brad. I still love you, but you need to change teams.” Marie kept spraying Brad until the bottle was empty.

“It tickles.” Brad went from laughing to giggles. He didn’t notice the changes the water made at first. Then it hit him as he noticed his chest. “Wha…”

Marie answered the question on Brad’s face. “Nanobots.” She held up the water bottle and moved it back and forth with her hand. “Now we can have a life together.”

“But…” Brad was at a loss for words. He swallowed hard and finally whispered, “You could have asked me first.”

“I didn’t want to take a chance, honey. Besides, when I saw what you would look like I got so hot I couldn’t control myself.”

Brad looked his body over and decided it was acceptable. “I’ll need a new name.”

“Already taken care of. You are Sara.”

Brad nodded. “Sara? That’s a nice name. Why Sara?”

“Because a woman named Sara introduced me to love with a woman.”

“So, where do we go now?” Brad was still confused.

Marie took Sara by the hand and led her into the house and into the bedroom.

The One That Got Away

Mike was putting away the last of his paperwork before closing the bank when terrorists stormed the bank. As bank manager it was his responsibility to protect the bank and its employees. They were trained to cooperate with bank robbers and let the police handle the situation: heroes in a bank robbery were usually dead heroes.

The terrorists pulled Mike from the employees when they discovered he was the manager. They demanded he open the safe. He told them the safe was on a timer and couldn’t be opened until the designated time. The terrorists started pushing Mike around when they learned he was the one who tripped the silent alarm.

Police surrounded the building. The terrorists didn’t care; they had a few tricks up their sleeve. When the terrorists stormed the bank they rolled in a large rectangular box. When the police didn’t meet their demands the terrorists said they would make an example Mike.

Mike tried to talk the terrorists out of hurting him. Without a word they pushed Mike into the box. The walls were smooth inside the box. Mike heard an increasing whir as the machine approached whatever it was programmed to do. Mike jumped from the loud crack.

The door opened and Mike stepped out. He looked down and saw his new body wearing a bra and panty only. The terrorists handed Mike a note. “You give this to the police. It will prove who you are, Becky, the bank manager, and that we mean business. Tell them, if our demands are not meet in the next ten minutes another man will be sent out like you.” The police met the terrorist’s demands in less than three minutes.

Crazy Girl Dream

I can’t shake the feeling I am in a dream. It sounds strange, but I wake up and I’m, gulp, a guy. There is no way it can be real. I am not a guy; I am a girl!

I take more sleeping pills so I can sleep again. The lust for sleep is so strong. It feels so weird having guy parts. How can this nightmare end? What can I do to get back to reality?

In the real world my name is Alexandra. I work in a group called Crazy Girls and entertain men for a living. Somehow I’ve been punished and made a man. I can’t live this way; I have to get back. Only when I sleep do I re-enter my real life.

Damn! Sleep eludes me. I wash down the sleeping pills with vodka. Lots of vodka. Two hour later I still can’t sleep. I pour a handful of pills into my palm and toss them in my mouth. More vodka to wash down the bitter pills. I breathe deep and lay back.  My chest begins to pound. Sharp pain rips my chest like a 10 ton weight pressing down. Then I drift. Sleep is coming. Or death. No matter. Sleep or death is all the same. When I leave this god forsaken world I go back to my real life where I am happy, where I make people happy.

As soon as the pain stops I am back in my sunny world with my friends. I am a girl again, wearing a pink mini and black t shirt. I hope I never wake from this world ever again. I don’t mind a guy between my legs, but to be a guy between my legs is gross. I look over at a co-worker and give kissy lips. Life is good.

Harold Adjusts to the Modeling Job

Harold surprised himself as he adjusted his hair in the hallway. The modeling job was the best paying job he ever had. The hours can be brutal, but the perks are unreal. As Pamela, Harold is pampered all day long. Her nails and hair are always perfect as makeup artists are always a few steps away.

Walking and looking pretty is harder than you think. A desperate need for cash forced Harold to apply for the job. He hoped he got the male modeling position. When he was offered the female modeling position he almost passed up the opportunity. Now Pamela walks like a perfect woman for the clients. After fifteen hours a day it turns into work. Nothing is free.

His girlfriend couldn’t handle the change; she refused to kiss a girl, even if it was a transformed Harold. It hurt at first, but Pamela fell into the lifestyle fast, sans girlfriend. Before long the photo shoots and other gigs poured in, along with the money. OMG! The money! And when the money pours in so do the new friends. Pamela refuses to return to her old life even though she has the money now to do so, and retire. Why? Because Pamela has a boyfriend. And the perks of the job! It is hard to give up all the pampering. It really is good to be a girl.

Little Girl's Dream

“I can’t wait ‘til I grow up,” little Danny muttered under his breath. His sister was so cool and pretty when she practiced her dance. Mom told Danny the dance is only for girls. “Unfair,” Danny screamed, storming off. Life is cruel for little boys looking to spread their wings.

Danny walked off into the woods next to the studio dad built for Katie and her dancing. Mom and dad both hated when he disappeared. Danny didn’t care; he needed time to fume again. Why does Katie get all the attention, Danny thought. He sat down and leaned back against a small aspen, buried his face in his hands and started crying.

“Why the tears, young man?” Danny was startled by the voice. A pale woman in a long white flair dress stood before him with a glow. Danny is not scared. He tells the woman his problems and she listens with a soft smile the entire time. “So you want to be a dancer?” Danny nodded. “Like your sister, Katie?” Danny nodded again. “Well, I can make your dreams come true, Danny. I am your fairy godmother. Do you know who that is?” Danny shook his head. “It’s okay. It only means I can give you your wish. Now, close your eyes tight. When I tell you to open them you will be a girl, exactly like Katie. Then you can dance every day.” Danny smiled and squished his eyes tight.

When Danny opened his eyes he was so happy. He was a girl! “We need to make sure your family knows who you are, Danny. And we can’t call you Danny anymore, can we?” Danny shook his head. “I think we should call you Beth. Do you like that?” Beth clapped her hands and jumped on the balls of her feet. “I will come with you to explain to your parents and Katie who you are.”

Beth loves dancing every day. She falls a lot as she is only starting. No matter. It feels so good to dance and twirl non-stop. And as for being a girl, Oh my God! People actually pay attention to me, notice me, care about me now, Beth thought. Beth is the happiest girl alive.

Bikini Ready

Larry was embarrassed to walk outside with anything less than a full suit of armor covering all 316 pounds of his bulk. It looked more like a tent than a suit. Larry is a big guy with a secret. He likes to wear girl’s clothes; he likes to wear panties; he likes to wear a bikini.

At 316 pounds a bikini does not look good on Larry. TG Inc. promised Larry an answer sure to make him happy. Magic panties were just the ticket. They felt good and fit nice, Larry thought. He thought differently two hours later. Not that Larry cared. His body shrunk to a perfect size 3-4 and weighs 112 pounds.

Sounds like Lana (Larry’s new name) is bikini ready for an awesome winter vacation to Jamaica. Lana had to brag to all her friends on Facebook by posting a selfie. The best thing about TG Inc. is that when they turn you into a girl you always stay a young, athletic, beautiful girl. Can life be any better? Of course. Lana now needs a boyfriend to go with her to Jamaica. Losing her virginity in Jamaica would be the best day of her life.

Aptonym — Lady of the House

Drew wanted to go to dress up day at the mall. It was a day for people to be crazy and people would be okay with that. Guys generally went as women and the women either dressed as old men or women from a past era. Not everyone followed the traditional, but most. Drew is a traditionalist and a horny guy always looking for a chance to dress up as a girl in public without fear of ostracism.

Drew spent the time necessary to look exactly like a woman. He wanted to forget his old self and be a real woman for a day. He loved the feeling of the stockings as he pulled them up his legs. The dress fit perfect and the breast forms were the perfect touch.

Drew changed his name to Lady for the event. As the day woreon Lady felt more and more womanly (like a lady) until he couldn’t feel hismanhood anymore and his breasts felt real. A fleeting thought crossed Lady’s mind, a word: aptonym, a word you don’t hear very often. An aptonym is a name that also describes your profession. In this case Drew felt like Lady. What Lady did not know is the mall installed girly lights to help a few of the local cross dressers become their dream.

Lady became a lady of the night once she realized what happened. It was the best thing that ever happened to her. The girly light lottery she never knew she entered made her a winner big time. The moral of the story: if you ever get a chance to dress as a girl, DO IT, and pick the right name. It makes a difference.

A Cute Butt

* Special thanks to Alexis (Captions by Alexis) for writing today's story.

Two hillbillies walk into a restaurant.

 While having a bite to eat, they talk about their moonshine operation. Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough.

After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real distress. One of the hillbillies looks at her and says, "Kin ya swallar?" The woman shakes her head no. Then he asks, "Kin ya breathe?" The woman begins to turn blue, and shakes her head no.

The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up her dress, yanks down her drawers, and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with his tongue.

 The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm, and the obstruction flies out of her mouth.

As she begins to breathe again, the Hillbilly walks slowly back to his table.

 His brother said, "Ya know, I'd heerd of that there Hind Lick Maneuver but I ain't niver seed nobody do it!"

Paying Off the TG Inc Debt

TG Incorporated is not a cheap place to visit as Don can attest. Fortunately, TG Inc. is a progressive company with a variety of methods for paying for your dream transformation.

There are a lot of reasons a guy visits TG Inc.: loss of a loved one; desire to be someone else; unhappy with the hand life dealt you. For Don, it was always simmering underneath. He dreamed of living his life as a woman, but it would be too hard on his friends and family. Then a freak car accident took the love of his life. It was time to leave the pain behind and start all over.

He wanted the cheapest, fastest, most painless transformation possible. The kindly young woman at TG Inc. convinced Don he wanted to make the transformation more personal than a quickie sex change. Don had no resources to fight anymore. He allowed the woman to help him choose a transformation he would be proud of.

Money is always a problem. Good thing TG Inc. has contingency plans to help those in need. A TG Inc. transformation with training adds up to nearly $4 million. The monthly payment is $101,574 for 5 years at 18%. Becky, Don’s new name, had no idea how she would pay for the services. Becky could see she was pretty enough, but what job pays almost $4000 a day for 5 years? Then the light went on.

TG Inc. helped Becky understand the contract, as if there was any going back. She would receive one week of training followed by 5 years of servicing patrons, if you get the drift. Becky would earn $300 per service call. All the men were provided at the club where she would work. Becky’s head was spinning as she realized she would handle an average of 15 customers per day. Her client list would exceed 25,000 at the satisfaction of her loan. Wow! Becky smiled. She might as well get to work. Her customers won’t service themselves… ah, forget the last part.

I'm the Taxgirl

The government has it all figured out: the best way to collect the maximum amount in taxes with the fewest number of complaints is to hire more female auditors. The problem is that there are not enough qualified female auditors. No problem for the IRS. A cost analysis study was conducted and the results were clear; the IRS could pay for the costs of turning qualified men into women for their army of auditors and still make a massive profit.

Warren is one of the most skilled auditors alive. The IRS knew it and wanted Warren on their team. It took some serious negotiations to bring Warren on board, but it was mission accomplished after two days of discussion.

Warren left his wife and kids and accepted the fact he would spend the rest of his life as a girl. As part of the deal he wanted a benefits package to die for. The TG Inc. medical work would include some real pampering. The nanobot hot tub would be like a spa treatment. As Patricia, Warren will enjoy a three day workweek. And Patricia wants a man in her life: a faithful, honest man.

Done.                                                                                                                                                                                

Welcome to the IRS, Patricia. The taxpayers will never know what hit them.