A feminine sissy body

What’s sexier than a sissy slut?

Last time I was with Sounder, I noticed something while he was lying on his back, on his pink sissy bed, wearing his pretty lingerie.

He really is looking more and more feminine now that he’s been taking the birth control for awhile. His body looks softer, rounder, with more pronounced curves.

I can already see his tits under his clothes even when he’s wearing his boy costume. And it was so awesome when I realized that his boobs had gotten that big. We were out, having a couple of drinks after work, and he was wearing his normal professional work clothing.

At one point, he stretched in the chair, and I could plainly see the outline of his breasts under his shirt.

It was unbelievably hot.

Of course, that was a while ago, and his body has only gotten more feminine since then.

The most recent things I’ve noticed are his waist and hips. He really is developing a fucking sexy hourglass figure.  I love that I can see that subtle curve in his waist now.  And the longer he’s on the pills, the more pronounced those curves will become.

I mean, look at this picture.  If you didn’t know that this is a biological male, you’d totally look at this and assume it’s a pussy under those panties.


My sissy is getting closer and closer to permanently crossing that line between masculine and feminine.  She’s getting closer and closer to becoming more girl than boy.

I’m so excited to see how his body continues to change.  Aren’t you excited to see how his body continues to change?

Health update, and yay, new pills!

So I saw the oncologist last week, and he ordered like a million blood tests.  One of the tests has already been analyzed and I saw the results.  And there’s good news and bad news.

The bad news is that the numbers make leukemia even more likely.  Like, unless I have some weird, rare, undocumented condition, that’s what it is.  But the good news is that the numbers point to the chronic types, not the acute types. Which is good, because the most common type of leukemia in adults is Acute Myeloid Leukemia.

Which is basically a death sentence.  My age and the fact that I’m otherwise healthy help my odds, but even when people respond well to chemo, reoccurence is more likely than not, and one doctor said that he sees an average of 3 or 4 years between when people are diagnosed and when they pass away.

So that was a a definite worry.  But that’s something you would’ve seen in a complete blood count.  My numbers are high, but they’re not that high.

It’s the difference between, “well that’s concerning,” and, “bitch, you dead.”

Both the chronic types are easier to treat, slower to spread, and have higher survivability.  I can absolutely deal with that.

But now I have to wait another 2 1/2 weeks for the next step.  And I don’t know which tests he ordered, or whether he’ll want to do more blood work, or if we can just skip to the bone marrow biopsy.

Which is what I would prefer, actually.  He said that, because the test is so brutal, he doesn’t like ordering it unless he absolutely has to, and all he had was my basic blood work results, so it’s understandable that he’d want the more detailed test results before going that route.

I’m just hoping he ordered them all, and got them all done at once.  I mean, I have literally never had anyone take that many vials of blood at one time before, so it’s likely he ordered them all, but I won’t know until the results are analyzed and posted.

It’s always the waiting that sucks the most.

But I do have some fun things to keep my mind off of it.  Like the new birth control pills I got for Sounder.

He hadn’t been taking them for awhile.  An interesting side effect we noticed is that he completely lost his ability to jerk off, or cum like a man at all.  The only way he can cum now is through prostate stimulation.

Like being fucked like a bitch.

Which I find amazingly awesome, by the way.

But I was curious to see if it was reversible.  So after his 2-month supply ran out, I wasn’t in a rush to get it refilled.  I wanted to see if Tammi Lynn would regain function.

But it’s been months and months, and nope, he still can’t cum like a man.  So at this point, I’m assuming it’s permanent, and there’s no reason not to put him back on the pills.

So I went to see my gynecologist for a prescription, and to ask for a brand with a higher dose of estrogen.

And that’s where I discovered a bit of a problem.

As it turns out, all the leukemia bullshit interferes with a doctor’s willingness to prescribe hormonal birth control (I knew I shouldn’t have told her, dammit.  I usually don’t tell doctors anything they don’t absolutely need to know.  I broke my own rule and shot myself in the foot).

And it’s not like I could tell her the pills weren’t for me.

So she wouldn’t prescribe it at all.


My internist, who is an incredible doctor and easily persuaded, wanted to see me that afternoon for afternoon follow-up from a recent ER visit (I’m fine. It was “stress.”  Because apparently no one told the ER doctor that female hysteria isn’t a thing anymore.  Turns out, it was actually another symptom of, you guessed it, leukemia).

So I convinced him to prescribe the same pills he’d given me before.  It’s a low dose of estrogen, but it’ll work.  And I’m likely going to have to get approval from my oncologist if I want to up the dose.

So the low dose is as good as it gets for now.  But I liked the effects it had on him before, so that’ll work perfectly until I can just flood his system with estrogen.

Because even though the effects so far have been relatively mild, they’re still there, long after he stopped taking the pills.  His tits are still softer, his hips are still rounder, his ass is still perkier.  Putting him back on the pills will likely cause some more awesome (and permanent) changes to his body.

Isn’t that exciting?

Just a tiny little pill…

It’s almost comically small.  Tiny, white, nondescript, completely innocuous.

So why has Sounder been freaking the fuck out about it for the last three days?

Because that tiny, harmless-looking pill is going to change his life forever.

As in permanently.

It’s never been a secret that I want to feminize him and turn him into a sissy.  And it’s never been a secret that I love a good mind fuck (I mean, we have met, right?).

So I had an appointment with my internist today, and I’d decided that I was going to get a prescription for birth control.

Ohhhh, but not for me.  I don’t need birth control.  I haven’t had sex in… God, I don’t even know how long.  2 years?  3?  I don’t plan on breaking that streak anytime soon.  I’ve always found PIV sex to be boring.

But you want to know what’s not boring?  Turning Sounder into a full-on, permanent sissy whore.

And really, it started off as a passing comment, made almost half-jokingly.  But it triggered a reaction, and created an opportunity that I just had to take advantage of.

had to.  It was a moral imperative.

So all week, I’ve been fucking with his head, making absolute-damn-sure to drive home the fact that he will never be the same again.  After he takes the pill, after the hormones start taking effect, his body will forever be feminized.  Sure, some of the effects might go away if he were to stop taking them, and the progestin stops interfering with his testosterone.

But most effects, like the womanly hips and the boobs, will be there to stay.  From what I read, the effects on the penis and testicles will be mostly-permanent, too.

So some of the possible side effects:

The growth of breast tissue (the biggest reason for putting him on birth control in the first place).

The change in the distribution of fat cells, giving him those soft curves, that feminine figure.  Some men with very few fat cells to begin with will gain a bit of weight as their bodies create those curves.  He has very few fat cells (which makes putting a zipper on him impossible, ugh) so he’ll likely be in that group.

Changes in skin and hair growth.  Body hair will get thinner, finer.  Facial hair will also get thinner.  But the hair on his head may actually start growing more, and getting longer.

Changes in voice.  Some men’s voices get higher.  Sounder is a deep baritone (for now), so it’s likely that it’ll get higher.

Decrease in the size of penis/testicles.  Depending on the interaction between the progestin and testosterone, erectile dysfunction is a possibility, as well.  I have no use for Sounder’s cock, so I don’t need it to function.  It’s eventually going to be stuffed in a chastity cage, anyway.  And when that happens, he’ll be grateful for the erectile dysfunction, because he won’t have to deal with the pain of trying to get hard in the cage (see?  I’m thinking of his comfort here).

And hey, there’s a decreased risk of testicular cancer, prostate cancer, and prostate enlargement.  So it’s super beneficial, right?  It’s all medical and science-y and shit.

So yeah, the last few days have been spent constantly fucking with Sounder’s head.  Pointing out that, once he has tits, he’ll never be able to have normal sex with a vanilla woman again.  Even if his dick still worked, how would he explain the tits?

Although I imagine it would be a lot of fun to bend him over, fuck him doggy-style, and reach around to grope them.  Or having him ride my strap-on, his tits bouncing as he impales himself on my cock.  And I bet a lot of men would agree with me.  Have you seen how popular that fetish is?

So his sex life wouldn’t disappear altogether.

Ooooh!  And I’m so looking forward to taking him to get fitted and buy his first bra.  Because of course I’m not going to let him buy that online.  A girl’s first bra is a significant experience.  And besides, something like 85% of women are wearing the wrong size bra.  He needs to be professionally fitted.

We’re going to gloss over the fact that I know how to measure that and could do so in the privacy of his house.

Because good fucking gawd, why would I do that?  When taking him to Victoria’s Secret, getting him fitted, shopping for bras, and having him try them on in the dressing room is an available option?

Seriously, it’s like people don’t know me at all….

I did find some nice push-up bras to accentuate his cleavage.  I’ll have to wax his chest hair, though.  Hairy cleavage isn’t sexy.  But that’s something I’m more than happy to do myself, in the privacy of his house.  *Evil grin*

And of course, he’ll need to get mammograms.  Because more breast tissue equals a higher risk for breast cancer, and he just turned 40 (and if you remember Pinktober, all women and sissies 40 and older need mammograms) and really I would just love to take him to that appointment.  I’d give up my left tit to watch all that go down.

Luckily, I have an obedient little sissy, and won’t have to give up anything.  I’ll just go with him.

And I love the idea of going to a spa with him, but all the ones I know of are not co-ed, and trying to pass him off as a woman would’ve been difficult.  But with a more feminine voice, a more feminine body, and breasts, it shouldn’t be too difficult.

At least I’m being nice and letting him dress as a man the first time I take him to the salon.  He’s never gotten a pedicure or manicure before, and it’s not uncommon at all for people to get couple’s mani-pedis, so no one would think twice about it.

Unless I decided to say something about it, of course…..

But he’s already nervous about going in the first place, because for some reason he thinks it’s “weird” or whatever for a man to go to a salon.  And when I take him to get his wig professionally styled, that’ll be nerve-racking in itself.  So I’ll shock the ever-living fuck out of him and won’t fuck with him the first time I take him.

No, like genuinely.  I’ll be nice, I swear (Stop that.  I can practically see you raising your eyebrows and doing that nod-and-smile thing you do).

The second time I take him will be a completely different story.  And that’ll be an adventure.

But really, it’ll be awesome.  And tomorrow, when he goes to work, he’ll get to sit in all those important meetings with all those important people, knowing that the tiny white little pill is coursing through his system, silently killing his manhood.

Seriously, that’s so many kinds of fucking awesome.  Like, multiple levels of awesome.

And another bright side is that he’ll look even more sexy in all his women’s clothes.  Which he definitely needs more of.  Yay, shopping!

Eventually, the vast majority of the clothes he owns will be women’s clothes.  Sure, he’ll have the suits for work, and all that, but most of what he’ll wear will be women’s.

Because really, how big of a difference is there between a woman’s T-shirt and a men’s?  Jeans?  Pants, slacks?

Not that much.  I’ll probably allow him to have a few pairs of men’s shorts, though, because it gets to be 120 degrees here in the summer, and there is a big difference between men’s shorts and women’s shorts.  So when he goes out dressed as a man, he’ll have a couple of pairs.

Oooooh, it’s going to be swimsuit season soon!  I need to take him shopping for a bathing suit!  He’s got an amazing body, so you know I’m going to want him in a little bikini.  I mean, there’s just no question.  I wonder if his complex has a pool….

So he’ll have a couple of pairs of men’s shorts, some random men’s things here and there, for when family or friends are in town and stay with him, and his work clothes, but the vast majority of clothing he owns will be women’s.  All of his lounge-around-the-house clothing will be women’s.  Yoga pants, or cute bootie shorts, with tight little tank tops, or loose, flowy nightgowns.  Lots of options.

Eventually he’s going to live 24/7 as a sissy.  And taking that tiny little pill makes that goal all the more real.

So that’s the extraordinarily abridged version of what’s been going through his head the last few days.  And I made damn sure that it was never far from his mind for long.

I went to the doctor and got a prescription for a 2-month supply.  That’s all he would give me, and he was reluctant to do even that, since I haven’t been to my gynecologist in forever (because it’s a pain in the ass with a 4-year-old, and it’s a pain in the ass without a 4-year-old, and I just don’t wanna go.  Oh, but I will definitely put up with the pain in the ass for a year-long prescription of tiny little pills).

That’s the awesome thing about an internist, though, and the reason I use an internist as my primary-care physician.  There’s literally nothing he can’t prescribe if you’re really persuasive.  Antidepressants, birth control, Adderall (you know, speed, but legal, if you have ADD….. or are really persuasive), you name it, I can get my hands on it.

Yay, drugs!

But it works, because it’ll give us two months to try out the low-dose pills I got, and see how we (we meaning I) like them.  If necessary, I’ll get something different when I go see my gyno in May.

So I got the prescription and asked Sounder what pharmacy he uses.  I wanted it to be one by his house, because he’ll be the one to pick up the refills (because I just love the idea of him going to pick them up.  It’s unfortunate that I can’t put them in his name.  Or the sissy name I’ve given him.  That makes me sad.  But don’t worry, thinking about him having to pack them on his carry-on when he travels for work this week makes me happy again).

He was hoping and praying for something to go wrong.  Either I wouldn’t be able to get the prescription (it made me smile and go, “aww,” when he hoped that I wouldn’t be able to talk someone into giving me something I want… I never claimed to not be manipulative, y’all), or the pharmacy wouldn’t have them in stock, or the pharmacy would burn down (which is my line).

But everything went smoothly, and I showed up at his door with the pills in hand.

And they really do look so small and innocent.  It’s amazing to think about the drastic effect such a small, tiny little thing can have.

I could tell he was freaking out, really not wanting to do it.

But when I told him to strip down to his panties, his dick was hard.  So at least some part of him wanted it.

I was nice, though.  I didn’t hold it over him for that long.  I gave him the pill, and he took it, and just like that, he said goodbye to being able to call himself a man.

So I’m excited about it.  Every aspect of it is awesome, and hot as fuck.  And really, he’s such a sexy sissy.  It wouldn’t surprise me if the pharmacy starts assuming he’s Jennifer when he goes to pick up the refills.

Oh my gawd, how awesome would that be?  He’d go up to the counter, to the little pharmacy tech, and say, “I’m picking up for Jennifer ——.”

And the sweet little tech could say, “Sure, Ms. ——-.  I’ll get that for you right away.”

I seriously just squealed like a ten-year-old girl.  That would be beyond epic.  Like, epically beyond epic.

But as much as it’s fucking with his head now, eventually picking them up will become a regular errand, just another part of his routine.  Just like taking the pills will become just another part of his routine.

Some people take vitamins.  Sounder takes estrogen.

Because he’s a sissy.