Complete Transformation

The house was quiet, too quiet. Roy lay sprawled on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV screen, fingers mashing buttons on the controller. The room reeked of stale pizza and sweat. His mother had been working late again, and his father-in-law, Vincent, was off doing whatever it is freelancers do. He couldn’t care less.

Suddenly, the front door slammed open. Denisse, his sister, stormed in, her face flushed with anger. Behind her trailed Vincent, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.

“Roy, get your lazy ass up!” Denisse snapped, hands on her hips. “You’re a disgrace. Always lounging around, not showering, being rude to everyone. It stops now.”

Roy just shrugged, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Whatever, sis. Mind your own business.”

Vincent stepped forward, his voice low and menacing. “You heard your sister, boy. It’s time for a change.”

Roy finally glanced up, his brow furrowing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Denisse smirked, pulling out her phone. “It means we’re taking charge. You’re going to learn some manners, and become a proper lady.”

Roy laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. “A lady? You’re crazy.”

Vincent moved with lightning speed, grabbing Roy by the hair and dragging him off the couch. Roy yelped, struggling against the older man’s iron grip.

“Let go of me, you freak!” Roy shouted, kicking and flailing.

Denisse watched with a cruel smile, tapping away at her phone. “You should have listened, Roy. Now, you’re going to get a real lesson.”

Vincent slammed Roy against the wall, his face inches from the younger man’s. “You’re going to learn respect, boy. And you’re going to learn it the hard way.”

Roy’s eyes widened as Vincent produced a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. “What the hell are you doing?”

Vincent clicked the cuffs around Roy’s wrists, then dragged him towards the stairs. “Taking you to your new room, princess. Time for your first lesson.”

Roy struggled the whole way, but Vincent’s grip was unyielding. He was shoved into a small, pink bedroom, the walls adorned with frilly posters and stuffed animals.

“What is this?” Roy demanded, his voice rising in panic.

Denisse followed them in, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Your new room, dummy. You’re going to live like a girl from now on.”

Vincent nodded, pulling out a stack of clothes. “And you’re going to wear these.”

Roy’s eyes widened as he saw the lacy bras, garters, and skirts. “No way! I’m not wearing that crap!”

Vincent backhanded him across the face, the crack of skin on skin echoing through the room. “You will do as you’re told, boy. Or things will get worse for you.”

Roy pressed his lips together, tears stinging his eyes. He knew he was outmatched, but he couldn’t bring himself to submit.

Denisse stepped forward, her voice cold. “Fine. Have it your way.”

She pulled out a syringe, the clear liquid inside shimmering in the light. Roy’s eyes widened in horror as he realized what it was.

“No! No, please!” he begged, trying to shrink away.

But Vincent held him tight, forcing his arm out. Denisse plunged the needle in, the drugs coursing through his veins. Roy’s vision swam, his body going limp.

As he drifted off, he heard Vincent’s voice, low and menacing. “Sleep, princess. When you wake up, you’ll be a new man.”

Roy awoke to the feeling of something soft brushing against his skin. He blinked groggily, his head pounding. As his vision cleared, he realized he was no longer in the pink room.

Instead, he was in a lavish bedroom, the walls painted a soft peach. A vanity sat in the corner, adorned with makeup and perfume. And he was wearing…a dress?

Roy sat up with a start, the silky fabric sliding against his bare legs. He looked down at himself, his eyes widening in shock. The dress was pale pink, the bodice tight and the skirt flaring out at the waist. He wore white stockings and delicate, strappy heels.

“What the hell?” he muttered, trying to stand.

The door opened, and Denisse walked in, a cruel smile on her face. “Morning, princess. How do you like your new look?”

Roy glared at her, his hands balling into fists. “What did you do to me? Why am I dressed like this?”

Denisse laughed, walking over to the vanity. “Oh, this is just the beginning. You’re going to learn how to be a proper lady, Roy. And Vincent and I are going to teach you.”

Roy’s stomach churned at the mention of his father-in-law. “What’s he got to do with this?”

Denisse picked up a makeup brush, twirling it in her fingers. “Oh, Vincent has some special lessons planned for you. He’s always had a thing for crossdressing, you know. And now, he gets to live out his fantasies with you.”

Roy felt a chill run down his spine, his mind racing. He had to get out of here, had to find a way to escape. But he knew he was trapped, at the mercy of his sister and her twisted games.

Denisse moved closer, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Now, let’s get you ready for your first lesson. Vincent will be here soon, and he has some…instructions for you.”

Roy’s heart raced as Denisse began to apply makeup to his face, the brushes and powders alien against his skin. He felt like a doll, a plaything for their twisted desires.

As Denisse finished, the door opened again, and Vincent walked in. Roy’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of him, dressed in a crisp suit, his eyes raking over Roy’s body with a hungry gaze.

“Well, well,” Vincent purred, walking closer. “Don’t you look lovely, princess.”

Roy shrank back, his hands trembling. “Please, don’t do this. I’ll be good, I swear. I’ll change.”

Vincent laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. “Oh, you’re going to change, boy. You’re going to become everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He reached out, his fingers trailing along Roy’s jawline. Roy flinched, but Vincent’s grip tightened, his nails digging into Roy’s skin.

“Your first lesson is simple,” Vincent said, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re going to pleasure me, just like a good little girl should.”

Roy’s eyes widened in horror, his stomach churning with revulsion. “No, please. I can’t…”

Vincent backhanded him, the crack of skin on skin echoing through the room. “You can and you will, princess. Or else things will get much worse for you.”

Roy’s eyes filled with tears, his body shaking with fear and disgust. He knew he had no choice, no way out. He was at their mercy, a pawn in their twisted game.

As Vincent began to undress, Roy closed his eyes, his mind screaming in protest. But he knew he had to obey, had to submit. For now, at least.

The days turned into weeks, and Roy’s life became a nightmare. He was forced to wear dresses and makeup, to act like a perfect little lady. Vincent and Denisse took turns “teaching” him, forcing him to do things he never thought he would.

But slowly, against his will, Roy began to change. The dresses and makeup became familiar, the roles he played becoming second nature. He learned how to walk in heels, how to apply lipstick, how to please a man.

And as he changed, he began to feel things he never thought he would. The softness of the dresses against his skin, the way his body responded to Vincent’s touch. He began to crave it, to need it.

One day, as Vincent was fucking him, Roy realized something. He didn’t hate it anymore. He didn’t want to fight, to resist. He wanted to be Vincent’s princess, his perfect little girl.

As Vincent came inside him, Roy moaned, his body shuddering with pleasure. He knew he was lost, that he would never be the same again.

And as Vincent pulled out, Roy smiled, his eyes shining with a newfound acceptance. He was a sissy now, a slave to his desires. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.