itsmeganprincess:Amber’s New Toy (Part 3) Sissy fiction by Meganprincess Almost with disappo
itsmeganprincess: Amber’s New Toy (Part 3) Sissy fiction by Meganprincess Almost with disappointment, Jennifer began taking off her latest (and favorite) outfit. She unlaced her shiny black boots; catching, with some surprise and for the briefest of moments, a miniature glimpse of her girly, made up face in the reflection from the side of the shoes as the glare from the ceiling light in Amber’s bedroom projected it back toward her. Off came her soft pink sweater top before she wriggled out of the soft, clingy fabric of the ‘wet look’ leggings. As Amber rummaged in the closet, Jennifer looked down at herself. Clad only in bra and panties. In the delicious little baby blue satin panties with white lace trim around the leg holes and waist. The two baby blue bowed ribbons accenting the utter femininity of the panties. And the bra. A perfect match of the panties but with only one baby blue bow, smaller and centered above the cups of the bra. For an instant she remembered who she was before Amber had walked in a couple hours before and caught her: a startled boy wearing a frilly pink Easter dress. ‘What a little sissy she is turning me into. Why am I not fighting this harder? What is wrong with me? Why do I feel so happy and pretty? What should I do? What else is she going to make me do? Do I even want to stop her from making me be Jennifer? What will she do to me if I disobey her?’ These thoughts and many more crowded and flashed through Jimmy’s mind as he looked down at his bra and panties. And then Amber reappeared right in front of him and was saying something. He only heard the word ‘Jennifer’ and then he was a she again. Right back into the frame of mind that Amber wanted. She was gushing about the clothes she had picked out as she laid them on the bed: ‘So, what do you think, Jennifer? Supercute right? Well? Go ahead. Put them on.’ ‘Yes, Miss Amber’ ‘Good girl. Good sissy. I love how you follow my orders.’ Jennifer picked up the shorts first. They were simple enough. Gray with white stripes. Soft to the touch with an elasticized waist. A thin trim of pink ran along the bottom edge of the shorts at the legs and sides. Perched atop the center was a matching pink ribbon. On the right leg of the shorts a little heart announced the words ‘best friend.’ While Amber looked on in barely suppressed glee, Jennifer pulled the shorts on over her panties. Next came the top. It was tiny. Almost weightless as Jennifer held it in her hands and examined it. Sensing the sissy’s confusion, Amber explained: ‘That’s called a crop top, baby. So adorable, right? They are designed to show off the tight sexy belly of a girl like you. And see? It even says, in girly script, exactly what you are: ‘daddy’s girl.’ Jennifer hesitated. Another line she was not eager to cross. Some girly things were exciting. Some were not. This was too much. She couldn’t put on a shirt or crop top or whatever Amber called it – not when it had the words ‘daddy’s girl’ written on it. And that is not even mentioning the thin line of delicate pink embroidery all along the top edge of the shirt and the tiny pink straps. With a frown and a quick, hard clap of the hands, Amber halted her new sissy toy’s little revolt before it could go any further: ‘Have you forgotten already what I said before about spanking, Jennifer? Maybe you don’t believe me? Maybe you think you are stronger than me? Faster? Think you can just run away? Know how many pics I have of you now, pansy? I don’t have to chase you. I can make you beg for me to spank you. I can make you do anything, can’t I, Jennifer? Make you crawl on all fours. Make you carry my hairbrush to me in your mouth and even kiss it in front of me before I spank you for being a bad girl.’ Watching the conflicting emotions wash over the face of the trapped sissy amused Amber. The look of realization. The look of humiliation. The look of resignation. These all delighted the girl. And she exercised her power perfectly. Working her magic at an unconscious level. Toying with the sissy like a yo-yo: at turns fawning over her slave and saying how cute she was and then threatening exposure and the mortification of spanking. Making the gears in the little pansy’s head work overtime. It was just too awesome! Her big brother’s best friend forced into panties and servitude. The so-called boy that her parents only an hour ago put in charge of her. And now? Now Jennifer meekly, and without another word or look of rebellion, settled the little pink crop top over her shoulders while Amber tugged at it in all the right places to make it sit right. The little pink satin straps of the crop doing nothing at all to hide the baby blue bra straps clearly visible to the sides on Jennifer’s slender shoulders. She felt the power surge through her as she stood, hands on hips now, and surveyed the effect of the shorts and top on Jennifer. ‘Oh my god! So perfect for you. See? Not so bad. You don’t have to pretend. I know it is really comfortable. Almost done, princess, and then we can go downstairs and chill. Put those on next.’ What Amber pointed at were a pair of socks. Knee high socks. Pink. ‘Baby pink’, to be exact. They featured a small hot pink ribbon on each sock at the top facing to the outside of the leg. Absolutely the girliest socks ever made. Small outlines of hearts, in a slightly darker pink, covered every available surface of the cotton material in repeating intervals up and down the legs and on the feet. No longer fighting at all, Jennifer pulled them up her legs. And now a new body part felt exposed like never before. The space of skin above her kneecaps where the socks stopped and below her little shorts made her feel vulnerable and weirdly excited all at once. None of this went unnoticed by Amber who smiled smugly at Jennifer and covertly snapped more photos whenever possible. And last came the shoes. You may have already guessed the color. Pink. But not just pink. Pink and fluffy. And not just shoes either, for that matter. Boots. Or, more properly still, booties. So soft. So feminine. And, as it turned out, so much a perfect fit for Jennifer. ‘Like them, Jennifer? You are the cutest girl ever. Did you know? Totes adorable. You are just covered in pretty little pink bows. Even on your booties, too. They match your socks. And your top and your shorts and your bra and panties. Do you feel pretty, princess? Let’s take down your hair now. Yes. My sweet little girl. Aww! I love when you blush like that. You love when I call you my sweet little girl so much. There. Look in the mirror. Your hair looks so pretty down. See? I made little bangs and tucked your hair behind your ears so it can fall behind them and highlight your face. Your makeup still looks so sweet. Sweet makeup on a sweet little girl. Take mommy’s hand now and let’s go downstairs. Movie time!!’ -- source link