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Consequence Of Curiosity

(This is a short, spin-off story that takes place before the start of ‘The New Neighbor’)

My name is Candy, at least that's what I go by now. I love having my tiny little dicklet locked in a tight little cage and mincing about in the swishiest, most feminine clothes I can get my hands on. I live to serve my Mistress, Samantha, or Sam as most people call her. I only ever get to call her Mistress nowadays.

But I wasn't always named Candy. There was a time when I went by the name ‘Carl’ and I was just a regular old, boring guy. A guy who wore ugly, rough guy clothes and had ugly guy hair everywhere. I'm writing this as a warning to anyone who considers letting their own curiosity get away from them.

They say curiosity killed the cat, but no one ever said it could turn a regular guy into a simpering, submissive sissy.

I met Sam almost a year ago and we hit it off surprisingly well. There was an obvious connection between us right from the start and I felt lucky to have her. There was just one thing, her job. I had no idea what she actually did for a living, but I knew it was something in the adult entertainment sector, and leaned towards a certain fetish. What that fetish was I had no idea.

I asked her more than once, told her that she could trust me not to freak out, but all I had learned was that she worked with her hot friend Mel.

One night, after a particularly vigorous session of lovemaking, I decided to try my luck again.

We had both collapsed onto our backs on our shared bed, Sam had just turned to me and said, “Fuck! That was amazing, I really needed that.” 

“You and me both.” I replied. “So, was that on par with whatever your fetishy job is?” 

“Ha ha, not gonna work, babe. I told you, you don't wanna know.”

“But I do! You've got me all intrigued and if you're into fetish stuff then I want to be a part of it.” I said, hopefully.

“You're not ready, you'd think I was weird and it would mess up our relationship.” Replied Sam.

“I wouldn't let anything mess this up, you know that. Just give me a hint. Is it camgirl stuff? Do you have like a SuperFans account or something?”

“Nope.”

“Is it foot stuff? You selling feet pics?”

“Guess again.”

“Oh, I know, you’re a dominatrix. You spank guys for money?”

“Haha close, but not quite.” She said, leaving me to think I was getting somewhere. 

“So it's close? Just tell meeee! Pretty please?”

She sighed and rolled over onto her side, facing me. “Okay, if you really wanna know. I'll tell you, but you have to keep an open mind about it. No judgement.”

“None whatsoever.” I replied raising my hand as though swearing on the bible.

“So, Mel and I, we specialize in a fetish that most people like to call ‘forced feminization’, or ‘sissification’ if you prefer.

This was not what I was expecting. “Ummm, okay. What's that?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. We take guys and turn them into pretty little sissies. We do hair, makeup, outfits, the works. Guys pay us to keep them on track to becoming perfect little submissive sissies.”

“You're shitting me.” I said, but I could tell she wasn't kidding. “Guys actually pay you for that?”

“Yep. And they love it. See, most people call it forced feminization, but that's just a part of the fantasy. It's all very willing. But very few guys are actually willing to admit that they like wearing sexy, feminine panties and skirts, so they pay me and Mel to ‘Force’ them.” She said the word ‘force’ in air quotes. 

“But really, they love it. Guys are just too scared to admit it. I mean, I'm sure guys are all happy to talk about taking a hot girl home and fucking her all night long with their buddies at the bar or whatever, but how many guys are going to stand up and say ‘last night I took a total hottie home and she dressed me up in her panties and fucked my ass with a big rubber cock’?”

“Woah.” I said, blushing at her words, they made sense, of course, but I was still struggling to believe her. “And do you…I mean, have you ever done….that?”

“Fucked a guy's ass? Maybe. Why, wanna try it?” She gave me a teasing look as she asked what I hoped was a rhetorical question.

“What?! No! No way. I just wondered if that's a service that you actually offer.” I replied.

“And what if it was? Would that change your opinion of me?”

“No, I said I'd be open, but I guess I just have a hard time believing a guy could be into that. Feminization and all.”

“Lots of guys love it. In fact, I think you'd love it too, if you gave it a try.”

“Ha! Yeah right. There's no way you could turn me into a sissy, even if I did agree to it.” I replied.

“Oh yeah? Wanna bet?”

“Not really, no.”

“Oh come on, you said you'd keep an open mind. Let me just try one thing, if you don't like it, then I'll drop it. Deal?” Said Sam. “Unless you're too scared of how much you'll love being my little sissy slut.”

“Fine, what one thing.” I said, hoping to move her off the subject, something about her referring to me as ‘slut’ had sparked something that left me a little conflicted. 

“A test. If you pass, no more sissy talk. But if you fail…..then I'm gonna turn you into a pretty, pink sissy girl who will beg me to bend you over and make a woman out of you.”

Sam hopped up off the bed and headed over to her underwear drawer, when she turned around she was dangling a pair of satin brief panties with intricate lacing around the edges. “Here, put these on.” She said, holding the panties out in front of her.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, you just got finished having sex, so now would be the perfect time for this test. I wanna see how turned on these panties make you. But if we left it till morning you'd just blame it on your morning wood or you'd come up with some other excuse. So c'mon, sissy. Put on your panties.”

“Fine.” I hopped off the bed, still naked from earlier and snatched the panties out of her hand. As I pulled them up my legs I felt the first difference between these and my regular underwear, they were smooth, soft and almost cool to the touch. They were tight on me, but that just meant that the smooth material cupped my ass and balls in a rather comforting embrace, the satin felt almost sensual as I adjusted the fit. 

Much to my surprise, I actually did find the whole thing interesting. I would deny it, of course, but Sam could see through me already. I wasn't sure if it was actually the underwear or just the taboo nature of the whole situation, but I definitely felt a twinge of something down below. “There, I'm wearing panties, happy?” I said, trying to ignore the slight awakening of my cock.

I noticed she was staring intently at my crotch, as though waiting for the first sign of movement, waiting to pounce. “Ha! Told you you'd like them.”

“I do not like them.”

“Yes you do, you're getting hard.”

I looked down to see that my previously spent cock had started to fill out just a little, but that was enough for Sam to start. “That's cause you haven't got dressed yet.” I said.

“Yeah right. You just got finished fucking me and now you're almost ready to go again, all because of one little pair of panties. Should I order you a frilly dress now or do you want to pick your own?” She asked, smirking.

“Whatever, games over, I'm taking these off.” I grabbed the waistband and moved to pull off the underwear.

“Not yet!” Sam jumped quickly forward and grabbed my wrists, pulling them away and staring intently at my satin covered crotch. “I wanna feel them on you.” 

She reached behind me and cupped my ass, running her hands over the smooth material, an action which wasn't helping the situation in front. The already tight underwear was now feeling a lot tighter. “Mmm, that is so hot.” She said.

“You can't be serious.” I replied, but I did nothing to stop her hands from groping me.

“I love seeing a guy in panties, and c'mon, you gotta admit they feel wayyy nicer than your own underwear.” One of her hands ran around the front to stroke the fabric that was struggling to contain my erection.

“Well….they feel different, I guess. Not terrible.” I regretted admittance almost immediately as I saw Sam's grin widen.

“I told you you'd love it!”

“I didn't say I loved it. I said it was different.”

“You're hard as rock.” Her stroking hand was becoming more aggressive now, rubbing my hard shaft through the fabric and I couldn't deny how nice it felt. “Just enjoy it, sissy.”

“I told you I'm not a- Mmm!” She cut me off by kissing me passionately and pushing back towards the bed. Before I knew what was happening she was half on top of me with one of her hands still rubbing me through the panties as she kissed me.

I decided to let her have her fun and enjoy the moment until I finally released what was left of my cum into the front of her panties with a satisfied moan.

“Whoops. Looks like someone has soaked their panties. Now what kind of guy would do that?” Asked Sam, teasing me. 

“That was all you, not the underwear.

“You keep telling yourself that, sissy. Hahaha.”

“I told you, I'm not a sissy.”

“You failed the test, babe, that means I'm gonna turn you into my own personal sissy.”

“Ha. Good luck with that.”

—

That was the beginning of my journey into who I am today. Sam didn't say anything more about the panty incident for a few days. But she hadn't forgotten about it. One night we were both getting a little closer in bed when she rolled over and grabbed something from the floor. That something turned out to be the panties she had just taken off.  

Turning to me and holding them out, she said, “Here, put these on.” In a low voice.

“Again, really?”

“It was so hot before. I loved seeing you in them, and you had a good time, didn't you? Just wear them, for me. It'll be worth your while, trust me.”

I couldn't resist an offer like that, plus she had already got me worked up enough that I didn't want to spoil the mood so I took the panties from her and pulled them up my legs. After that, her hands were everywhere.

She touched me, rubbed me and stroked me, enough to get me as horny as she possibly could before she slowly crawled down my body until her head was above my crotch. All the while she was telling me how hot it was that I was willingly to do this for her and that she loved how I looked in panties.

She proceeded to lower the panties down just enough to free my erection and then gave me an amazing blowjob.

The same thing happened again a few nights later, then again after that. She would ask me sweetly and seductively to try on some of her panties, then spend all her time telling me how hot it was and how much she loved seeing me wear them. I didn't know if it was all an act or if that's what she actually thought, but I was getting no end of sexual favors whenever I agreed to put on her panties. I didn't realize what a slippery slope I was on, nor did I notice how Sam was happily pushing me down it.

Then one afternoon, after I had got out of the shower and headed into my bedroom, I saw that Sam had left out a choice of underwear for me.

I stood, wrapped in a towel, staring at a pair of my boxers on one side of the bed and a pair of her panties on the other. In-between the two was a small note that she had written.

‘Take your pick’

I knew what she wanted, but did I want to give in so easily? Over the last week or so, whenever I had worn panties for her it had come back to me in a good way, so I grabbed up the red, lacy underwear and pulled them into place. Sam was downstairs, which I was thankful for because as soon as I got the underwear into place my cock rose to attention without any preamble.

I didn't want to walk downstairs with an obvious erection, so I waited a while for it to go down before heading down to join Sam on the sofa.

“So, what did you pick?” She asked me as I sat down in a loose shirt and some baggy sweatpants.

I felt myself blush a little just at the question. “Wouldn't you like to know!” I replied.

“Oh I'm pretty sure I already know…..sissy.”

“I keep telling you that just because I agree to wear panties sometimes, for you, I should add, that doesn't make me a sissy.”

“Yeah but this time I wasn't even there and you picked the panties. You could have put on your own underwear, I left em right there for you, but you chose to put on a pair of girls underwear instead.” Sam teased me, smiling the whole time.

At this point I was wishing I had chosen the boxers, with the panties on, there was no way I could win this argument. “Who says I chose the panties anyway? I could have boxers on under here.”

“Yeah but I don't think you do. I think my boyfriend decided he would rather wear my panties than his own underwear. Isn't that right?”

I had no leverage here so I said nothing. 

“Now drop your pants, let me see the panties on you, you know how much I love it.”

“I thought you wanted to watch a movie.” I said.

“I'd rather see you model your sexy underwear for me.” The teasing had woken up my cock and Sam had spotted it. She reached over and stroked the tent in my pants. “Ah there he is, guess wearing panties is turning him on again. Well let me take care of that…..”

We didn't watch a movie that night. It was just another step in Sam's plan to sissify me more. She had given me a choice to wear panties without being begged or seduced by her, and I had taken the bait. What followed was just further reinforcement that for me, panties equal pleasure. 

This pattern continued until one day  I unwittingly triggered the next phase of Sam's plan to feminize me. We had spent the day together, shopping followed by a meal out and a film at the cinema. I was in a good mood by the end of the day and decided I would do something that I knew she would like. It had been a day or two since she had brought up the panty thing so I thought I would surprise her seeing as we were both in high spirits. I snuck a pair of pink panties from her drawer into the bathroom with me and put them on as she got ready for bed.

I waited until she was settled in bed, scrolling through her phone waiting for me, then I entered the doorway and struck what I thought was a provocative pose. Sam looked up and her face damn near split in two with how wide she smiled. “Well hello there, pantyboy. Someone looks excited.” She was referring to the erection that had shot up the moment I put the panties on. “So what brought this on? Couldn’t resist putting on some panties huh? Has it been too long?”

I joined her on the bed, blushing but horny as she teased me. “Just thought seeing as you love me in panties so much I’d give you a little treat.”

“Oh yeah, nothing to do with the fact that you always seem to get a happy ending whenever you wear them?”

“Well that helps.” I said.

“Haha, I’ll bet. But you know what would really turn me on?” Sam said.

“What’s that?”

“If you shaved.” She said, seductively. “That would be so hot.”

“I am shaved.” I said, rubbing my smooth chin.

“Not your face, I mean your legs, your chest too. Not like you're the most hairy guy in the world anyways. A pair of smooth legs in some panties would look fucking amazing.”

“Come on, Sam, I can’t shave my legs. What would people say?”

“You never have your legs out anyways, and it’s not like you’re showering with guys all the time. I’m the only one that will see. It could be like our sexy little secret. Come on, you like the panties, don’t you? Would I steer you wrong?”

“The panties are fun, sometimes, I guess. But my legs and my chest….”

“Come with me, If you don’t like it, the hair will grow back and I’ll never mention it again, it’ll be worth your while….promise.” Sam hopped out of bed and dragged me into the bathroom but I put up no resistance. A minute or two later and we were both in the shower, naked with Sam covering my body in some kind of hair removal cream. 

“You are gonna look so sexy, babe. I’m already wet thinking about it.” Sam kept teasing me and stroking me as she helped me cover my body in the cream, paying special attention to my crotch and ass.

“Hey! Careful back there.” I jumped a little as one of Sam’s fingers pressed against my ass hole.

“Sorry, babe. Gotta make sure I get everywhere, hehe.” She said with a small giggle as she lathered up my ass.

Watching my hair drain away in the shower was a weird thing, my whole body was now smooth and shiny from the shower water and Sam wasn’t quite finished. “Here you go, this will help with any itching and your skin will feel great.” She said, squirting a large glob of some of her body lotion onto her hands and rubbing it all over me.

By the time we were done in the shower, I was completely smooth from the neck down smelling like flowers. Sam had left me alone to dry off and I couldn’t help rubbing my hands up and down my smooth legs. Without all that hair in the way I had to admit, they looked pretty good….for a guy at least. But my cock suddenly seemed less manly. Which is a weird thing to say about a penis, I know. But I had never seen it without hair and now that I had, it just didn’t seem to look very….masculine.

I heard Sam calling from the bedroom, snapping me out of my exploration. “Come on, babe. Don’t keep me waiting. Put your panties back on and get in your sexy butt back in here.”

I pulled the panties back into place and headed back into the bedroom. When I got there, I saw that Sam had pulled on a pair of sheer stockings and was holding up a different pair with an excited grin on her face. I knew where this was going. “Okay the panties and the hair is one thing but if you’re holding those for me then I-”

“Oh don’t spoil the mood now, Carl. Just put them on, pretty please?” She batted her eyelashes sweetly as she handed me the incredibly fragile, pink stockings. “I promise, you will love the feeling of smooth legs in a pair of stockings. Plus, we’ll match.” She added, snapping her own stocking against her thigh.

“But why did you have to get me the pink ones?” I said, even though I knew it was a ridiculous argument.

“Hahaha, because they match your panties, duh. You’re the one who chose to put on pink panties, all by yourself, I might add. So I found the stockings to match.”

“Yeah but they look so…..girly.”

“They’re pink stockings, genius. Of course they look girly. Just try them on, just this once, for me? You may as well see how they feel before your hair starts growing back.” Little did I know at this point that my hair would not be growing back anytime soon.

“Okay, okay. Gimme the stockings.” I said, not wanting to kill the mood now, not after Sam had made sure to keep me horny in the shower.

Sam helped me put the stockings on properly, they had rubber stay up strips on them so they were held in place at the tops of my thighs. I couldn’t deny they felt amazing on my legs as she ran her hands teasingly up and down.

“So, tell me that doesn’t feel hot as fuck.” She said, leaning in close to me. One of her stocking covered legs moved in between my own and rubbed sensually up and down, her calf brushing up and down my own smooth legs with a delicious whispering sound, the top of her thigh was gently grazing my erection, driving me mad with lust.

“Fuck!” I moaned in pleasure after our lips parted.

Sam just smiled like she knew she had me beat. “Told you.” She said, simply.

I blushed as I looked down at myself. “Surely you don’t think this is actually sexy. Me in stockings, that is.”

“Of course I do, babe. I knew you’d make a gorgeous sissy.”

“I’m just playing along with your fetish like I said I would. That doesn’t actually make me a sissy.” That argument was holding less and less water as time passed.

Sam knew this too as she laughed at my response. “Hahaha, ‘I’m totally not a sissy.’ Says the guy in pink panties and stockings.” I could do nothing except blush at this remark.

“Sam…I…”

“Shh. It’s okay, sissy. I won’t tell anyone how much you love being my little sissy girlfriend.” We both landed on the bed before I could object to her latest tease. Sam mounted me, straddling my thighs as she reached for my tented panties and pulled them down enough to free my hairless cock.

I saw her eyes widen in a mixture of surprise and glee as my hardon sprung free. “Oh my god it looks so cute without hair!”

Cute was not a word any guy wanted to hear about his manhood. “Cute! Seriously.”

“Aww don't worry, baby. I love your little girl-cock.”

I blushed bright red at this comment, ‘little’ and girl-cock’ were not what I wanted to hear. “Come on, Sam, isn't that taking it a little fa-aaahh, fuck.” Sam sunk her mouth around my ‘girl-cock’ and began teasing my shaft with her lips and tongue, with how horny I was it wouldn't take long for me to cum embarrassingly quickly into her mouth. 

She kept up her enthusiastic oral until I did indeed empty myself into her mouth. As I lay back, recovering from the long delayed gratification, Sam laid with her head on my hairless chest, watching as my cock deflated.

“Aww, it looks even cuter now that it's all small and soft.”

“Stop it.”

She grabbed my limply penis and gave it a few playful shakes. “Just a limp, little girl-dick. All cute and hairless.”

“Sam, stop it.” It was tough for me to lay there and take this kind of teasing, but it did look a lot smaller now that my erection was gone and I was hairless.

“Stop what? Teasing you about your little girly cock?” She replied, giggling.

“Yes. That, obviously.”

“Haha, sorry babe. But I love it like this. All small and hairless and cute.” I groaned at her teasing.

“Sam, please. Have you not emasculated enough already with the panties and the stockings?”

“I guess so…for now.” She replied, I wasn’t a fan of the ‘for now’ part she added.

—

I would wear the stockings for her a few times after that night, all it took was a little teasing and pleading on her part and I would cave in and do as she asked. When the stockings had become a regular part of our ‘kinky fun’ as she kept calling it, she graduated to painting my toenails a shiny pink. I wish I could say that I put up more resistance, but I was thinking with my other head most of the time by this point. Wearing panties was turning me on and Sam knew it. Once she got me worked up enough she knew I could be convinced to try something new. I tried to tell myself that it was all harmless fun and that it would never extend beyond our bedroom, but I was wrong.

Sam was slowly but surely turning me into her sissy and I didn’t realize it. All I kept telling myself was that it was just a little kinky fun between two people, but I was the boiled frog in this case. Sitting in the pan and not noticing how the water was getting hotter and hotter until it was too late.

The night Sam convinced me to let her do my makeup proved to be a turning point. I had sat in her makeup chair and let her work on my face. When she came at my eyebrows with tweezers I jerked my head back to stop her.

“Woah….not the eyebrows, people will be able to tell.”

“Oh relax, I’m just neatening them up a bit, it will be fine. Trust me.” I knew by this point that I would eventually give in, hell I was already wearing panties, stockings and a pink, silk vest top she had given me. Plus I was hairless and had painted toenails, I had lost the argument before it even started.

Sam worked on my eyebrows for a few minutes, tweezing and plucking hairs until they were thinner and more arched. Definitely feminine in appearance but Sam assured me that it was barely noticeable and that I was just being paranoid.

I remember getting a slow, sensual blowjob that night and fell asleep with my makeup still on. 

The following morning, Sam thought it would be a ‘totally hot idea’ for me to wear panties under my regular pants for the day. I wasn’t so sure.

“Come on, babe. Just imagine how hot it will be, you walking around in your sexy panties all day, I’ll be so wet I bet I’ll hardly be able to keep my hands off you. Besides, we’re not going anywhere. Just hanging around the house. Leave the panties on…Oh and the stockings too. That will be so fucking sexy.”

“Fine, fine. But just around the house! If we need to go anywhere then I’m changing.” I said, my protests were getting weaker and weaker all the time.

So I was sitting at home in my living room, watching TV while wearing some sweatpants that concealed my blue panties and pale, nude stockings from view. All except my feet of course, with their clearly painted toenails. Sam was currently out, meeting up with an old friend for a quick afternoon coffee. She had made me promise to keep my clothes exactly as they are while she was gone.

I was almost constantly aroused that day thanks to my clothes. The stockings and panties had become a sign of sexual gratification for me, and just wearing them seemed to cause my cock to cry out for some attention.

Just as I let one of my hands wander down the front of my pants to stroke my erection, I heard the front door open. 

Sam was back, but she wasn’t alone! I heard a second female voice in the hallway. She had brought her friend home with her while I was sitting here in stockings and with painted nails on display.

I quickly folded my feet underneath myself on the couch, hiding my feet from view while trying to reposition my hardon so that it wasn’t visible as Sam and her friend entered.

“Hey, babe.” Sam said, entering the living room followed by a woman I had never seen before. She was tall and rather attractive with pale-ish skin and straight, well kept hair. She seemed to carry herself with an obvious confidence.

“Babe, this is Kristina. She’s an old friend from when I used to do the fetish convention circuits with Mel a few years ago. She was considering buying a house near here one day so I thought I’d show her around.” Kristina was watching me, thoughtfully as though she was scanning me for something.

“Hi, Kristina, I’m Carl. Nice to meet you.” I said, politely.

“It’s nice to meet you, Carl.” Kristina replied, equally polite. “Your eyebrows look lovely.”

I blushed instantly as Kristina smiled slightly, Sam was standing to her side grinning from ear to ear. 

“Thanks I uhh, Sam tidied them up for me yesterday and I think she went a little overboard.” I said, glaring at Sam who was clearly loving this.

Then Sam decided to turn the screw. “Baby, don’t be rude. Stand up and greet our guest properly.”

—

I guess I’ll have to finish this story another time. Mistress says if I’m a good girl she will release my little girl-cock from its cage later on and it’s been too long since I got any relief. So I’d better go put on my maid uniform and start cleaning before she gets back. My poor butt can’t take another spanking….Although I do like spankings…maybe I’ll wait a while.

Candy. XxX