Not many stories of story sites around that deal with a gay man being Sissified by another. This has always been my fantasy. Maybe one day I can find that big, strong, and dominant top who wants there to be NO DOUBT who is the top and who is the bottom that he takes his new unsuspecting boyfriends and slowly makes the boy's wifely role in the bedroom his public image out of it.
Sissy Guessing Game
by jock2baSissy
Calvin placed his arm across his little Sissy's shoulders and used his strong arm to pull his narrow shouldered and dainty looking boyfriend closer into his chest. No one on the Train pays attention to the male/male affection, not in the Castro District of San Franscisco like they were. But there are many stares, as always, as people try to decide if they are actually watching male/male affection. Brad turns slightly so he can snuggle closer, his cheek resting against his lover's massive chest as Brad looks lovingly up at his 'man.' Brad's other arm comes across and does a slight and weak-strengthed hug that becomes his hand rubbing the hard muscled chest under his Master's tight fighting t-shirt.
A twinge of hardness hits Calvin's cock as he sees people continue to stare, point and quietly discuss what they're seeing. The two at the front had been sure Calvin had his gay lover held protectively against him, but their debate started again when they saw the finely manicured and dainty hand come to rest on Calvin's chest. The thin women's watch, the thin gold and pearl tennis bracelet, and the Powder Pink color of his french-tipped nails - now those two are sure Calvin is holding his slender flat-chested girl-friend.
Staring down at the adhoring Sissy staring up at him as he seems to seek further protection from his Masculine lover by pressing a close as possible - Calvin smiles remembering how different this Pansy creature is from the athleticly inclined, slightly cocky gay boy he had met at a Flag Football Open Practice 3 years ago in San Diego. The two of them had warmed up together, Brad tossing perfect spirals as they played catch and chatted about Saturday's College Games. The Sissy-boy looking up at him couldn't throw a spiral, could only clumsily heave a football. Over 2 years of no weight training, low-protein meals, weight shredding diets and excerises along with the ever present 1 inch nails, had reduced the chances of a perfect spiral thrown by Brad to 0%. His little Cocksucker's lips had their ever-present and constantly check and reapplyed coat of the glittery diamond shine pink lipstick. Calvin's cock had an almost constant coat of this color smeared on the shaft of his dick as Brad would sneak any opportunity to get his faverorite toy out and wrap his lips around it. It had been Brad's love of Calvin's hard cock and Calvin's absolute refusal to ever be anything but the masculine role in the relationship that had sealed Brad to him and had slowly let Calvin sink him into the effeminant sissy personilaty and image outside the bedroom that Brad so willingly played in the bedroom. No one who begs for Calvin's cock in his ass the way Brad always had, then moans, whimpers and squeals the whole time it's pumping away in him, and who often shoots his cum without even having his dick touched - no one who was that much a woman and submissive in bed, would ever make a decision or have imput on what Calvin did out of bed. Brad was willing to take the deal, as long as he still got pounded with that cock.
It was the make-up and hair that would initially get people to double-take their first look at Calvin's effeminant Sissy. The light coats of pastel colored make-ups apparent up-close, invisible from a distance, but also seeming to appear of disappear depending on the angle Brad's face leaned or if he was smiling or not. His eyebrows were definitly plucked and arched to much for any real man, but surely - people would think - many completely swishy faggots do their eyebrows in such a girly fashion? The women would realize that his smooth complexion could only be possible throught the use of foundation make-up, would a boy use foundation? But not even a faggot pansy would were those shiny pink heart earrings - so people would, once again, decide Calvin was fucking a pussy every night. After all, that henna-red dyed pixie cut is something only a real girl would get, even if it is short enough for a boy's cut.
Two of the 'gays' standing near Calvin and Brad's 'stage' strike up a conversation with Calvin and get a piece of their clue when they find Calvin is taking his lover to a Gay Bar in Castro - but Brad knows who should handle any talking with men or give answers to questions. Brad kept his mouth shut and head pressed close to his husband, saying hello in a highly appropriate and polite manner by simply raising his eyes and smiling sweetly at the two gay gentlemen, realizing that even the more 'gay' acting of the two men would still end up dominating and screwing Brad if they ended up having sex - so Brad should respect their more dominant roles with only the most submissive and shy of welcomes.
Calvin hears them both mutter, "It's a boy. A little twink."
"Honey, your lips," Calvin whispers down seeing the relaxed and loving Sissy suddenly get a panicked look in his eyes and he quickly sets up and looking around franticly, "My purse, Darling, where is my purse? It's on that side, could you hand it to me?" The puzzled passengers now watch as Brad goes into perfect narcisistic girl mode. His legs crossed at the thigh, sitting on the edge of his chair, back straight as he franticly digs in the highly effeminant white patent purse laying pantyliners, a make-up bag and small bottle of perfume aside before pulling out a silver and gold compact and a tube of Diamond Shine Pink lipstick. The two 'gay's' look at each other, role their eyes and shrug their shoulders as Brad primps in his little mirror, applying and blotting and applying until his lips shine perfectly and brilliant enough to need a cock to go around. "I'm so sorry," Brad mutters apoligicly to Calvin, "I should pay more attention. Brad clinches his fists as much as his nail allow and his shoulders give a slight shake as the holds his purse to his stomach and leans back into Calvin's chest, "One of the few little things I'm responsible for and I mess it up - I'm so sorry, Calvin."
"It's alright, Baby," Calvin reasshures Brad's fragile ego, "you worry about looking pretty and being my perfect little wife in bed. You are still the best Cocksucker I've ever seen and that's something to be proud of."
It had been during Brad's second year of Sissification that Calvin and his buddy, Carl had used every means possible to reinforce insecurities, depenedancy and a fear of not properly maintaining the expected Sissy image. The thought of being placed back into bondage punishment for letting his lipstick smudge was a terrifying consideration for Brad's little mind.
A girl across the aisle appears to become little upset when she realizes Brad is wearing the same pants she is, even though hers are tan and his black. They're both the rear-zippered, no pocket, low-riding black slacks sold at Victroia's Secret. The flairing leg that ends just at the ankle allows amost half a calf of ultra-sheer panty-hosed calf to be revealed to the game contestants. The dangling foot even let's the more observant to notice Brad's slightly heeled thatch-weaved leather sandles with a barely noticable open heel and an open toe made obvious by the brightly painted pink toenails and a little glint from Brad's dainty ankle bracelet.
"This is our stop, Sweety," Calvin informs Brad who instantly seeks out Calvin's strong calused hand to envelope his own while he picks up his purse with the other. A lady at the back points out the outline of Brad's lacy black bra that is visible under his thin satiny women's blouse. Brad is so natural with his Sissy Stances now. His one hand holding tightly with his husband's, the other clutching his purse tightly against his little A cup breasts that he always appears to be trying to show off due to all the corest training and high heel wearing that pushed his chest forward and ass out.
Calvin steps off the train, and Brad gets cut-off by another passenger, even though their hands are still together, Calvin here's a panicked, "Don't leave me!, Calvin!" The reastiblishment of seeing him relaxes the boy a little. People seem to take one last look as Brad minces quickly to keep up with Calvin's broad confident strides. His foot in front of foot mincing causes Brad's ass to swish wildly as his shoes to click, clack down the sidewalk.
People have a hard time deciding whether the thing on Calvin's arm is a girl or a boy, but Calvin knows that everyone who sees them is confident of one fact, whatever it is, it is most certainly Calvin's subserviant Bitch.
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