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Daughter Makes Dad her Sissy
Date: 7/8/2015, Categories: Fetish, Shemales, Taboo, Author: drew1207, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
Why hadn't he thought of that yesterday? Well, somebody had! What was going on? Steve struggled some more to get up, but he could only maneuver so far. He gave up trying. He was going to scream, but then he remembered that the last person he saw was Jen. Yeah, she had helped him up the stairs and into bed when he said he was feeling lightheaded. She even helped him take off his shoes... Should he call out to her for help? What if there was an intruder—was she also tied up? But if she wasn't, maybe she could help him? But if she came to help him, did he really want her to see him wearing her undies again? Before he could decide what to do, he heard the door opening. It was Jen. She was wearing the same clothes that she had been when she came home from school—a tight white t-shirt that had the word "angel" written on the front and a short black skirt like she always seams to wear. Her blond hair was back in a girlish ponytail. Her hands were behind her back. She looked at her bound dad, saw that he was now awake, and put on a big smile. Then, in an innocent schoolgirl voice, "Oh honey I'm so glad that you're ok now! You weren't feeling well, but I'm gonna take care of you." What was she talking about, Steve thought. He finally said, "Jen, what's going on here. Did you tie me up? Take these things off my wrists." "Oh silly Daddy, I don't think so. You need to be taught a lesson. I hadn't realized how much so until last night. It's ok if you want to ... be a sissy, you just have to do it right! So now you're Steffie—ok Steffie?" What was she talking about? "Jen, I'm sorry about last night. But what are you doing to me? Why did you dress me up like this and tie me up? Let me go now!" "I don't think so, Steffie! You're mine tonight. You're in for a night you'll never forget!" And with that Jen approached her bound father. She moved her hands in front of her, finally revealing what she had been hiding. It was a blond wig, with exaggeratingly long hair. Steve recognized it. Jen had worn it in a silly school play a couple of years ago. "Here you go Steffie, the perfect look for you?" And with that she placed the wig on his head. He tried to fight it, but after a few seconds she succeeded in securing it in place. "You look so good, Steffie! Almost like a s****r to me! Let me show you." Jen ran out from the room, but returned in a second with a mirror and a camera. She came close to Steffie and held out the mirror. Steve was shocked! He couldn't imagine what he was seeing! The reflection in the mirror had elements of his face, but it was a woman's—not just a woman's but a slut's, a whore's! He saw the long blond hair, now flowing down over his shoulders and down to his bra-covered tits. His lips were pained. Yes, he had on bright red lipstick! And rouge and mascara and all that other girl stuff. He didn't know the first thing about makeup, but he sure saw a lot of it on his face—just like a cheap ...