There are days when you can faintly remember what it was like before your sissy transformation. Sometimes you have dreams about the man you used to be, and shed a single tear as you fitfullly toss and turn in your sleep. What was your name? Brandon? Bradley? This place has walls that seem to move and shift, what was there a moment prior, giving way to something else that wasn’t there before. You used to be a macho man, you think to yourself. But then there are days like this, when being a sissy is all you know. You tend to your chores, service your wife’s every need, and entertain the guests. Your wife…. ah yes… You remember your wife, don’t you? And then that inkling of a memory returns: You were a macho man, and superior to women. Oh no, but that can’t be right, can it? Macho men don’t wear frilly sissy pink aprons, and crinkly panties, and suck their wife’s lovers cock, do they?
The Perfect Life
You had the picture perfect marriage. You were the CEO of a successful accounting firm; your wife was a high profile defense lawyer. You lived a comfortable existence. The big house, the dog, beautiful neighborhood. Then, seemingly out of nowhere your wife gets a proposition from another law firm, and a very nice bonus if she accepts. The position would take her out of state, if she accepted, and would mean you would either have to leave your cozy position at the accounting firm, or stay behind. A thought which unsettled you, being without your wife, so you gave in, and relocated to the new city.
A New Life In Stepford
The first thing you noticed, was that all the houses were identical, the new gated community you moved into. When you asked your wife, how she found out about this place, and the details about the “new job” she’d been offered, her answer was ambiguous and left you with a sense of foreboding. This would not be the last time you noticed something different, about your wife’s behavior. More importantly, you would also begin to see that things were not nearly as cookie cutter perfect as they appeared to be.
The Husband’s Induction
Things had slowly begin to slide downhill for you, and your once perfect marriage. Your wife becoming distant, cold, distracted. The strange way the other wives would stare at you when you were coerced to attend yet another Stepford cocktail party or get together. And then there were the “husband” activities, that you were encouraged to attend. That may not have been the first sign, but it definitely was the strongest signal that something was terribly wrong. An all male aerobics class, where you had to wear a tight white tshirt, and pink 70’s style running shorts, with white piping. You felt so uncomfortable, yet the other men seemed so obedient. Willing even, to be made a spectacle of. But that wasn’t the worst part, no. It was your aerobics instructor that really gave you cause for alarm. “She” was dressed like a woman, but she didn’t exactly look like one.
A Weekend Discovery
After a bizarre turn of events, you decided to investigate what was really going on, and why the men here acted like brainwashed robots. You would soon wish you hadn’t. It was the house of the tupperware party hostess, and wife of one of your new found male friends, but what was going on in there now, wasn’t anything you’d ever seen at a tupperware get together before. It was the sounds that set you off, at first, and then – as you crept up the stairs, trying not to make any noise – you saw it. It was Bill alright, but he was dressed up as a playboy bunny in all pink, and he was on his knees with his wife’s strap on cock in his mouth, while another younger, very hung gentlemen stood by, waiting his turn.
Blown Cover
You moved your foot, just a centimeter, and heard a loud thud behind you. Followed by a click and a whirring of gears, as “Bill” stopped sucking his wife’s dick and turned to look right at you. You tried to run, but it was no use. Mistress stood over you, big dildo dangling, her boy toy grabbing you from behind and knocking you unconscious. When you awaken, you are strapped to an examination table. All of your clothes have been removed, and there’s a mirrored ceiling above your head. You cry out, when you see your reflection and realize that you’ve been waxed bare. All your body hair has been removed, even your head and eyebrows have been shaved. “You found us out,” you hear a voice say, and you turn your head, to see the tupperware mistress standing by the exam table, with your wife, and ALL the other wives are there as well.
The End Of Your Macho Manhood
They were all there to say goodbye to “Mr. Daniels” and complete your transformation, into a sissy Stepford wife. The person you thought was Bill – it is explained to you – was merely an experimental droid appropriately titled: Sissy Bimbo Doll 2.0. They tell you that your memory will be erased, and that you will have a chip inserted under your skin, that will control your every move, thought, and action. And that you too, will have a sissy bimbo doll replica of you made, especially for your wife’s use. Of course, when you awaken, you remember none of this. Your new long blonde sissy wig cascades over the shoulders of your pink, puffy sleeved, ruffled dress. Your mary jane pumps click clack down the hall, as you bring your wife and her newly appointed stud some refreshments out by the pool. Everyone is smiling at you, the women looking you over approvingly and congratulating your wife on her new “obedient” sissy Stepford wife.
“Will that be all, ma’am?” you stammer, in a high pitched, lilting voice. Your wife turning to look at you and smiling, “yes, Belinda. You may go back to your pink closet, now.”
If you’ve enjoyed this special Halloween blog post, and would like to schedule a call for your sissy transformation. Or you would like me to turn you into my sissy bimbo doll, you can call me at 1-800-601-6975 or email me at brighton@enchantrixempire.com to schedule an appointment. And don’t forget, you can play pass the pumpkin with us, from now until October 29th. Sweet dreams.
Mistress Brighton
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Miss Brighton,
I so adore your Halloween sissy Stepford wife blog. I love the way all of his hair is removed too!
Maid into a nice Sissy housemaid, I wonder how ALL the other wives felt. Probably eager to do their own husbands in turn.
🙂
From a very happy sissy! 😉
Well think about it, you don’t need any body hair if your face will be drawn on, and you’ll be wearing a blonde wig, so your head should be shaved so the wig fits better. The other wives were delighted, from what I could see. 😉
I do get waxed monthly and everything fits and feels so much better. Especially the bras/panties/slips against my soft,smooth girlish skin. I’d love to do call with you Ms Brighton with you & 5 other mistresses Corce feminizing me by asking me to play dress up with you and the other mistresses. I’d be iffy at first but all of you would say it would be harmless fun and you’ve mentioned how nice and sweet of a obidient boyfriend I’ve been.
Also saying that you have me do what you want,basically you have me wrapped around your finger. And that I’m so sweet when ever you want to go shopping for lingerie/makeup/lipsticks/perfumes/dresses/women’s clothes you always take me with you and you’ve mentioned to the mistresses that you have me go to the salon for waxings as well as having me get a French manicure as well have me on your diet to keep you happy and said you’ ex always been curious on how I’d look wearing bra/panties/heels/boots/leggings/
yoga pants/dresses/makeup/lipstick/
perfume and a wig.
What a fabulously delightful scenario this would be! Although I’ve often said, once a woman has a man’s cock in her hands, they are just like an obedient little robot… which is why I enjoy chastity so much… *giggle*. Thank you for a wonderful post!
Men were born to be sissy robots, they will literally do anything you tell them to when you’ve got em by the balls. LOL
oh oh im a sissy dolly
Miss Brighton! This story is amazing! I’m loving the way your mind works. I suddenly want to pack up and move to this town. I love that the guys are ending up the stepford wives in this twist. I wonder if our callers would find this story a scary Halloween nightmare or a fairy tale dream come true?
I was thinking that as well re: moving to stepford where all the men go through sissy training and they all have to wear pink frilly uniforms, and have sissy bimbo doll bot replicas of them. They might get jealous of the bots, though, if the bots get more cock than they do. Hahahahahahaha! I think the guys would pretend they were horrified, but secretly like it. 😉
i dont like it i dont, we are men
i dont like it i dont, we are men
ho ho im a twirlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllling sissy
Mistress Brighten you are such a incredible story teller !Thankyou best wishes love sissy teddy
Thank you! It was fun writing it, and it gave me a good giggle. 😈
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh twirlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
After reading this, I am never going to look at Tupperware the same way again.
Wait…
I don’t remember being blonde.
Every time I forget something, I remember it’s in my pink closet.
But you look darling in that little apron!