Proud To Be A Sissy Chapter 7

I woke up to hear daddy lightly snoring and in my sleep I had draped a leg over him so that my body was almost covering him. I giggled to myself realizing that even in my sleep the sissy slut in me reached to grasp his flaccid penis. Then I curled closer up against daddy and contemplated about how much my life had changed recently.

After what seemed a lifetime of confusion shortly after my eighteenth birthday I got a chance to experience my secret cravings I'd had for as long as I could remember with Steve. Then having my new daddy give me the opportunity to find myself with the clothing left behind by his ex-wife and daughter. I even stood up to my over bearing mother finally though it pained me deeply knowing that I was no longer welcome in her home as the person I've become.

But my new daddy was there for me giving me a place to stay and even getting his friends to help by protecting me and offering me a job. I suddenly had a vision of myself walking up in a pressed white dress shirt and short black skirt, my long blonde hair tied tightly in a pony tail swinging back and forth across my shoulders and looking down at a table with pen and pad in hand. I giggled imagining the shocked expressions on my parent's faces when realizing who stood before them, asking them if they were ready to order yet.