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Chapter 9: Taking It

"Take it like the good sissy you are," Harper said, squeezing one of my hands.

I was on my back on the bed, legs resting on Tiffany's lace-covered shoulders while she lined her clitty up with my rear. She was shaking, her whole body quivering with feral need. If it really had been weeks since her last orgasm, I could only imagine how long it had been since she — as Tiffany or Riley — had fucked Harper.

She's going to take that frustration out on me.

And take my sissy virginity at the same time.

For the second time in a week, I was on my back in lingerie. I looked between my legs at Tiffany, biting my lip as I felt her clit slip between my cheeks and push against my rear. My plug had been removed. Now it was just Tiffany there, warm and thick. Just her presence was enough to make my chest tighten and stomach clench again. I tried to breathe deeply and evenly, to relax myself as much as I could.

"Are you ready, Tiffany?" Harper asked. "Are you ready to fuck Kelsey?"

My stomach flipped over.

"Oh god, yes," Tiffany moaned, her clitty twitching against me. "She looks so pretty and sexy like this."

The compliment made my clit twitch. Tiffany reached out and stroked me slowly, giving me a nervous smile. All of this was almost like a first kiss — both of us just as awkward and scared as we were excited. Desperately hoping for it to be good, and terrified of what doing it meant. About the innocence we were about to lose, the step we were about to take. I was quivering, my body electric with need.

I want her to fuck me, I realized to my surprise.

"Make me a sissy," I murmured to Tiffany as she stroked me. "Please, I want you to. Make me Harper's pretty little sissy slut."

I could tell she was anxious too. A first time for both of us, a step over a line that we could never go back across. An act that would signify Harper's control over us forever. We both knew that if we were willing to go this far, there was no limit on what we'd do for her.

"I want you so bad, Tiffany," I moaned, hoping to give her some confidence. "Fuck me, please!!"

"Miss Harper?" Tiffany asked, voice shaking but clit hard.

"She's begging you, Tiffany," Harper said, hand furiously rubbing between her legs. "Give her what she wants. What I want. What I know you want. When was the last time you got to fuck another girl, Tiffany?"

"It's been years, Miss Harper," she sighed.

"Your poor little clitty has been desperate for a nice pussy, hasn't it?"

"God, yes."

"Then give the slut what she needs. Don't be gentle. This might be the last time you get to use your clitty like this."

"Fuck, Miss Harper," she choked, but her clit stayed just as hard.

"I want you," I moaned.

She was burning inside of me, her warmth spreading out through my body. She was slim, barely stretching me more than the plug had. She entered me quickly and smoothly, our girlish gasps and moans blending. Her sissy clit filled me, our lace and silk brushing against each other. Harper watched with obvious glee as her two sissy sluts crossed this final line.

"Fuck, Tiffany," I groaned as she began to thrust. "You feel so good."

"You too, Kelsey," she said. "You're so tight!"

"Good girls," Harper grinned. "That's so hot. Fuck her good, Tiffany. Make her feel like the pretty slut she is."

My stomach jolted with each of her thrusts. She was gentle but firm, her clit grinding into me. Pleasure was rapidly building inside of me, combined with a pressure I'd never felt before. After the week with the plug and Tiffany's careful, tender mouth, I could tell I was on the precipice of orgasm.

"Show her that all she's good for is being fucked, Tiff!" Harper said from next to us. "It's so hot watching two sissies play with each other like this."

Tiffany leaned down and kissed me, pushing my legs further back. Our glossed lips were sticky-smooth against each other. Her tongue was soft and sweet in my mouth, her clit filling me as we kissed. For a moment, she was still, her lips on mine, and I could feel her heartbeat pulse through me. Dressed in lingerie, fucking and being fucked, becoming Harper's sissies.

"So sweet, so pretty," Harper moaned, and I from her tone I could tell she was close to cumming, too. "It's so hot seeing you two make sissy love together."

Something changed in me. Becoming Kelsey, accepting that I had a clit, meeting Tiffany — all of it opened a door that I had gladly walked through. I was a sissy now, through and through. I wanted to be used, to play with another sissy, to be fucked. I wanted to look pretty and get ravaged, like a good sissy should.

"Fuck me hard, Tiffany!" I squealed, meaning every word. "Cum inside of me! Make me a fucking sissy!"

Harper moaned in response, and Tiffany gave one thrust that split me in half. The pressure suddenly released, spilling over to pleasure as I felt her explode inside of me. We cried out and moaned as we came together, her filling me while I pumped jet after jet onto my stomach. Our clits surged and twitched together, cum filling and covering me as Harper climaxed next to us.

Weeks and months and years of Tiffany's frustrations filled me. As she came, she leaned down and wrenched my head to hers. We kissed as her clit pumped me full of her sissy cum. I lost myself in her taste. I gave myself up to her — and to Harper. I let myself go. No more fighting it, no more holding back.

I was a sissy now. One of Harper's sissies, with Tiffany. There was no going back now for either of us, even if we had wanted to. But I knew that I never would. They had changed me, transformed me into something new and wonderful.

I was Kelsey, now — and it was all I ever wanted.