It should have been an easy job. In and out. I’ve never served time or convicted because I’m a professional. But something about watching the owner of the largest Adult store in the country: Kink Addiction, excited me. When I passed a mannequin displaying sissy clothes, I had an idea. Leave a little surprise behind.

Naked except for a pair of sissy panties, stroking my erection, the owner returned. Mistress Ginger catches me red-handed, or cock in hand would be a better portrayal. Forgetting about the backpack full of cash, jewels, and other valuables, the broken door, and that I’m in her store, I can think of nothing to say, but I’m not gay.

She doesn’t believe me. She doesn’t believe me and decides that I have a choice. Go to jail dressed like a sissy or enter her rehabilitation and community service program.

I agree. What choice did I have? I didn’t know how much of my manhood I would have to give up to rehabilitate. I’m forced to enter Mistress Ginger’s feminization program or go to jail.

My feminization continued that night. She didn’t wait. My cock was locked up, and I was dressed like a sissy and forced to watch sissy hypnosis videos all night. In the morning, my sissy maid training began, and the sissy hypnosis ability to turn me into a sissy slut was tested.

I’d say what I did would confirm how well they work.