"She has taken me over.Phyllis, she calls me. She has guided me toward life as a sissy. Me!"If I had been in a bar, I might have laughed. But I was in...clinical modenow. Everything was compartmentalized. There were repercussions to what hewas telling me. I leaned forward, thinking of leather-attired women withwhips."And what does that entail, Phil?" I asked."Well, obviously, she has me in women's clothing," he said. "It started thefirst night. Right down to my underwear. She has me in panties. “I don’t even know what to say,” she said. “That was weird.”“Are you OK?”“I think so; I just feel really strange right now.”“We have enough time to go soak in the tub before dinner.”“Together?”“Yes. Let me go run the water and then I’ll come back to get you.”“OK.”I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, closed the drain in the tub, and turned on the tap. I adjusted the temperature to be as warm as I thought Cecily could handle, then went back to bed and I lay next to Cecily with my arm around. There were talks about some new county laws of some sort being passed, as well as seeing people show a bit more skin than normal. People, Megan included, wore skimpy clothes to battle the heat, especially during summer, but things just seemed different in a way she couldn't describe.An alarm clock rang. The first day of school was here. Megan reached up and turned it off, and slowly got out of bed. She stumbled over to her dresser and looked at her phone. Another hot day. She got out a t-shirt. I hung the loofa I had been using up on a small shower hook and leaned against the wall, spreading my legs to let Leanne play.One small hand came up to cradle and fondle my balls and I groaned softly. This was an experience I had yet to have with my sister. There was no passionate force, no roughness or claiming, just Leanne slowly and sensuously working my cock and balls with her mouth and hand, and as much as I enjoy rough hard sex, I have to admit that this was the better of the two. It only.