Snow Bunny: the Sissy Maker

Brandon Park had been clocking in at his new job for a few months now. It was a job - not a passion, but it paid the bills with a reasonable workload. Jennifer Tuls, his coworker, was a force to be reckoned with. With her G-cup breasts, hourglass figure, and mom-bod that screamed MILF, she was hard to ignore. Since Brandon started, she'd been overly helpful, always smiling at him, her eyes lingering a bit too long. There were times when her touches seemed more than friendly - a brush on the arm, a hand on his shoulder. Today, as they were packing up for the day, Jen leaned in close, her perfume filling Brandon's nostrils.

"Hey Brandon," she purred, "I was thinking... why don't you come over to my place? We could have some fun."

Brandon's heart skipped a beat. He'd been secretly hoping she'd make a move. He agreed without hesitation.

An hour later, he was at her doorstep. Her place was nice, feminine, with soft music playing inside. As soon as he entered, Jen had a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Brandon, I have this crazy idea. I've been wanting to do this for ages. How about we play dress-up? I have this whole collection of women's clothes that might be your size and I think you'd look amazing in them."

Brandon's eyes widened in disbelief. "Jen, I'm a guy. I don't think that's a good idea. I mean, why would I want to do that?"

But Jen was already pulling him towards her bedroom. "Oh come on, it's just for fun. Live a little!"

For some inexplicable reason, Brandon found himself giving in. The next half hour was a whirlwind. Jen was like a fashion stylist on a mission. She slipped a lacy black thong up his legs that barely concealed his dick and disappeared between the globee of his ass, followed by fishnet stockings that hugged his chunky thighs. A short, pleated skirt was next, only covering the upper half of his booty.

Jen then selected a tight, low-cut top that pushed up what little chest Brandon had, accentuating his nipples through the fabric. She spent what felt like ages on his makeup - dark eyeliner that made his eyes pop, bright red lipstick that made his lips look plump and inviting, and blush that gave his cheeks a feminine glow. His hair was styled into loose curls that framed his androgynous face perfectly.

When she finally stepped back and made Brandon look in the mirror, he was speechless. The man he once knew was gone. In his place was a stunning, sexy woman. His big, round bubble-butt looked even more pronounced in the skirt, and the stockings made his legs look endless. He was horrified and yet, there was a strange flutter in his stomach that he refused to acknowledge.

Jen clapped her hands in delight. "Oh Brandy, you look absolutely gorgeous! I knew you'd be a natural."

Brandon's head snapped around. "Brandy? Jen, this has gone too far. I need to change back."

But Jen just laughed. "Oh no, honey. You're Brandy now. And our guests are about to arrive."

Just then, the doorbell rang. Brandon's heart dropped to his stomach. Guests? What guests? He tried to move towards the bedroom to change, but Jen blocked his way.

"Ah ah ah, Brandy. Our guests are here and they're very excited to meet you."

She opened the door, and Brandon's breath caught in his throat. Standing there were two large, muscular black men. One was wearing a jacket with jeans and had short hair and a stylish beard, the other was wearing a well-fitted suit and had a more clean-cut look. Both were towering over Jen, their presence filling the doorway.

"Jay, Darryl, come in. I want you to meet Brandy."

Darryl, also known as DJ, stepped inside first, his eyes immediately locking onto the transformed Brandon - or Brandy as Jen now insisted on calling him. His lips curled into a predatory smile. "Well, well... what do we have here, Jen?"

Jay, or JB, followed close behind, his gaze roaming up and down Brandy's body. "Damn, girl. You clean up real nice. Jen said she wanted to introduce us to someone today, but I didn't know Jen had such a hot friend."

Brandy's face flushed a deep shade of red, a mix of emasculation, embarrassment, and something else he didn't want to name. His legs felt weak in the high heels Jen had forced him into. "This is a mistake. I'm not... I'm not a woman. I'm a man. And I'm not gay. I need to leave."

Jen's hand shot out, grabbing Brandy's arm firmly. "Now, now, Brandy. Where are your manners? These are my guests. And you look too good to be hiding away."

DJ walked closer, his cologne filling Brandy's nostrils."Yeah, Brandy. Why don't you come over here and say hi properly?”