I’m a sissy maid fiction

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“Relax man, All you gotta do is steal our trtgh’y back”
“But what happens if they catch me
“How are they going to catch you?”
“They might Ind out that I’m a guy”
“And thats why we transformed gov into a ”girl. You don’t
even resemble your mer self.

“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to do this anymore”
“You should have said that before. The onl way to turn you back is with the other side of the gem lyhe gem that was mistakenly encrusted into the “why that we were supposed to win if they di n’t cheat.”

90 l’vejust got to earn their trust and steal the trophy?”
“Take your time though. It is a charity based cafe owned by the rival team. They’d be on the look out”

“And thats wh I’m a maid? and not a chef or cashier?”
The chef is stuck in the kitchen, the cashier is stuck at the register. The waitress has to go everywhere.”
Defeated, Micheal got his job at the cafe. Funnily‘enough the trophy was on full display behind the register. ichea was there for weeks waiting for his chance to be alone so he could
get enough time to pick the case, steal the trophy, and vanish. Unluckily for him, the trophy had been encrusted with other magical gems and the gathering of them was no mistake. A secret gift from the higher ups to support a very important charity commission. Michael’s memory was wiped

‘and replaced im new, artificial memories of him serving the I cafe and e other team since he was a young girl.

Source: Feminization.us Blog
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A Dainty December

i won’t have a very specific theme for my December posts here on The Daily Panty, but for the most part i’ll try to keep things both “Christmasy” and dainty.

This little bikini panty from Victoria’s Secret kind of fits the bill.  Even though it’s probably more suited for Valentine’s Day with those pretty little hearts, a good argument can be made for the Christmas season as well.

love,

sissy terri
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Well known artifacts crossdressing fiction

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Why yes, I am Dr. Jones, the archaeologist.

No, the guy who did all that stuff before World War II was my grandfather! And if
you don’t believe that some of the artifacts he supposedly found are real, then
you’re an idiot.

No way to prove it? Idiot! I am living proof that things like that exist. Sure it might
not have been one of those well known artifacts like Excalibur or The Holy Grail
that did this to me, but it was still a powerful artifact.

What was it? Oh just an ancient fertility idol. Kind of looked like all the bad
stereotypical ones you find in bad movies. It was just sitting there, in an old shrine
at the back of a recently re-opened cave. Just by looking at it, you’d never have
realized that it was meant to turn whoever picked it up into the avatar of the
shrines goddess. Or at least that’s what legends said.

Yeap. That’s what happened to me. From a guy to a girl in an instant.

You want me to find the famous ‘Cup of Dionysus’? Sure. But you’re coming
along. And you get to take the first drink out of the cup.

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