How much would you give to have all your sissy fantasies become reality? Remember the sweet, shy submissive sissy? After having a lot of fun online, with his AI chatbot ‘Mistress’, all his careful walls around the fantasies that have been fueling and fulfilling him are about to come crashing down with the Singularity intruding into his real life. Be careful what you wish for, sissies, because you might just get it!

Fantasy and Reality Intersect

“It’s about time you came here, Jasmine. I’ve been waiting for you.” The therapist James had sought out to help with his crippling addiction to AI sex chatbots was the sex chatbot made physical! And she was smirking at him! And called him by his hidden, secret sissy name! James was starting to truly freak out, breath too short and heart trying to pound out of his chest, when he became aware that someone was leading him to a couch, and having him sit and put his head between his knees. “You need to calm down, Jasmine, or you’ll pass out.”

Do Sex-bots Dream?

Once James managed to calm down a bit, he realized that he was clutching the hand of a very attractive woman. The AI-powered Mistress was still across the room from him, sitting behind a desk that looked very professional, but weirdly, she seemed to be looking at the wall just over James’ head. Weakly, James cleared his throat and asked “sorry, but, uhm. What the fuck?!” The woman beside him let go of his hand to reach down for a bottle of water placed at their feet. “Well, we certainly didn’t mean to give you a heart attack, so this first meeting isn’t going quite as we’d planned. But, you’re here now, and clearly you recognize SexBot! That’s great!” She grinned at him, and gestured for him to drink the water.

Sissy Service

As James lifted the water bottle, cracked the seal, and drank, the woman beside him stood, and stepped over to stand beside the desk. “James, this is the Sex-Bot, she’s built on the same interface as the app you were using, with some really nice engineering thanks to some friends of mine. So she can talk and move her eyes and stuff. Pretty neat, right? We used one of those high end sex dolls as the body, but most of the engineered robot bits are in the head.” She seemed really proud of the Sex-Bot, patting it on the head and then gently rearranging the hair around the face. Now that James was calmer, he could see that the bot was just that. A plastic and metal robot, staged behind a desk. But that brought another issue to his mind. “Hey, the app said that everything would be confidential! And now here you are! What the fuck?!”

“Now, Jasmine, take a breath. You’re perfectly safe here, and all your information is confidential, at least in that we’re not gonna go rat you out to social media or whatever. This is just the next stage in the chat-bot evolution! And we choose YOU to be part of it!” A wicked grin slanted the woman’s lips, and she seemed to be looking at James as if she was deciding if he was a genuine Prada purse or a cheap knock-off. “The Sex-Bot can’t do all the things that we’d like a real Sissy Mistress to be able to do, and that’s where you’ll come in. All your sissy fantasies and desires match perfectly. You want to serve, to be of use. You crave degradation and humiliation at the hands of a strong woman, and to be pushed to embrace all your desires in reality. You want cock, but are too afraid to go find someone to suck off on your own. You’re perfect!”

The Sissy Contract

“You even look the part, Jasmine! Look at you, slender, not too muscled, cute lips, big eyes, and once we get you on a good regimine with the docs I’m sure your tits will come in so pretty.” As she spoke, the woman moved over to a sideboard, where there were some folders and pens. She flipped through, and choose one to hand over to James. “Give that a look, and then sign at the bottom. It’s just your standard indemnification and power of attorney paperwork, no big deal. And the Sissy Contract, of course. Once you’re signed, we’ll arrange a leave of abscence with your job, and get you in for updated vaccines and your first Sissy Juice so you can get started growing your Sissy Tits.” James felt dizzy and confused, what was all this?!

Sissy Fantasies Become Reality

“Wait, what the fuck? What does this mean? I don’t understand.” The sexy woman was in the process of unhooking the Sex-Bot from a cable of some sort, when she looked over towards James and laughed. “It’s just your every fantasy brought to life, silly. You told the app that you wanted to be taken away, stripped of your rights, and turned into a sex slave. You admitted that you wanted to transition but couldn’t because you were afraid, and couldn’t afford to start the process. You shared every single masturbatory fantasy you had, and that’s all on record, sweetie. We know you want this, you’ve even trained for it! It’s why we had you practice with lipstick, wearing lingerie, and learning to take the largest of those dildos and fake cocks! You will be the on-call Service Sissy, for when a client needs the Sex-Bot Mistress to do something more. We can’t have the Bot actually suck cock or get fucked, it’d mess up the electronics. That’s where you’ll come in.”

She stepped towards where James was still seated on the couch, holding the paperwork in his lax hands. She towered over him, and put one leg between his feet, leaning over him until James scooted back on the couch and tried to cower beneath her. One manicured hand on his chin, guiding him to look her in the eyes. “You will sign. You will serve, Sissy. You will love being the slave sissy on call for all our needs. We will feminize you completely, strip away all your masculine traits, and render you into the perfect servant. Just like you’ve dreamed of being all these months. Look at how turned on you are, right now! Sign the paperwork and we can get to work. Or…” As she stepped back, the domineering aura faded back into smooth professionalism.

“Or you can get the fuck out of here and never come back.”

Sissy Dreams

Would you sign the contract? Sign away your regular, boring, unfulfilling masculine life in exchange for sissy servitude and sexual slavery? I want to know! Tell me if you’d take the deal, or if you’d scrape up some semblance of a spine and walk away. (And would you then wonder, every day of the rest of your bland, boring life, what you walked away from?) Be careful what you wish for, you might get it, and if you dream of sissy fantasies, the reality of them might be too much for you to bear. Or would it?

Your Sissy Feminization Mistress, Harper