Work it, Work Sissy

Annabelle sat alone in the break room. She quietly ate a sandwich as she usually did; only this time, she plotted revenge. Annabelle was the only woman in the office and the men she worked with made that plainly obvious every day. She was pretty and petite with wavy auburn hair that came a couple inches below her chin. Annabelle typically dressed in proper office attire. Sure the skirts tended to be a little short but that didn't mean she should be harassed for it. She also wore tall black or sometimes red heels that tended to draw a lot of attention. This meant that not only was she the one woman of the office, she was the hottest thing those men saw each and every day. They made sure she knew it and Annabelle was quick to reach her limit. It was when the seemingly nice new guy joined in on the fun that Annabelle decided enough was enough. 

Brad was kind enough at first. He wasn't as burly and gruff as some of the other men were. His frame was petite for a grown man and his dirty blonde hair was a bit shaggy compared to his coworkers. Annabelle had high hopes that he might be the one to finally treat her like a person rather than an object. That was until Brad's new friends talked him into slapping Annabelle's butt. 

Annabelle was shocked. She excused herself and quickly left the room. She hated how meek she had become under the constant barrage of objectification. Human Resources wouldn't help her. They hadn't been helpful at all in the past. Annabelle felt like crying; instead, she pulled out her phone to distract herself. She browsed random shopping sites she found through ads. It tended to be a good way to get a laugh or find a deal. That day, Annabelle found both in the form of 'special' glitter.

CORRECT. CONTROL. CONQUER.

The ad was intense. It was described as a powder to be used in correcting behavior. Like a spray bottle for a cat. On closer inspection, it was far more than that. Annabelle did her research and found that the majority of buyers were on fetish forums; specifically, sissy forums. Apparently, if combined with the right products, the powder could have transformative properties. Some claimed mental changes as well. One person described it as a total transformation of their partner. Their intelligent, would-be politician husband was now their 'cock worshipping sissy bitch.'

Annabelle had seen enough to know that the powder was at least non-toxic. Worst thing that could happen was someone was covered in harmless glitter. Why not try it out? She purchased enough glitter to cover a horse. More than enough, or so she hoped. 

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The package arrived on a Monday. Annabelle filled one of her old purses with the glitter. It was a heavily used black leather bag with a worn gold strap. Annabelle had chosen it specifically to test the powder. Several warning labels both on the website and on the packaging claimed that the powder could affect anything it touched. Annabelle was careful to pour it in as cleanly as she could. She then watched and waited to see if the powder was the real deal. 

Almost immediately the inside of the bag went from worn fabric interior to a pink silken one with the word 'sissy' stitched all over in a pattern. The transformation moved to the zipper and turned the plain silver zipper into an oversized white plastic one. Both the strap and the interior received the treatment. The cracked leather turned to pink fabric covered in a clear plastic to give it a cheap little girl's toy vibe. 

"Well I'll be damned. This might just work…" Annabelle cautiously grabbed the zipper and sealed the bag. No noticeable changes occurred from the contact. She was safe. Unlike her soon-to-be-victim Brad. Annabelle almost felt bad for him. Soon he would be the center of attention and, if the forums were right, their coworkers would finally have the cumdump they've craved for so long.

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Brad sat at his desk with his eyes firmly on the clock. Only a few minutes to lunch. He couldn't wait to get up from his desk. Not that he had done much work. Brad sat next to Annabelle and had stared at her all morning. She had chosen an incredibly short skirt for her outfit that day. It had been hard for Brad to do little more than stare at Annabelle's thighs and hide his erection. Perhaps if he had been more perceptive, he would've noticed the girly girl purse that sat next to Annabelle under her desk. 

The clock struck twelve and Annabelle stood from her desk with the purse in hand. She made a show of picking it up. Her ass nearly fell out of her skirt. She was sure her black silk panties were on display. Brad watched with great interest. His eyes completely fixated on Annabelle's plump rear end. When Annabelle left her desk, he followed closely after under the guise of getting his lunch from the break room. So distracted was he that he didn't notice Annabelle's change in direction. She led him into the supply closet and shut the door behind them. Brad stood in the dark for a moment before he realized something was off.

"Why's it so dark in here?"

Annabelle pulled a string next to her and a single light flickered on above them. "Hey, Brad. See something you like?" Brad no longer hid his erection. He tried to stammer out a reply but was quickly shushed by Annabelle. "Pull your pants and underwear down to your knees and I'll show you more." Brad obeyed without a second thought. A soft moan escaped his lips as Annabelle grabbed his shaft. "Such a big boy! I bet you're one of the biggest here." Annabelle smirked. "Too bad." She reached into the sissified purse and sprinkled a generous amount of powder over his erect cock. 

Brad looked down just in time to see the glitter dust his dick and balls. A second later all the hair fell from his crotch until he was completely hairless. His sack shrunk until it was barely noticeable under his semi-flaccid cock.

Annabelle giggled as Brad's cock grew small and soft in her hand. She watched with glee as he realized what had happened. "What's the matter little Bradley? You don't like girls anymore?"

"N-No! I like girls! I just...it's cold!"

"The cold turned your eight inch monster into a little baby dick? It's hardly even as big as my pinky now. Do the other guys know they're working with a little baby?"

Brad's ego was under attack. He grumbled angrily and reached down to grab his underwear. Unfortunately for him, the dusting of glitter had done more than turn his cock pathetic. His plaid boxers had turned into a frilly pink thong with 'Princess' written on the crotch. He gasped in horror and looked to Annabelle as if to silently plead with her not to laugh. 

Annabelle giggled with glee. "Oh my gosh! How did I miss that thong before? You aren't a baby dick, you're a little sissy aren't you?"

Brad was mortified. "I don't know how these got here! They aren't mine! I'm not a si--"

Annabelle blew a handful of powder straight into his face while he was distracted. "What was that? I couldn't hear you sweetheart."

Brad couldn't speak. He coughed profusely from the glitter. With each powerful exhalation the pitch of his whimpering seemed to go up until his voice was that of a vapid teen girl with a lisp. "I'm not a sissy!" He clutched at his throat when he heard it. "W-What did you do? Why's it so hard to talk right?! I s-sound like a...a…"

"Sissy bitch? A little princess with a tiny dick?"

Brad's face was bright red. "N-No!"

"Oh? You don't think so?" Annabelle pulled out a compact mirror and handed it to Brad. "You dress like a sissy, sound like one, and apparently wear makeup like one too."

Annabelle was right. The reflection in the mirror was a sissy covered in makeup. Their lips were plump and painted a shimmery pink. The rest of their makeup was just as loud. He couldn't help but think he looked like a cute prostitute. The thought terrified Brad. He tried to rub the makeup away but it held firm. 

"Sorry, sweetheart. Looks like your makeup is permanent. Just like those hot pink nails you're sporting."

"Wha--?!" Brad stared at his hands in horror. They were smaller and more feminine. His nails were long and pink and difficult to work with. "I can't type like this!"

"Oh, honey. They didn't hire you to do paperwork. You're the office sissy! The only work you'll be doing is making sure your male coworkers are nice and satisfied, isn't that right?" Annabelle emptied the contents of the purse over Brad's head. He tried to run but his new fingernails prevented him from using the doorknob properly. He could only stand there while his entire body and all his clothing were covered in the sissifying glitter. 

Closest to the purse had been his hair. The dirty blonde shaggy mop atop his head became soft and lightened in color until it was platinum blonde. It grew well past his shoulders and separated itself into two long pigtails tied with pink ribbon. His features and figure feminized further while the transformative glitter's magic seeped down past his hair and into his brain. It worked its way into his conscious and subconscious. Slowly it molded him into the dumb, horny sissy Annabelle was promised. 

Brad's clothing changed next. His once sharp button up and tie turned into a crop top and pink heart choker. The pants and shoes at his feet turned into a short pink skirt and five inch heels. He was unsteady at first but quickly got balance as his thoughts were rewritten. His body changed to match the new attire. His pecs and small nipples puffed out into an ample bosom with soft, plump nipples that were fully erect and easy to see through his flimsy top. His once flat rear and mannish thighs were now plump and perfectly smooth. The heels caused his ass to pop out even further and forced him into proper feminine posture. 

"What's happening?" he whimpered. His body moved by itself and bent over. He pulled his thong and skirt back up. Made sure to wedge the thong up far enough that his coworkers could see what a slutty sissy he was. "Why am I, like, such a naughty si--no! I gotta fi--"

Annabelle stuffed two fingers in Brad's mouth. "Ah ah ah. You already lost, Bradley. No fighting the inevitable. I can smell the pheromones coming off you. There won't be a man alive that'll resist your lovely scent. You're just a brainless sissy now. Brittany the Office Bitch." 

No! I'm Brad! I'm a man. You're going to stop this right now or I'll bend you over my desk and show you who's really the office bitch.

Brad had wanted to say so much. He tried to think about what he would say but his mind had gotten so foggy. It felt so nice to suck on Annabelle's fingers. Before he knew it, he had started to mumble around her fingers.

"I'm Bridaney tha offith bich…." Brittany could barely speak. Drool coated her chin. She had fallen to her knees at some point. Her head bobbed up and down as she thoroughly sucked on Annabelle's fingers. One hand fondled Annabelle's hand while her other fingered her own butt hole. It just felt so good. Just like the real thing. And when Annabelle's fingers went further down her throat, Brittany could barely contain her excitement anymore. The tiny flaccid cock underneath her skirt ejaculated a thick load into her thong. The second spurt was enough to drench the fabric. Cum dribbled down Brittany's thighs and onto the carpeted floor. She had never felt so good. "Fank ooou." She babbled. 

"You're welcome, sissy. Now, hands on the floor in front of you. You made your little sissy mess early so now you have to swallow every drop."

At some point Annabelle had left. Brittany had been leashed and walked through the floor to their boss, Mr. Lawson's office. The older man held Brittany's leash firmly. "You're much better at this than you were at being an employee let alone a man. It's a shame the other nepotism hires aren't as useful as you. I'll have to remember to give Annabelle a raise." 

The sudden realization that he was deep-throating his boss's cock under his desk was enough to shock Brad out of his pretty pink Brittany shell. Just in time for Mr. Lawson's full load to coat the inside of his throat. Brad gasped, his tiny dick twitched, and Brittany immediately returned. The sissy slut gladly guzzled every drop she could and then lapped up any sticky residue from the carpet. Mr. Lawson was right. She was great at this!

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Annabelle couldn't help but smile as she watched Brittany crawl out of Mr. Lawson's office with her own leash in her mouth. She made her way over to Matt's desk and bent herself over his desk. Cum was dried to her chin and neck. She had sucked Mr. Lawson's cock dry and was hungry for more. Matt gladly helped out. Hardly a minute passed before cum spurted out from Brittany's lil cock on onto the floor. Matt spanked her for her behavior and she promised to lick it all up once Matt had filled her up. Everyone had already forgotten about their new, useless coworker Brad. With sissy bitch Brittany around, Annabelle was left completely alone. Brittany made sure that her coworkers were plenty satisfied. Thankfully for the eager little sissy slut, the men were more than happy to use Brittany whenever and wherever they pleased.