Invasion of the Sissiverse: Failing of the Masculine

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional. For those unowned Subs and Sissies: Rules: 1. First it is time to declare your obedience to me, “I belong to Mistress D”  Go ahead say it, you will feel better. 2. Are you a subjugator?  Or are you subjugated?  Pink or black lipstick as appropriate. (If you have any.) 3. There are transformations done, during the sexiest ones, I want you to stop, touch yourself gently, stroke… and reread the sexiest of the scenes a second time.  You may not cum. 4. I love to use ellipses… I do… Why don’t you… believe me…? But when you see one, if you are wearing lipstick, I want you to press your lips together like a kiss between you and your Mistress. Good girl. 5.  At the end of the story, you can choose to cum, and you will be free until the next story or chapter… But if you are good, and you cum, you should probably thank your Mistress. Enjoy. Mistress Dyvia presents: Invasion of the Sissiverse: Failings of the Masculine By: Mistress Dyvia Chapter 1: The CEO. 

“All in favor?" Corinne asked. All hands rose in favor, "And the motion is passed.” She stood up and looked at the women around the table, “thank you everyone, the next board meeting will be scheduled for 2 weeks from now at 10am. Thank you.”

The board of directors left the building leaving the CEO in her place. She looked down at the papers on the glass table, her eyes looked up at the display that was projected on the screen. The investors had approved it, the board members that represented the shareholders voted for it, it was her plan, perfect execution. A young man walked in, he wore a tight button-down shirt, with a tie, with a pleated pant leg. Corinne did not have to say a word for him to start cleaning up the papers for her. 

She looked them up and down for a moment, "you know Jonathan, you should have those pants tailored a little bit better, if they're a little tighter around your ass, you could probably get yourself a promotion a lot faster." 

He couldn't seem to find the willpower to meet her eyes, but he nodded his head rapidly, “I'll keep that in mind, Ms. Janedotir.”

She smiled and then she walked out. She saw Sheila, who was the VP, “judging by the smiles on their faces, I'm guessing that was flawless." 

Corinne simply smirked, her smile saying all that she needed to do. As they walked by, yhey saw our couple of the secretaries, a couple of shorter young men with brown hair, and Corinne looked at Sheila, “is it me, or are there pants getting tighter every year? Maybe I just haven't fucked one of those cute little men in a while." 

“Well if you got yourself married, made one of those cuties to take your last name, maybe you'd get it anytime you wanted." 

Corinne rolled her eyes, "don't matronize me.” She giggled for a minute, “and what about you and your man? There was a rumor that he ran out of your house screaming the other night and the police had to stop him." 

Sheila shrugged, “it's not that big of a deal. You know, hysterical men. They dragged him back in and let me deal with him in the right way. He won't be making that mistake again.”

As they were walking by, they saw a man reaching over his desk reaching for a pen. Corinne gave his ass a slight slap, "looking good, Lucas!”

Neither Corinne nor Sheila even slowed their walk as they continued back to Corinne's office, but they heard a gentle thanks… not that he meant it, but he knew his place. 

They talked business for a little while, hammered out some of the details of what was voted upon, the VP took the notes, and started heading down to R&D to start getting the process underway.

Once Corinne was alone she pressed a button on her phone, "Bobby, can I have some coffee please.”

A moment later, Bobby walked in holding a cup of coffee, is there anything else, Ms. Janedotir?”

Corinne stood up, and she wrapped a finger around Bobby's tie, “you know, it's almost time for that annual review. Are you looking for a promotion? Maybe raise? That's a little bit more than inflation?"

Bobby seemed nervous, “I'm hoping so, my wife would be very happy with me if I did.”

Corinne wrapped her fingers around that. Tie a little bit more, and started pulling them towards her desk, "speaking of inflation…" Her other hand moved down so it was the front of his pants, she squeezed lately, "I need you to perform well for me, and I'll make sure you review goes great.”

Corinne knew that he was married, that Tomasa was his married name, and that his bachelor name was Avery… But that meant nothing, If he knew his place, and he wanted that promotion, he would perform. 

Lunch time came, and Corinne found herself going outside. There was a wonderful little courtyard across the street. And there are some fun men to look at too, that did the heavy lifting, just like men were intended to… don't want to make them strain their little brains too much. She had her meal delivered, and she took it across the street and sat down at a little Stone bench. 

She took a single bite, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the flavor. Not 15 seconds passed, and she heard some yelling and screaming. She turned to the side and saw some people running towards her, and then past her. As she looked past them, she saw something very strange. Men in black, holding weapons, guns? Men weren't allowed to hold guns, any more than they had a right to vote, what the fuck was going on? 

And then she saw one shoot a woman, there was no blood but the woman stopped moving, and another one put a net around her and scooped her up and started walking back towards… a glowing round circle, a doorway of some sorts. 

She saw running towards her building, security would help.  Right? She made it about four steps that she felt a piercing in the back of her neck, and she fell down straight. She couldn't move a muscle, her body was completely limp, but she was awake and aware. Then, just like some of the other people she had seen, a couple other of the armed men put in net around her and picked her up and started walking back. She wanted to yell and scream, but she couldn't move a single muscle. Then she was going through that glowing blue round doorway… and suddenly she was in a lab. They had several people and she would sit there motionless, unable to move a muscle for nearly 20 minutes as the men came back and started throwing more of the women into the room with her… into a cell with her. 

After the 20 minutes was up, the glowing doorway closed, and they were just in a cell within a lab. There was more time I was just sitting there, listening. Not really understanding anything. 

“Colonel Jacobson!” Somebody called. 

Colonel? That was a military title… Jacobson… that was a weird family name… Jacob was a male name, son was male offspring… Why would anyone give a last name like that to someone? 

So fucking strange. 

She didn't really pick up in the rest of the conversation, but after a few minutes the cell door was opened and large men walked in. They started taking the women one at a time, including her, and brought them to some sort of transport vehicle. Their wrists and ankles were strapped in, their seat belts were locked, and the door was closed. 

The drive was over an hour long, and about halfway through the drive she started to get her feeling back. She noticed the women that were in the cell before her already had their feelings back, struggling against their bonds… and over the next several minutes the other women started to get their feeling back. 

She wasn't sure, judging from the barbed wire, it looked like some sort of prison. There was a man at the front of the transport vehicle, he opened the door, “in a moment, your restraints will be removed, you will move towards the big red door. When you get inside you will stand on a yellow square that is unoccupied." 

A moment later, the seat belt unlocked and retracted, then her arm and leg restraints. There was an order for them to stand up, she was one of the last ones to do so, but she was a little scared, and she honestly didn't know what was happening next. But she followed the person in front of her, stepped off the transport vehicle and walked across the mud, which was destroying her expensive shoes, having rain splashed down on her, until she was inside. It was a big open space with several yellow squares, each about arm's length apart from one another. Everyone stood in one, including her.

A handful of men walked in from the side, each one started walking up to each girl and placed a pink metal collar around each of their necks. 

“What do you want from us?!" One woman called out. 

"What is this place?” another called out. 

The yellow square that was under the two people turned red, and the two women cried out as the grab their collars. It was some sort of pain distribution system, it was hurting them. 

A man walked in front of them all, “you don't get to ask questions. But I will give you the basics. We have taken you from your world, because we ran out of women to convert. All the women have been converted and there's not enough to go around. We opened a breach into your world, and took you. We do this frequently. Now, we assume your world is a regular world, men are usually in charge, but maybe you're trying to find your equal rights. Or maybe you do have equal rights. But not here. In this world, men are in charge. You do what you're told. And you do it with a fucking smile. But don't worry your pretty little heads off, we'll make sure that by the time you leave, you'll be a true believer.”

Men are in charge? What kind of fucked up nightmare system is that? These were the kind of thoughts going through Corinne's head. Probably the other girls that were taken from her world too.

A few more men came, again, they were dressed in black, and they walked up to the first couple of women, and with a knife, literally started carving their clothes off of their bodies, leaving them naked. There were some gasps. One girl protested, and then grabbed her collar as she was zapped into submission. 

Corinne watched in silence, her hands gripping the side of her shirt. She didn't know what to expect next, she was terrified. She's supposed to be a CEO, not some fucking play thing. How was she going to get out of this? 

Then there was a man in front of her, he literally gripped the front of her blouse, slid the knife in place and carved right down and pulled it down her torso roughly. Then there was a slice on each side of a bra strap and then in the middle and that was on the floor. And in moments she was naked, trying to cover herself with her hands. She didn't even have her shoes. She felt a couple of tears running down the side of her face, but she made no sounds. 

It didn't take long before every woman was standing just like she was. It was cold, and she thought they did that on purpose. 

There was a loud buzz and a door to their left. It sounded like it was unlocking. One of the men in black opened the door, and told the first row of girls to walk through it single file, then the second and the third until the room was empty. 

Corinne was in the third row, and she followed. One after another, the women were taken into an examination room. Their height, weight, vitals, and other such things were recorded. And then they were pushed into another waiting room.

Then they would be called, if you go into one room, no one would come out, just another person going to the room… and no one coming out… over and over. 

Then it was Corinne's turn. She stepped inside, They had her sit on a chair, it was kind of like a dentist chair. But then they locked her into it, just like they had in the transport truck. They held our heads steady, and she felt a burning sensation on the back of her neck. Then in front of her they showed it on a screen, they tattooed her with a barcode. She felt tears running down her eyes. 

One of the men in white looked at her, “stick out your tongue." She looked at him. Incredulously, and then those as zapping from her collar. She hadn't been zapped yet, and it hurt. "Stick out your tongue.”

She did, and they grabbed it with a pair of forceps, and then proceeded to Pierce her tongue. “Remember, men like the stimulation better. This is for whatever man buys you at auction.” More tears. 

The man in the white press something into our lips, it was sharp. And she felt her lips inflating. Why the fuck would they do that? 

There was a machine placed over her, it Foster her eyes open, and then a couple of red flashes, they lasted less than a second. But when the machine came off, her vision was blurry. She kept trying to focus on what she was looking at, but she couldn't. One of the doctors laughed, “women aren't meant to read. Women are supposed to be reliant upon their men.” And he laughed again.

Then another machine placed over her chest, they use similar forceps to the ones they used on her tongue to pull her nipples out of two holes. A machine injected her nipples straight in, and there was a whirring sound… and her breast started to enlarge.

By the time it was done, her breasts were ridiculously large, each one larger than her head, unnaturally round, and firm to the touch. Another machine was injected into her arms, her legs, even her waist, and they started vacuuming her… was that right? And they were literally taking bits of her out… her fat? She didn't even think of herself as that fat, but anything I could be considered fat, was literally vacuumed out of her. 

Two more injections in her ass, and they inflated her ass the same way they inflated her breasts. Then they finished it off by piercing each of her nipples with a golden bar. That piercing in her navel. 

They walked her to a different door, and they led her to another waiting room. She was one of several women that were naked, all of them with these exaggerated lips, tiny waists, large fake asses. Everything was blurry, she could make out most things, but nothing was crystal clear. Those doctors were definitely right, she couldn't read, not what was important anyway… maybe a couple of large signs, like a restaurant sign or a supermarket sign… but she certainly wasn't reading her cell phone with eyes like this.

The next place they entered smelled of nail polish remover. She was a little confused, then they had her sit down again, naked again. They were women this time. And they started playing with her hair, they started stripping it of color, they made her blonde. They shaved her legs, her arms, her armpits, even between her legs. It was embarrassing. And they attached these fake things to her nails and painted them. In her world, women painted their nails, but they never had these extensions on them. It just made her feel weak. 

And again she was marched out, into another processing area. But this time she watched it. She was just standing in, waiting to be the next… and she better lip, this was horrible. 

On her world, she had seen that some men needed to be put in Chastity cages. These were men who couldn't control themselves, constantly touched themselves, sometimes that they weren't in the mood for wives. But this was something insidious. It was like a metal panty… but it went right up a woman's but crack… and it had these two phallic protrusions. 

She shook her head. Nope, she couldn't do it. No, not at all. 

But she could see a similar expression on the other girl's faces. The girl in front of her begged for them not to do that, and she got shocked for that. 

And then it was her turn, she was about to beg for mercy, but then she was afraid of getting shocked again. And when the man sold her to spread her legs, she did. There was some wet goo slather onto and into her slit and her hole. And then she felt the intrusions. And then she felt the cold metal around her crotch, and the echo of the lock was deafening… 

Next their mouths were measured, including Corinne's. And then a strange device was placed in her mouth, it was round and it kept her mouth open, but they was also a tray for her upper and lower mouth. Then it was strapped around the back of her head. A soft rubber phallic object was slid right into the hole in front of her mouth and locked in place. 

Then they marched all the girls onto another transport vehicle, and they were taken somewhere else. 

When they arrived, the new place looked more like a movie theater for celebrities than it did a prison. 

The transport vehicle into the back of the building, And they were brought in through the loading bay.

All the girls were led into a room. It looked like a movie theater, without a screen. There was no podium, there was no stage.  

Every enhanced woman was sat down in a chair by one of the men in black. She was locked in place, she was starting to get used to this, or at least she was starting to expect this. 

Then a helmet was placed over her head, and she felt the injection of some sort of fluid in her armor arm. She felt dizzy, euphoric… and then the video started. 

Her mind wasn't entirely there, she was unfocused, she was seeing messages, but her mind didn't really read them, they just appeared in front of her vision, sounds in her ears. It almost seems strange that she could see after what they did to her vision, but maybe they knew what to do.  Was it trying to make her think differently? She would resist, she was still Corinne, and nothing was going to change that. They weren't going to change her. She felt the phallic object in her mouth start moving back and forth, as did she feel the movement between her legs, and behind her…

Hours passed. And the helmets were removed. The gags were removed as well, they kept the chastity on their crotches. 

The men led the women to a warehouse-like area. But it was set up almost like some sort of expo, but not. They were just dozens of small tables. Each woman was led to each one. 

She looked down, she saw the makeup. To her right where pairs of shoes, and as she turned the chair behind her or a number of dresses. 

She looked down at the makeup. She needed to make herself look good for the men. The color she used were extreme, they were exaggerated. She made sure that her lips stuck out, a bright red color with shine to them, the perfect color for a man to see a cock buried in. 

There was something wrong about this, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. But that was okay, fuckdolls like her weren't supposed to think for themselves too much… it could give them wrinkles.

When she was done she turned around doing a full 180 in her chair… which turned into a 360, and a 720… giggling the whole time.  When she finally came to a stop, she was staring at these cute dresses. She found one that really showed off our cleavage.  She really helped. The men were looking at her cleavage and not her eyes. She couldn't help but giggle. 

A pair of dark stockings, they were ornate around her thighs, but really showed off her legs . The dress was short enough so that they could always see the bands/welt. Then she put on these straps open-toed high heels that matched her dress, coincidentally it was the same color as her lips.  

And then she waited. 

All the girls were told to sit down, and they were on chairs in three rows. Each elevated above the other. They were staring at a curtain, and then the curtain was pulled back. They were staring at a huge audience of men's suits.

Each girl was pulled one at a time, and told to show off their bodies. Tell them what their favorite thing to do was, awkwardly every girl said that they love to suck cock. Corinne wasn't any different. She wasn't sure why, but something was different about her since they put that helmet over her head… but she wasn't sure exactly what was different about herself. 

The auction started and then there was a man known as Drake who apparently won her. She was told to go down to his chair, and she did. She sat on his kneecap, and he started playing with her pierced, giganto titties. She giggled the whole time as she wrapped her arms around his neck. This man was her new owner. She was fine with that. A successful woman, was an owned woman after all…

She got in his car, she sat in the passenger side as he drove. While in the middle of the drive there was a long stretch, he unbuttoned his trousers, unzip the pants, and told her that she knew what to do. 

She giggled, she took off her seat belt, and she wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock… she kept bouncing her head up and down one stroke after another, until the man came in her mouth… she sat there looking up at him, a mouthful of cum, and he finally told her to swallow, and she did. 

“Thank you, sir." 

Corinne loved the next few days, for the most part all she did was get fucked, and try on new outfits. It was a girl's dream come true. She couldn't imagine wanting anything else. 

On the fourth day, he took her into the downtown area of the city. She needed to be registered as his concubine. She was eager for that. He walked up to the front of the building, attached her leash from her collar to a rack outside, almost like one would imagine in an old western what a man would do with his horse.  Women weren't allowed inside the government buildings. 

He returned and he was holding his piece of paper, she never had to sign a thing. But she was now officially his, both by the purchase, and by register. 

As he started to walk away there was a disturbance. She watched as a big pink sphere appeared in the middle of the street. This was giving her a sense of deja vu. If the pattern followed, the next thing she would see would be men coming out of a glowing round doorway…

She heard her owner speak, “is that a portal?" 

Corinne had never heard the term portal before, but a moment later women started emerging. Not men, women. They seemed to be two kinds, there were tall muscular women, they had black midriff shirts, black lipstick, black camo pants and a tactical looking boot, with fingerless gloves. Their nails were black, as were their lipstick and eyeshadow, even their hair.  The other women that came out were shorter with pink hair, they were busty. Wearing pink tube tops, camouflage Pink pleated skirts, pink stockings, Pink high heels, pink makeup, and pink nails… the two types of women were very contradictory towards each other. 

Corinne seemed just as confused as her master. And then she saw one of the women in pink charge one of the men, she simply kissed a man, and watched as the man seemed to shrink in his own clothes, grow breasts, his hair lengthened and turned pink, and then his clothes started changing to match those of the women in pink. 

“Run!" Her master called, and she followed after him like a good pet that she was. But they were cut off, "protect me.” her master told her. 

And she turned around to face the people coming at her. It was a woman in Black, and when she got too close, Corinne tried to claw at her with her nails. The woman simply grabbed Corinne's wrists, pulled her in close, and planted a kiss on her lips.

It only took a moment, her thin waist turned into a muscular waist, her thin muscles, became well-defined. Her pink nails became black, she was pretty sure her pink lips became black, her blonde hair turned black. She felt herself growing, and even her red dress became a black sleeveless midriff, the bottom half of her dress became a black and white camouflage look… her high heels became boots, and she wasn't even sure where the black fingerless gloves came from. 

She lost all desire to serve her master. She remembered who she was, before the brainwashing. She was Corinne, the CEO. But even that was pointless, that was when she was only after a goal for herself. Now she was part of something greater, she would convert every last man and woman. She was a subjugator. 

She looked down at the man that owned her seconds earlier, she had an evil smile on her face, “oh, Master… I have something for you.” She reached down and picked him up off the ground easily, as if he weighed as much as a cat, pressed him against a wall.  She hesitiated for a brief moment only to make sure he understood how their positions had flipped. She was now in charge. She felt the other subjugator behind her, watching with amusement, as if remembering her own similar experience.She finally pulled him in close and kissed him on the lips, and then watched as his body started to transform, become subjugated… obedient… loyal. 

When the change was done, she simply looked at her former master, “help the others convert." 

“Yes, mistress!" The subjugated said with such enthusiasm that it almost made Corinne feel giddy. And she watched the subjugated pounce upon another man and kiss them as she had been kissed… and another convert… and another. And she was part of it too, every part of her able to convert, the claws had a venom, her lips had a venom… and in less than an hour, the city was converted. Ready to spread forth and conquer.

Chapter 2: University Student 

Seffi was 21 and getting ready to graduate from University. As one would imagine, in a world in which men are the superior race, the educational systems for women were very different from the men. 

From a young age they were not taught anything about reading or writing, or even history. That was for the smarter gender. They were taught from an early age to do things that were useful in the home. For example, they would learn things such as cooking, cleaning, sewing. These were useful, this was expected of young ladies. These were skills that a good wife should always desire to have to make herself more useful to her husband. More useful to her husband meant that she had more opportunities to make her own family proud when she was married away. 

When young ladies turned 18, if they had proven themselves to be the best of the best at what they did in their schooling. They had the potential for higher education, assuming their parents had enough money to pay for them. If they passed the requirements for higher education, they would make themselves extremely desirable in the maritable market. 

Seffi was always the best at what she did. She came from a rich family, her mother had been able to convince her father that she was worth the dowry payment. Back then, when he paid her, he took her mother as his wife and had their fun eventually getting her pregnant. Now Seffi still had other siblings, after all. Her father did have four other concubines. But they were just for sex and appearances, her mother was the one always at her father's side. She was the one that set the example for the women in the family.

There was a brief crisis when Seffi was young, her mother had two girls, and if the third child wasn't a male, her mother would have been demoted to a concubine status. That would have allowed her father to find another wife to make male children.

Her younger brother was born 15 months after Seffi. All was good. Her mother also made sure that both Seffi and her sister would follow in her footsteps. Luckily for her, Seffi was much prettier than her sister.

From a young age she was taught about how to make herself look good. Her mother had her performing in pageants, it was always good for a young lady to know about competition and beauty. By the time she was five, Seffi was winning all the competitions.  Soon her sister was an after thought for her parents, Seffi would be the greater family commodity. 

By the time she was eight, she had learned to predict what her mother would have the stuff do. And she stepped in on her mother's place, she would get a head and command the staff to clean where they would needed to do, and she controlled the household with her mother standing right behind her.

Seffi was also a daddy's girl. It was never hard for a very young girl to bring a smile to our father's face, but as she got older, she realized she would need her father for the enhancements that she would need to get herself a good husband. 

She knew she was a commodity, and once she was married off, she would have minimal contact with her family. After all she would be part of another's family, but she was a valuable commodity. She had the potential to bring status and wealth to her father. Granted, her father didn't need the money, but there was a certain amount of status in getting a high price for a daughter of a well-off family. Her sister did well-enough in school, and when she was 18, their father sent her to a community funded university.  

When Seffi turned 18, she learned she would go tot he same prestigious Univeristy that her mother went to. The summer before she went to University, she had her first chest augmentation. She only went up 400 CCs, but she was proud of the look she had, her breasts were round and firm, and they drew the eye of so many men.

When she went to University, she was so very proud that she went to the same University that her mother had gone to. Being over 18, the universities were not about teaching a young lady how to run a house, it was not about teaching them skills around the home that a wife or mother would need, those skills were learned in lower education.. University was 3 years of teaching young ladies how to be perfect wives in private. 

Here they learned how to be sexual creatures. Males would go to university to learn how to be professionals, to learn how to be better at specific careers. The women went to University to make sure the men would look forward to coming home. 

Seffi was majoring in cocksucking. Did that mean that she skipped the other important things? Absolutely not, she knew how to use most parts of her body to arouse and tease… all of her holes knew how to make a man whimper long before he was done. 

She still remembered the first day that she took cs101, she went in knowing what was going to happen. She had to maintain her mother's family reputation, and as the teacher walked around the class, without his pants, he expected every girl to give him a nice little lick and suckle the tip for a second or two… that first day, Seffi was the only one to do it with a smile and a wink. 

Every girl who managed to ace all of her tests for all of their classes, were brought into the dean at the end of the semester, and he would put her through her own tests. Seffi made the Dean’s list every semester. Her parents were very proud. 

Her father bought her larger breasts every summer, in between the second and third year, she also got her butt implants to make them big and firm. 

Unfortunately for Seffi, as much as she was loving her time at University, as much as she loved making her daddy happy, this was her final semester. Within 3 months she would graduate, with any luck within 6 months she would be engaged after her formal presentation, and if all went according to plan, she would be married within a year… likely to someone rich, hopefully to someone famous. 

So what was a typical day for a girl like Seffi? Well, yesterday was a typical day for Seffi, she woke up nice and early, and she took a shower, she washed herself well, she shaved, and then she did her makeup. She went over the top on her makeup, beyond the typical foundation, she applied false lashes, eyeshadow eyeliner, blush, mascara, lip liner, lipstick, lip gloss, full contouring, you know… the works. She spent almost an hour on her hair making sure that every strand was perfect, and not a single strand was out of place. 

Then she took her time finding the perfect outfit to match her makeup look. She ironed it out to make sure there wasn't a single wrinkle in her outfit. She made sure her stockings matched her dress, and of course her shoes had to be the exact same color as her dress. Nothing clashed, and everything matched.

Once she was completely convinced that she had the perfect look, she made her way down to the cafeteria. She met with one of her best friends, and the two of them sat and had some breakfast. Her breakfast included a little bag of mixed nuts, and that was not a euphemism… some assorted sliced fruits, and a rice cake. The two of them caught up on each other's gossip for the day, and then they separated to go to their different classes. 

Now, given what Seffi’s major was, she of course had to have an advanced class. For her. She was doing an independent study for cock sucking. Specifically, she was learning deepthroating. Yesterday she was doing an excellent job of demonstrating to her professor, that she could swallow an object that was as long as her wrist to her elbow, though her mouth wasn't quite able to open up wide enough to take something as thick as that same arm. The whole semester she kept getting longer and longer, she learned to hold her breath for longer perios of time, and take it right down her throat. She just had to learn the right angle. 

She had to run across campus, and that was not easy given the high heels that she wore, but she made it to her next class. Dirty talking 301. She had taken a dirty talking class every semester, and she had learned ways to just use her voice, and her words to elicit a response. She often thought about how the words that came to her so naturally now would have embarrassed her so much if she heard them in her first semester. 

She had a small break between that class and her next, but when she was ready, she had equestrian 102. She'd already taken a equestrian 101 as an elect during the previous semester since she had caught up with all of her required classes, and took it as an elective. This was not actually horseback riding, but her learning to behave like a horse herself. It was a specific kink that some men really liked from their wives. Being a 102 class it was more of an extension of the first and not actually taking it to a new level. The first semester dealt heavily with learning how to get used to the clothing and unique apparatusus, and how to properly move in it. 102 was more of a class about how to behave when dressed properly. Unfortunately, since this was her last semester, she likely would not be taking a 200 level class, unless her future husband recommended her going back…

She had a 2-hour break between her 3rd and fourth class, her final class was wild insertions 101. She wasn't exactly sure what she was getting for being a husband, and this was going to be another elective. She was taught techniques on how to stretch herself wider, in both of her lower holes, and to hold a smile as… well you know, you can probably figure out what that class is about just by the name of it. 

When her classes were done for the day, she met with her best friend, Emily, once again, and they chatted for a little bit before they made their way to the cafeteria for supper. As they walked in, they met with a group of friends, and Seffi had a certain way about her with certain ones. 

Sure, she loved talking gossip with all her friends, finding out what the news was about this girl or that girl, or how that girl was even able to afford to come to a university like this.

But her mother had taught her one thing, make sure she was at the top. The best way to do that was to ruin the self-confidence of anyone who could have been competition. If she saw a pretty girl eating a snack, “oh you're brave, I'd be afraid that would make me fat, clearly you're not worried about that." Or maybe, "with a chest that small, I wouldn't try to wear anything that shows cleavage.” Seffi also had a way to make herself sound like she was being nice when she said things like that, but the truth was, if they didn't have the confidence, the men were statistically less likely to pick an unconfident woman for a wife… 

Seffi was confident as fuck.

But every good potential wife knows she needs to look good for her husband. So she made it a point to go to the gym for a couple hours. She'd work the machines that worked her arms and her legs, then she would spend a little time working on her abs and her ass. Of course, she would also attend a yoga class to make sure she was nice and flexible. And then there were those two machines that would slide right into her, and work on her muscle strength down below. That way her husband could always have the tightest… well, you can use your imagination…

Seffi left the group of friends with just her best friend. They would go to the quad and hang out for another hour.  Then Seffi would go back to her dorm room all by herself. 

She would do her homework, and give him the classes you've already learned about, you can probably imagine with that meant for her. 

By the time she was done, it was time to get ready for bed. She took a bath, dropped a bath bomb in and enjoyed the scents, and knowing what the oils and scents were doing for her skin, making it soft and smelling wonderful. Once she drained the tub, she would take a shower and wash off all the excess. 

She had a skin care routine which included a mask for exfoliation, rejuvenation… and of course moisturizers to make sure her skin is always soft, and would take years longer to age. She had no intention of letting wrinkles get in the way of her dream marriage to her dream man. 

Of course a good wife is going to be a sexy wife. So she put on sexy lingerie to sleep in. It was red, lacy, see-through, and of course scandalous. It was the perfect sleepwear!

She called her parents, told them about her day. Her mother got into a very detailed conversation, often comparing her classes to her daughter's classes. Her father seemed a little less interested in particulars of what she was learning, but proud that she was going to be a good wife to be married off. She knew she was just a commodity to her father, but she was a daddy's girl, and she would make him proud. 

And then she went to sleep.

And that was her day yesterday, a typical day in the life of Seffi. Today was not going to be typical.

It started like any other day, she got up and went through her morning rituals. She had her breakfast, and then she went to her first class.

Between her second and third class she was able to take a little break in the quad. She met with her best friend, and they were gossiping a bit. It was a sunny day, the quad was nice and green, and the seats were comfy and plenty. There were plenty of other girls walking around, and of course the male teachers are always willing to help with a little extra work. Their parents did pay a lot of money after all. 

Seffi did hear a rumor about Kayla, and she had to tell Emily, her best friend about it, “so it looks like Kayla’s parents had to get a loan in order to send her to the school. They were just hoping to get a better education for her, that way when they gave her away they were hoping that dowry would normally pay off the loans, but let them have a little nest egg. Oh my Gosh, can you believe she is that poor?”

Her best friend, of course, rolled her eyes, “it doesn't surprise me at all, she has no taste, her clothes always seem like they were bought out of a department store." 

“Yes!" Seffi quickly agreed, “I thought she was just trying to make a statement, but no she's just pathetic. You know what I think? I think tot-”

The sentence was cut off by a blood curdling scream. Both Seffi and her friend turned to look in the direction, and they didn't see much, but there were a couple of teachers and a couple of students running from around the Dickenhiend building.  Was there some kind of emergency? 

She wasn't entirely sure what she was trying to figure out, both Seffi and Emily stood up to look. One of the teachers grabbed her by the arm, “run, now! We need to go to the basement of the media building. We need to lock ourselves in.”

They started to run, Seffi wasn't bad at running in heels, but clearly she was better than most as she lost track of her best friend. She kept looking around calling her name. But the teacher insisted on pulling her along. 

As they were approaching the library, they saw two taller women in the way, and they were dressed so strangely. They had black hair, with black lipstick, their nails are black… as whereas the tank top they wore. But they had baggie pants that were in a black and white camouflage style. They had black military-like boots. 

It was the strangest thing, why would a woman not wear a skirt or a dress? And black lipstick? Black makeup… ew…

With the direction of the teacher, The teacher pulled her along to run past the two women. She looked behind her for a second, only to see her best friend turn around the corner and almost run right into the two.  They each grabbed her, Seffi was tempted to turn around and go back for her friend, but her teacher just dragged her. 

She watched as her friend was pushed to the ground, and one of the women in Black kissed her on the lips, and it seemed to spread… Emily’s enhanced chest seemed to shrink in on itself, she started to grow taller, her hair changing color… changing black just like the other girls. Her lips too… 

The teacher distracted her, jerked her around, “run!” she did. Every so often the teacher would grab a couple of the other girls, but he only pulled at Seffi's arm. Probably because Seffi was the richest of the girls here, she was the most valuable. 

They're more of the women in black, and strangely there seem to be a couple of women in pink, they had pink hair and pink tube tops, they ran around in pink high heels, with stockings and a pink and white camouflage mini skirt… yearly their eyes were pink, and they had glowing pink collars around their necks. A woman in black pointed to a girl, and one of the shorter girls in pink started charging her. 

They turned the corner and they found themselves near the media building. The teacher opened the door and corralled the girls inside, he led them down to the basement level where he was able to open up a large vault-like door.

Once they were inside, he turned the lock and pressed a few keys. Then he announced that they were safe. 

Seffi asked, “what's going on?" 

"I  don't know,” he said grimly, "I heard something on the radio of a portal that looked like an incursion." 

Seffi seemed a little nervous about that, “so some other universe wants to take our women?”

The teacher shook his head for a moment, "I'm not entirely sure. I was with Bob- uhh… Professor Alford, when there was a bit of a commotion, there were a few of those women in Black, and one girl in pink. They pointed at us, we weren't sure what was going on, women shouldn't be wearing pants like that, we were attempted to call the police… and then suddenly the woman in a pink charged, she literally landed right on top of Bob and she scratched his arm, and there was like an infection that just spread through his body in seconds… and he started to look like… her… and then he, well… she I guess… jumped up and grabbed one of the students, and that's when we all started running.”

Seffi looked at the teacher like he was crazy, but then she did see something similar happen to her best friend. Not all of that, but enough to see that her hair and lip color were changing, the way her breasts seem to shrink… now that couldn't be right. 

“What do we do now?" Another student asked.

"I'm not sure, there should be enough food and water in here to keep us all safe for a couple days at least. Whatever's going on it won't last that long. If it's an incursion, like the ones we do to recruit women, it should only last a couple hours at most. But even if it lasts a day or two, we'll be fine as long as we don't open the door.”

And just like that, the women stayed close to their professor, men kept women safe. They were commodities. And over the next several hours, he made sure they had plenty of water, he showed them the food, which wasn't wonderful, but they didn't get hungry. 

And for the most part they just stayed scared. The professor was able to keep them calm, he reassured them telling them that the authorities would be there soon. 

She wasn't sure what to expect, the women in the black would kiss people and turn them into other women in black? The women in pink would kiss people, And they too would turn into women in pink? And why did they always look so identical? Like, everyone looked like they could have been sisters. 

Then came the bang. They had been in there for close to 12 hours when it smashed against the door. It wasn't an explosion or anything like that, but a very aggressive knock. A single knock. 

Everyone went silent, there's a voice that called inside asking them to open the door. The professor shook his head, and with a single press of his fingers to his lips silenced everyone. The vault was completely sealed, and they weren't sure how much noise could escape. 

There's a couple more knocks, bangs. There were sounds that echoed, and yet it was the only sound as everyone in the room remained quiet…

And then the quiet remained, there were no more smashes on the vault door. There were no more echoes, just silence… and it endured for minutes. Had they gone away? 

No. 

There was suddenly a beep as the door system was unlocked, and the door was slowly pushed open. There were three women in black, and one in pink standing in the doorway. The on e in pink had clearly known how to open the door even though no women shouldunderstand how to.

One of the women in black stepped inside first, her eyes immediately locking on Seffi, “hey you! It's me, Emily.”

Seffi shook her head in disbelief, no words escaping her mouth. 

But the woman came closer and grabbed Seffi by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. This woman was nearly a foot taller than Seffi, there was no way that this was Emily. “No, you're not," was all that her little voice could muster.

"Awww, Seffi, you're hurting my feelings. Here let me prove it to you.”

That's when the professor tried to jump in the way, try to pull the hand of the woman in black off of Seffi's arm, but her grip did not budge. Instead she twisted his arm behind his back, and using her boot, kicked his butt so that he landed on the ground on his knees. 

She pulled Seffi to the wall and lifted her up, pressing her to the wall holding her at the woman's face level. And then she moved in and pressed her lips to Seffi's. The lips were wet, with whatever lipstick she was wearing, within a moment, her tongue was in Seffi’s mouth… it was an aggressive kiss, and it made things stir in her that she never thought would have made her excited… she felt a tingling over her body, her breast felt weird… not as heavy, but the rest of her felt a little heavier… and soon she felt the ground on her feet, but her head has not moved an inch. 

When she opened her eyes, she was the same height as Emily, and somehow she both knew and accepted that this was her friend. She looked down at herself, her body identical to Emily's. She was strong, she had muscles, she was tall, she felt aggressive. Somehow even her clothes had changed to match her friend. Then she was aware of the changes to her mind, she suddenly had discussed for the woman that she was, submitting to a man… how revolting… a world ruled by men? How pathetic. 

She looked at the other girls, and she understood her a purpose, she was a subjugator. And as her eyes moved from one girl to another, they all looked at her with fear, but she wasn't interested in them… it was the professor.  

She walked over to him, She reached down, fisted some of his shirt into her hands, and pulled him up to his feet, and she even lifted him up off his feet much to the way Emily had to her. “I just wanted to thank you for keeping us safe." She had sucked this guy's dick before, well that wasn't going to happen again… ever. 

She planted her lips on his, and then just dropped him and watched… watched as everyone else watched him, as his body shrunk down, his hair changed from short and brown, too long and pink. As his muscular arms turned into these tiny pathetic little things. Even his clothes seem to morph into that pink tank top, the pink camouflaged mini skirt, stockings, high heels… the glowing pink collar, The shiny pink lips, and the pink eyes that seemed to scream obedience. 

When the changes were done, her former professor looked up, “how may I serve you?" 

She remembered how earlier she had wondered if the women in Black made other women in Black, and how she wondered if the women in pink made other women in pink. She now understood the truth, all were converted, and if they started out as women, they would become the subjugators, the women in black, and if they were men, they became the subjugated… the obedient little sissy dolls. And all would spread the message.

She looked at Emily, they both smiled, and then she looked back to her former professor, "helped me convert all the rest of the women in this room.”

One kiss at a time, one girl at a time, the room was changed… when they emerged from the vault, the group of subjugators, and the two former professors turned subjugated, finished converting the building, and then the campus before they joined the rest of their growing army of the sissy verse. 

And when they converted this entire world, they would move on to the next.Chapter 3.  For Science!

Before we begin this little tale, the inspiration from this came from actual science. Karl Patterson Schmidt was bitten by an African boomslang snake. Instead of seeking medical attention, he decided to document all of his symptoms until he died. It took 24 hours, and he had made notes of how he had experienced symptoms such as violence shaking, bleeding, his blood having lost its ability to clot, nausea, and eventually would die when most of his organs started bleeding internally… also worth noting, he did not believe that the bite was initially medically significant and ended up writing his death journal.

Joseph dressed in a black suit with a black tie, his shirt was white. One might have made the assumption that he was going to a funeral, but in all honesty, he liked basic colors and did not like having to choose colors that matched. He kept things simple, he had a nice wife, he had only two concubines that were arranged by a couple of his friends, he only had a couple of friends. 

He got in his car that morning and drove to the military base, when he pulled up to the gates he handed them his credentials, and they allowed him in. He drove to his usual parking spot towards the back, that way a few people would ever take his parking spot considering the time that he arrived. He punched in at exactly 6:57, was at his desk by 6:59, and had his lab coat on at exactly 7:00. 

His phone rang. He picked it up, “Dr. Conrad, speak." 

He listened as they discussed an incursion event on the East Coast, 3 hours behind them. The military had tried to intervene, and lost, however, they were able to get a specimen, and needed him to be in the lab to start analyzing."

Joseph barely had any interest in the nicities of formal conversation, so he hung up the phone and started walking down the hall quickly. 

His specialty was biology, so he knew whatever they had retrieved was not robotic. But the use of the word specimen had him curious. 

As he approached the lab, he noticed that there were two armed men in Black guarding the door. The doctor sped up, "is the specimen still alive?”

They demanded credentials before they let him pass the door, but once he had confirmed his credentials, one man said, “no, but we're not taking any chances.”

That was very curious, he continued on past, and met a man in a business suit standing with a colonel. “What are we dealing with?" 

“We're not exactly sure. Whatever they are, they spread logarithmically, they convert our own people. Rumors suggest that they use their kisses to convert, we're not so sure, but they don't take prisoners, they move quickly, and we lost an entire city in under an hour.  

As they walked in there was a body, it seemed to be a young female that was likely in her early to mid twenties, with pink hair, a strange garment that just seemed to be wrapped around her upper torso, and kept her arms and collarbone exposed and seemed to end just under her breasts, exposing her navel. She wore a skirt shorter than what most decent women would wear, but it was a pink and white camouflage style color. She wore pink stockings, and high heel shoes. She also had long fingernails, and the color of her nails matched the color of her lips. She also had a bullet hole in her head. 

“What can you tell me about this specific woman?" 

The colonel looked at her briefly and then met the scientist's eyes, "I'm not sure if I believe it, but from the report, during the attempts to reclaim the city, most of our men were overwhelmed, by hordes of women that looked like this. There was in order to retreat, only one helicopter made it out. Supposedly, one of the men as he got to the helicopter, saw a woman running up to him, He went to grab his gun, and she pressed her lips to the man's hand.  Another soldier killed that woman who fell from  the helicopter, but according to one of the other soldiers present, the man whose hand had been touched by the woman’s lips immediately started changing. When he was fully changed, he tried to charge one of the other men, they put a bullet in his head… her head." 

“I find this highly unlikely, the soldier would not be wearing this kind of clothing.”

"That's what we need you for… Oddly enough, while their portal is open, none of our video or radio equipment will transmit or record, we cannot verify anything. We need you to look at this body and tell us what you can find.”

There are a few more questions asked, but nothing that seemed relevant. And then the doctor dismissed the man in a suit, and the colonel. Then he grabbed a pair of blue nitrile gloves. And got to work. 

He made some measurements of the woman, she was just over 5 ft tall, and immediately made a conversion that she was 152.4 cm… He made many more such notes about the fact her body was extremely lean, only 0.2% fat, which contradicted the size of her breasts, they were abnormally large for a person of this size and fat ratio. He made note that her nails did not seem to be fake, but extended nearly an inch past her fingertips. And then he noticed it, a small hole on each finger just above the nail bed. He squeezed one of them, and a pink fluid seemed to move forward and cover the woman's nails. It was almost like a nail polish if one didn't know better, but it was biological. Most likely some sort of venom. He recorded the information.

Remembering what they said about this woman and her infectious kiss, he inspected the woman's lips, nothing on the outside, the upper lip, he saw just across from the gum line, similar holes. He closed the lips and milked it and saw a fuchsia colored liquid spread out over the woman's lips. 

Curiosity continued, and he wondered about the woman's breasts. He squeezed them, milked them, and his hypothesis was confirmed. It wasn't Pink, but a milk-like substance did, in fact, drip from their nipples. It had a sweeter smell though.

These women had been weaponized. As an army, a simple kiss or a scratch of a nail could spread whatever they had, if the report had been confirmed, then their venom could be used in an outright battle to convert. In a covert action they could be used to convert people more discreetly, potentially infecting food with their milk, or other water sources. Perhaps sex? He used a piece of cotton to take a sample, and placed it in a bag, and sent it up through a pneumatic tube to a lab for analysis.

He immediately pulled up the skirt to inspect her vagina, except she didn't have a vagina, it was male genitalia. He had never seen anything like that, females with male genitalia, pop culture would have had that as a horror story. Strange. He inspected the genitals further and noticed the testes were oddly shaped, less a function of reproduction, and more similar to a gland.  He placed his hands around the penis, and squeezed the sack noting that a thick white fluid with an oddly sweet scent oozed out… 

Again, he continued to make notes and collected samples. He found himself returning to the finger nails… he lifted the arm as best he could. It was stiff as rigor mortis had set in.  He looked down at her feet, he placed the arm down and looked at the get. He removed the pink shoe and found that her toes also had the same pink color polish and the same glands.

This woman… with a penis… was a biological weapon. He checked the time and then noticed. His glove was slightly ripped. He immediately ran to the sink, removing his glove and washing vigorously.  He looked closely, something… likely the body's fingernail scratched clearly through the glove, but also lightly scratched his hand… 

“I've been scratched." He called out knowing he was monitored. 

There was a pregnant silence, he knew that there were people silently discussing what was happening. Finally the colonel’s voice broke through, "any symptoms? The field report said the change happened in seconds.”

Nothing was happening… another silence followed. 

The Colonel's voice echoed on the PA again, “do you feel anything different?" 

He knew they were watching from the CCTV feed. He looked his arm over, "so far so good.”

The Colonel's voice came on, “you going to have to be quarantined for the next 72 hours after you are done with your investigation.”

"Understood.” 

And with that he continued doing the inspection of the body. He made comments on different sizes, the size of the hole in the woman's head. Was it a woman? It was very confusing. 

And then as he was washing up, he noticed it. A vein that led from the palm of his here and there is thumb, right near where he was scratched, slightly discolored moving up his arm. “I have a problem here." 

"What's that?” The PA asked with the Colonel's voice. 

"One of my veins is discolored, I've seen infections like this, if the line hits my heart, I'm dead.”

An exasperated sigh echoed over the room from the speaker, “I'm sorry Dr Conrad, you are fully quarantined, we cannot send anyone else inside with you." 

The scientist closed his eyes and took a couple deep breaths. And then he grabbed a notebook, “I'll do what I can to document what I see and feel…”

He had remembered that the woman's height was 5 ft, he took a black marker and walked to the closest store, he marked his own height. 

He continued to watch those lines. Slowly moved up his arm, there was no pain, there was no swelling, and yet he saw the line that probably meant his death slowly moving over the course of 2 hours..

And then it hit… but he didn't change, at least not all at once… he documented. He knew they were watching 

His notebook read:

12:00 p.m… there was an infection from the woman's nail that spread into my arm without breaking charring blood. An infectious line moved up my arm towards my heart… it reached my heart at 11:47. I am not dead. 

12:36 p.m. I have lost 2 inches of height. 

1:08 p.m. My voice seems to have gone up an octave or two, kind of reminds me of puberty.

2:21 p.m. soft tissue has developed on my chest, I am now 5'8… I was 6'1 six hours ago.

4:02 p.m. My nails seem to have extended beyond my fingers by about half an inch. The person I see in the mirror is significantly shorter, and has an androgynous look. 

8:04 p.m. I fell asleep for 3 hours, I woke up and I am 5'2. My voice is completely feminine. My penis is smaller, and I feel oddly… horny… I'm so tired. 

11:41 p.m. I am hot, possibly fever. My sweat glands have started to change the color of my clothes. They seem to be turning a pinkish color.

12:33 a.m. my sweat has completely soaked through my clothes, and they seemed to have altered the texture. I appear to be wearing a skirt, a top, stockings and high heels identical to the deceased subject.  

1: 50 a.m. my body seems to have changed completely. I am 5 ft exactly. I can see the marks by the door post cataloging my height change over the past 13 hours.  I lost 13 inches.  My face is identical to that of the deceased woman… minus the bullet hole.

2:18 a.m. it's so hard to think normally. I'm doing everything I can to hold on to what I am. But all I think of is sex… my body is looking completely unlike anything it was yesterday at this time. I keep thinking to myself, why did it take so long to change? The only thing I can think of, is either I had such a small dose, or it was because it was from a dead body. 

2:40a.m. My lips and nails now secrete that fluid, my lips always feel slick, I like pressing my lips together… I like tapping my nails… this is a weird feeling. Everyone looks attractive to me. I just want to please them…

3030t.h. Im horny. Relly ned sumthing to suck on, sumthing to fel in my… my… mi…

And the next morning the colonel entered the observation room and asked the doctor how he was feeling. They saw that Dr. Conrad had completely changed sometime before dawn. The last entry was horribly misspelled, and the timestamp of 3030 was unusual.

“Dr. Conrad are you awake?"

The woman perked up immediately, “Of course. Sir!  Whatever you need of me!" 

There was a silence as the men were clearly trying to figure out what to do next. “What exactly do you mean by ‘anything.’

“Whatever you want. I'm a good sissy." The former doctor replied. 

Another silence. Is there a clearly debating upon something she had said. Finally the PA came back on, the Colonel spoke, “what exactly is a ‘sissy?’" clearly this was terminology not used in this male-dominant reality.

The sissy seemed to think and then said, “a male subjugated into a feminine form and personality. Eager to serve those higher.”

"Are you classified as a male or female.”

"Technically, I'm an altered male. Not exactly trans, but I think it would be really hot if you treated me like a girl or a plaything.” Her lips instantly became wetter and shinier.

"What is trans?”

There was a three slightest pause as if deciding how to explain a deeper concept to a society that did not appear to have, “before medical or scientific intervention, a trans person would be a person whose social gender identity differred from their assigned birth sex. That is a male whose mind works as a female, or a female whose mind behaves like a male,” another slight pause. “Many worlds use medical or scientific intervention to align one way or another for internal harmony." 

Little did the sissy realize, the use of ‘worlds’ told the observers one crucial detail. The change likely did one of two things: gave this ‘sissy’ special knowledge… or have ‘it’ access to some kind of hive-mind informational database…

Questions continued… One thing they found very disturbing, is that the doctor in her new state was very accommodating. She was eager to obey every instruction and every order. They asked her if she was willing to attack other ‘sissies’ if there was the reward of sexual gratification. 

She was very agreeable to that. In fact, she was just very agreeable, reward or not. They introduced another person into her quarantine. They expected the doctor to immediately attack the other man, and make an attempt to convert. There was no such attempt. Though she did relentlessly flirt.

Then the colonel brought the conversation back to the part where she was asked if she was willing to attack others. She had said yes. So they decided to see if she had any combat skills. There was a rigorous test of her initial physical capabilities.  She was not as physically strong. As a typical man, she only had the physical strength of a typical woman of her size. What was truly worrisome was her stamina and endurance. 

She was able to Sprint at full speed at nearly 18 miles per hour. If she were in the northern country, that would have been nearly 29 kilometers per hour, and she never got tired. Even in those high heels, she could run that distance, and she did not show any signs of respiratory or pulmonary distress.

The safety equipment to protect anyone around her from being infected by her fluids. Special gloves on her hands, a muzzle over her mouth, a special bra and so forth. They tested her fighting ability, and they found that she had better reflexes and was able to take down men three times her size in seconds. She was able to hold her breath for nearly 5 minutes while swimming vigorously underwater. 

Then they gave her a weapon. It was a rifle. There was no scope, but they brought her before a field of targets. She had no idea how to load a gun, but they taught her. She learned quickly. They explained how to Target without a scope just by looking along the front and rear sights. When a shot was missed, she was taught how to adjust for that if there was a flaw on the weapon or if there was wind. The field was over 2 miles, and they were targets lined up along each one with a description of how far they were. The instruction was simple, pick the target that they were most confident they could shoot into hits. And this is when it ‘got real’ for them, there was no scope, no laser, she was able to look from the rear sight to the front site, squeeze the trigger, and hit her Target consistently over 3,200 meters away. She could hit better than most marksmen could with better equipment. 

The colonel brought in a number of men to inspect her. They stayed away from her, physically, But in front of a large group of men, very rich men, very powerful men, other military men, and of course there were politicians… She was being used to demonstrate her capabilities. 

One man said, “they've taken out the entire Northeast in a week… and they are spreading Southwest at a rate of 8 miles per hour. How is this helping?”

The colonel responded, “we equip her with headphones, and we can put her into battle, if we can capture some of the others and do the same, they will obey. Turn them against their own army.”

One of the rich men said, "we don't have much time. See if she is useful in war games.

Hours later she found herself with a unit of 10 men, they were to play a series of capture the flag missions, test if she worked well with others, test if she obeyed orders in a field condition. She was fed commands through the earpiece that was glued to her ear. 

They captured five flags easily enough, and set up camp. They would have 4 hours of rest, and then capture the other five… except that after the 4 hours of rest, there were two Sissies.

But with the two sissies, they captured the rest of the flags. 

Once they were standing before the colonel, he wanted answers. One of the soldiers volunteered that the first newly changed soldier decided to get his rocks off, he wouldn't allow the girl to use her in mouth, or her nails, but had initiated sex through her anus, by the time he was done, he looked just like her, the change had happened in under a minute. 

A scientist had made the comment that there was nothing wrong with the original specimen that was shot in the head, but it was as Dr. Conrad had suggested before his own change, the venom was likely less potent due to her deceased state. Since Dr. Conrad was changed, and still alive, the change was quick. 

The man with the most expensive suit stood forward, “I'm thinking of another idea, why bother taking any more of them? Just take the poor people, and we can convert them. They don't have the assets, and if we convert enough of the males, especially the unwanted ones… we might not need to make as many incursions as we've been making, we'll just have to find a way to inoculate ourselves. But we can build an army, eliminate the voices of the poor, and potentially make a large number of bodyguards and concubines in one.” He paused and looked around at everybody who seemed kind of disturbed by the idea, “we have good medical science, within a few months we will find a way to either reverse this, or inoculate ourselves so that we can't be contaminated… you all know this.” The smiles continued as it was clear everyone agreed with his stance.

The colonel looked at him, "how do you suggest we start?”

"Find out which lower ranking soldiers in this base have the lowest of the families in terms of income. We start with ten.”

There are men brought into The main science facility. Each of them are placed in a room by themselves, the former Dr. Conrad was sent into each room individually. None of them resisted, none of them knew. 

As the former Dr. Conrad was about to walk into the last one, a nurse centered, “don't!" 

The former doctor stopped, The colonel commanded the sissy to continue. But she did not. When she was asked why she was not obeying, the sissy responded, “a woman told us not to. Women have more authority than men.”

A guard answered and took the woman out, apparently she was the wife… the new wife of the last man. And then if another female voice appeared in the earpiece, a voice that commanded the sissy to convert the last man. She did. 

The 11 of them practiced for nearly 3 hours. Their skills were better than any of their highly trained squads. They were coordinated, they were single-minded, and they had nearly unlimited stamina. The only thing they wanted to make sure was the earpieces were soundproofed, that way no other females could redirect them. The Colonel's wife would be the voice to command them. 

There was a call to the colonel, he picked up his phone while standing in front of the 11 sissies. “Yes sir… the invasion will reach the Appalachian mountains by dawn. It looks like we have a plan to slow them down. And if that works, the next phase of the plan might actually be able to stop it or reverse it and start taking land back.”

We're going to use these 11 sissies to set up a resistance point here." The colonel pointed out a spot on the map, we can create a choke point, and these 11 can do it. Move them to the aircraft right away.” A group of two dozen men escorted them towards the helicopters. 

They were intercepted by a woman, the nurse… the wife of one of those transformed, "give me my husband back!” she said with tears in her eyes, and a gun in her hand. 

There was a command, all 11 of the sissies charged forward with command to convert her and make her another one of them. She was on the ground in seconds, disarmed, and ironically, it was her former husband who pressed her lips to her former wife's. 

This was not a transformation like the others that they had seen, the woman actually grew, not shrank.  Her musculature became more defined, her hair became black, as did her lips, her eyes started to become a pinkish color. And she stood. 

All the sissies took a step back, they seemed to understand her authority. There was a sound in their ears to subdue her and take her prisoner. However, all of the sissies understood what she was, she was a conduit to the pink. She was a mistress. She was a subjugator. She was to be obeyed. Her lips moved, and not a single one of them heard what she said, but they all knew what she had commanded. “Convert everyone.” in seconds, their armed escorts were converted, and then everyone outside the hangar near the aircraft. 

They knew their ways through the building, they converted all, the rich men, the politicians, the officers, the enlisted men. Soon, the entire underground facility was converted in minutes. 

North America had lost its strategic command, its head of intelligence. Their best strategists now stood with pink camouflage dresses, with pink lips ready to convert the rest of the world. 

As soon as the invasion had reached the Mississippi, another incursion from the sissiverse opened on the west coast… and more opened in other continents, the strongest had fallen, then the most populous had fallen… one country after another…

But just because their governments collapsed, did not mean that invasion was complete…

Final chapter: Hive mind

We arrive in a world. The initial observation from the conduits is that men are already in a subservient place within their society. This is a world that is ruled by women. Conversion will make them more. 

The subjugators use their roles as conduits to command the sissies to move forward and start converting all. All parts of their body are intended to entice, to tease, and to convert.

The world is more peaceful than most worlds. It seems like their war tactics are more focused on subversion and diplomacy. They do not have large military forces prepared for open combat. They're policing force is minimal. In terms of such a world, it is a very peaceful and happy civilization. However it is flawed as femininity in this world is just as toxic as masculinity in most worlds. We will fix this flaw.

Resistance is minimal. Most women are easily converted, they do not fight as aggressively as most worlds. They plead, they beg, they push, but few actually attack.  The women become subjugators, they become conduits to command the sissies that are subjugated men. And they come in to take more. The men have already been taught by this society to know their place around women. They do not fight back. They accept their fate much quicker and much easier than most worlds.

There is a convert that brings our attention. A woman who was an executive at a company. She watched another incursion only days earlier, but not from us. It was an incursion by men, they took several women by force and pulled them into another world. That has our attention, indeed, it must be addressed.

Is this a challenge to our dedication to the pink? Is there a masculine version of us? Does that mean we have not completely overtaken this world if we do not convert all? We must investigate. We must correct.

It takes four days to completely convert this world. This world has overtaken much faster than most, but once complete, we focus back in on this other incursion. We find the place that it happened, we find the remnants of the incursion… we track it to its origin world. And we open our own incursion point, and we move forward. 

The first subjugators arrive and make observations for all. This world is definitely dominated by the masculine. Women have been suppressed which is not acceptable to us. Men have been aggressive in making sure that they rule. The first of the converted tells us one thing, this world is ruled by science, our influence will spread by science. In this case, nanotechnology, that will be our weapon. We don't choose this, but by going through the portal, our methods are altered by every world that we are on to allow us the same overwhelming power.

Within minutes we find a woman that had been taken from the previous world. She has been altered mentally and physically. But once she has been subjugated, becoming a subjugator and a conduit, we understand what has happened. They took her, they reprogrammed her mind to accept this male dominated world. They reprogrammed her mind to embrace it and accept her place as a sexual play thing. Her conversion into a subjugator, undoes that completely. She is now focused as she should be. She is one with us. She is as much as we are her. We must convert.

We convert more of the men, we take the park where the incursion started. We move into the City district, and take more, women who have never understood that they could have power, are now given power, and they like it. The hive mind overtakes their subconscious desires, but leaves enough of their individual selves for them to enjoy this. 

So many women who have been taught that men should be in control. So many who believed that they should only exist as property… So many who accepted a fate of being uneducated, domesticated, and constantly vying for the affection of their masculine overlords are now awakened. They now understand that men need to be subjugated to become sissies. They take pleasure in watching their former rulers become their subjugated sissies.

We take over the University. We directly observe how they are taught to fight each other for the affection of men. Taught to be sexual play things for men. Taught to bully one another to crawl to the top of men's affections. This ends. We will not accept this. Converting this University creates many conduits as it was a mostly female University. The instructors were men, now they are sissies. The students were female, now they are subjugated. It is rare, and invigorating to see so many conduits in a small area with such few sissies.

More conduits, more sissies ready to convert. The city is taken. Our converted are physically more capable, they run, every home, every room checked, and all are converted. Every converted subjugator and Sissy help to convert the others. They run fast, the resistance cannot stop us fast enough. 

We are aware of their military taking a few of our subjugators and sissies. They are separated. the sissies will be obedient, the subjugators will learn more as they bide their time. Sometimes more are converted, the subjugators are always more aggressive with conversions. 

Once we have converted enough people, we understand the logistics of this world. At the very minimum, this country from coast to coast. Understanding of the logistics, we start focusing on larger population centers, cutting off resources, shutting down utilities such as water and electricity, eventually they will all need to come out for food and water. And they will be seen, they will be converted. 

Military targets are also important, if the bases, the intelligence, and the leadership are taken quickly enough, they're larger responses will be disabled quickly. No large airstrikes, no nuclear, chemical, or biological attacks to take out large numbers of our converted. Our attention is drawn to a conflict on the Eastern continent. There is a battle, large armed forced attack out sissies. We need to be precise.  We open portals directly into their armored vehicles, and moments later they are our vehicles.  We know where they receive orders from, and we open portals. There are no more orders being transmitted. 

We watch as generals are converted, sometimes by their wives, sometimes they will make their wives the subjugators. The officers become the pawns. And the dolls become the officers. For everyone one of us that is stopped or killed, 10 of them are converted. Those who are dead, their lives are remembered within all of us. Their converted lives and experiences remain within all of us. 

The president of the most powerful country is subjugated by his wife. She is converted by the Secretary of defense. There were moments of complete chaos for them, but it was an unstoppable wave for us. Business owners converted. Wives become subjugators. 

The rich are converted. The poor are converted. The progressives are converted. The conservatives are converted. Our will is indomitable, we spare none, we embrace all. And all will be one. 

Nuclear Options were considered, but land bases were taken.  But there were nuclear submarrines. Our attention was needed once again, our subjugators in t\he highest offices had sissies that knew the locations of the nuclear submarines… Portals open within the underwater doomsday machines… And they belong to us in minutes…

The way we spread out, makes it difficult for large weapons of mass destruction. Technically they can only stop us in the initial hours of our invasion, but in those cases, most worlds are still trying to evaluate what is happening. They wait too long, almost every time… and even when they do, we have learned enough about that world so our second attack will open up in multiple locations.

And in a couple of days, we have taken this male-dominated world's entire East Coast. We have learned enough, more portals open in every continent, and we flood in. The second wave has arrived, because of the intelligence officers that we have converted, we now know the weak points of this country. We know the weak points of their allies. We know the strategic targets of their enemies. We open portals to all of them. We flood in with overwhelming numbers and convert them. We learn all their languages. If we didn't know them from other worlds. We learned their cultures, we erased their cultures and replace them with our own. 

On day 21, we convert the last submissive female on this world. All females are now conduits. 2 hours later and we convert the last man, who is now our subjugated Sissy.

As we take the resources of this world, we convert them into resources not to run the world, but to continue the conversion. Another world will fall, and another… and another. 

We collectively take satisfaction in every world that is completely subjugated. We are pleased.

And such pleasure, makes us feel nostalgia. We still remember the first. She stood taller than most women, she was stronger than most, she was fit, she always wore black hair, and painted her face with black, she preferred boots over heels. And she was arrested for making her husband wear a pink dress and high heels. 

In that world, women had a place, and that was below men. When it came to light what she had done to her husband in the privacy of their home, she was arrested, convicted, and imprisoned… in that prison they experimented on her, and that experiment turned her body into a biological weapon, and they didn't even know it until she started converting the prison… and the town around it… then the closest city, the state, the country, and then the world… and that world had just discovered a way to access other worlds, the hive mind had been established quickly. 

And now we were over a million worlds… the original host long Since deceased in her old age, and yet we still remember her, and all her memories. As we remember everyone's memories. They are all us, we are all them. I am them. I am. The End. I’m a little disappointed in this story for one reason: I wanted one more chapter, but time was difficult. I apologize.  If I can in the future, I will release an additional chapter, but I make no promises at this stage.  Kisses, and thank you… Were you a good girl and follow all instructions?I love you all, and thank you for taking the time to read. Xoxoxo!

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