A Natural Sissy Part 5

Anyway, my sister let something slip about what mom was doing that day, and when I asked what she was talking about, they whispered to each other for a minute. Then one of them said, "Okay Stacy, I guess you're old enough to know. Mom is a professional dominatrix. Do you know what that is?"

I did, because I had been reading erotica stories from Literotica and other websites since I was ten. But I feigned innocence. "No. What's that?"

So I got the whole nine yards about my mom. She made her money training men to be subservient to women. Her clients even included royalty from all over the world, and all her clients were near the top of the wealth chain. She was too, because her fees were out of sight. And none of it was reported to the IRS. Only my dad's inherited money was reported. But I still didn't know who my dad was. It wasn't until I was about to go away to college that I found out our live-in maid was my dad. He was absolutely gorgeous, and I wanked off thinking about him when I went to bed at night. He was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I mean he put movie stars to shame he was so beautiful. But he was always rather quiet around the house. And he always deferred to my mom and my sisters in everything. I guess mom had trained him well.

Being the baby in the family, I was always the first to bed every night, and as I look back I realize that some of the strange noises I heard after I went to bed were my dad being disciplined by my mom and sisters for some fault they found with him. Some of the noises were not discipline at all. Well maybe they were, but they didn't sound like it. I've heard the same noises as an adult, and they were definitely sexual in nature. My mom and my sisters were using my dad the same way I get used by Gail now.

Anyway, after I went off to college, I though about my dad, and the life he lived, and how beautiful he was. Or she. Having been dressed as a schoolgirl by my sisters kinda crept up on me, and combined with my images of my dad, I developed a desire to dress like a woman. I didn't want to be a woman, but I certainly wanted to look like one. Does that make any sense to any of you?