"If Mother could only see me now. Would she like to see her son all dressed up like her sissy son? Mother will be home in about an hour. Should I remain sissy dressed and display my sissy desires, or should I change back into my male clothing.?"
"I'm sorry Mother, I can't help myself. I understand sweety, it simply means you like being my sissy son. But i can't go like this. Of course you can sweety."
"I told you he was a sissy pansy faggot. Oh, my goodness, you are so right Carla. What shall we do with this sissy. Look what the sissy is holding in his hand, a black make-believe cock. Let's fuck the sissy with it. I have a better idea. Let me call my brother and have the sissy on his knees and sucking my brother's cock. Perfect Carla, call him."
"I will do anything you ask of me, Mother as long as you will keep dressing me as a girl. Well sweetie, you don't have to worry about that. But Mother, I mean sissy dressing me every day. Yes, sweetie, every single day. Oh, thank you Mother."