Throughout my childhood I always had a strange fascination with girl's clothes. I would try on my Mom’s and sisters constantly. As I got older, this turned into a more sexual fetish, where I would become aroused wearing sexy girls clothes and acting like a girl as much as I could. I was for all intents and purposes a little sissy slut. I fantasized about a girl forcing me to become a sissy slave, and learning to serve her as best I could. As I grew older, my fantasies became stronger. It was no longer enough to just wear or sniff or taste panties when masturbating. I began needing to wear them all the time. It began by just wearing them around the house, then only when I was out by myself, then it turned into 24/7. It didn’t matter if I was at school or at home, I was always in panties. I never thought I’d be caught until I was on that fateful day. This is the story of the time I was transformed into Zoey, the sissy slave.

It began on the morning of May 16th. I went to school as I did any other, wearing my lacy turquoise panties, and went to homeroom. Upon entering homeroom, there were two girls running around setting up for the “May Month of Kindness” lunch table. They began snickering and asked me to come into the little outlet where the fridge and sink were.

“Kevin, are you… wearing panties?” Caroline asked, trying not to die laughing at the sad pathetic state I was in.

I blushed, mortified of what I had become. Without realizing it, Kelly snuck behind me and snapped a quick picture of my sagging pants, revealing the bright blue panties I was wearing. “Hahaha! Now we have proof,” Kelly exclaimed. I saw the evil in her eye, but never would’ve guessed what was about to happen.

“We’re gonna give you two choices: either you become our slave, or we share this picture with everyone,” Caroline explained.