This story is a fictional story. The characters and events in the story are not real and never happened. Any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental. All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. Apologies for the wrong spelling.
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"Hello everyone. I'm Candy and I'm a femboy who started working in a sissy nightclub after high school. I've always been a nerd with glasses, small, without many friends except Max (now Maxy). My little four-inch clit didn't get girls. I was bullied in high school because of my appearance. After graduating from high school, I decided to accept myself and become a femboy. I decided to get a job into Sissy Club Sunshine where they gave me a few doses of hormones. Hormones make my two buns bigger and my skin softer. However, I had to pay for it all from my initial salary and the continuation was even more expensive. Hormones, makeup, clothes were expensive. Maxy followed my path and he wanted to become a femboy. The place I work is very popular, every night there are a lot of guests here and they are mostly sissy boys who got a night of fun from their alpha owners. We have parties at the club from time to time and a big annual competition."
"This story starts a few months before the big annual competition. The participants of the competition could only be fresh femboys like Maxy and I were. It was our chance to complete the transformation into femboys. The big annual competition was an interesting game of hunting, hunting for daddy bears who had to be trained into submission. Crystal, one of the first friends in the club, told me how she won last year. After winning she signed some kind of contract and was transferred to some island where she underwent a full transformation into what she is today. Her name used to be Kriss, she had floppy ears and a face full of pimples. Today she is a very sexy femboy, full lips, wide hips, smaller ears and a tight pussy for fucking. I didn't get to ask her about the island or what happened to her bear. I had no experience (nor did Maxy) in training bears. We didn't even know who we would find to train, much less how to tame one. There are numerous categories that a daddy bear must fulfill to win first place. If we won, we would become complete femboys. Our dreams would become reality. A daddy bear had to be obedient and serve the femboy's every command. They existed solely for the femboy's pleasure. Maxy and I entered as a team, we wanted that prize. Our competitors were Amber, Joyce, Tyrkins, and Bambi. The first problem was finding a straight daddy bear who would be the perfect candidate. The good thing was that all the contestants who entered were given a leave of absence from the club until the day of the annual competition with full pay. Maxy and I spent a few days thinking about what to do, who to choose?
Maxy suggested: "We need to seduce some lonely daddy who wants to change his boring life."
Me; "But even if we found a daddy, how would we make him listen to us? What if he gets aggressive or something?"
Maxy agreed with my opinion. It took a few more days of trying to find a suitable solution. Maxy and I were walking in the suburbs. We were passing the house of our high school bully. I immediately spotted him in front of the house, it was Alex. He was tall, a little chubby and had a bit of a sharp black beard covering his face. Alex was by his dad's mechanic shop getting ready to go on a trip.
Maxy commented quietly; "He's just big and really stupid."
I replied; "I agree, I wonder where he got that from?"
As we got closer, Alex's dad Mr. Bob (looked exactly like him) appeared. Maxy got an idea from looking at Mr. Bob. Mr. Bob was in his early forties, currently working as a handyman and auto mechanic with his own shop. He was wearing his gray overalls that showed a hint of a beer bellyhe. He wasn't very tall, but he was still taller than us. He had very short and thick gray hair that showed off his almost bald head. He also had strong arms with broad shoulders, strong legs, a big (hard) butt and that little belly. He had black hair around his neck and a metal chain tangled in it. He had a small mustache connected to his beard from ear to ear. He was busy with some kind of work, sweaty on his back and looked a little tired in his eyes.
