My sissy journey (Part-2)

Continue version into my sissification... Also this is the 2nd part... For 1st part search "My sissy journey) This one's Day 5-10

The Journey of Yuvika: Day 6–Day 10

(Told from Yuvika’s POV — submissive, embarrassed, longing, and humiliated)

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Day 6 — The Panty Gift

I woke up thinking maybe, just maybe, Aajau would let me breathe today. But as soon as I shuffled into the living room, still half-asleep in my old t-shirt, she smirked at me like she had been waiting.

“Morning, princess,” she said in that honey-smooth but terrifying voice. “I’ve got something for you.”

She held up a tiny paper bag. My heart sank — or maybe fluttered, I couldn’t tell. Inside was a soft, pink lace panty.

“From today, these are your underwear. No more boring boy shorts. I want you in these. Always. Do you understand, Yuvika?”

My throat tightened. “Y-yes, Aajau.”

She made me change into them immediately. Standing there, holding my old underwear in my hand, I felt like the last of my boyhood had been stripped away. She smiled with such satisfaction watching me tug the panties up my thighs.

“Oh, look at you… so much better already. My little sissy doll.”

And before I could even sit, she snapped a picture on her phone. I squealed, trying to cover myself, but she barked:

“Hands down! If you want to stay in my good books, you’ll let me keep my memories of Yuvika.”

I froze. My face burned. The click of her camera sealed it.

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Day 7 — Shopping Trip

I dreaded what she planned when she told me, “Get dressed. We’re going shopping. And wear your panties — I’ll check.”

We went to a lingerie store. My knees were weak the moment I saw the rows of bras, panties, stockings. A young salesgirl came over, smiling politely.

“How can I help you both today?”

Before I could even blink, Aajau replied, loud and clear:
“We’re shopping for her. She needs some cute bras and panties. Something that will make her feel like the little sissy she is.”

I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. The salesgirl raised her eyebrows, then giggled softly.

“Of course. What size is she?”

Aajau pulled me forward like a child. “She’s shy. But she’ll try some. Won’t you, Yuvika?”

The way the salesgirl repeated my name — “Yuvika” — sent shivers through me. I was handed a basket and forced to pick out things myself. Satin bras. Lace panties. A garter belt. Aajau insisted.

At the counter, the male shopkeeper smirked while scanning each item. “All these are for you?” he asked with fake innocence.

I nodded miserably, cheeks burning.

“Oh, you’ll look… adorable,” he teased, dragging out the word. The salesgirl chuckled behind him.

Aajau paid, but not before snapping another sneaky picture of me holding the shopping bag, eyes downcast. “Perfect memory,” she whispered.

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Day 8 — Training

Back at home, Aajau made me unpack my new things.

“One by one. Hold them up and say thank you, Aajau.”

My voice trembled as I lifted each panty and bra. “T-thank you, Aajau.”

She made me wear a pastel bra and stand in front of the mirror. The cups gaped on my chest, but she adjusted the straps, humming like she was sculpting me into her creation.

“From now on, posture training,” she ordered. “Chest out, chin up, hips swayed. You’ll practice walking in front of me every day. And if you fail…” She waved her phone like a weapon. “I’ll send one of your photos to a friend.”

I nearly collapsed. “No, please, Aajau!”

“Then behave. Be my good Yuvika.”

That day I walked back and forth across the room in panties and a bra, while she clapped mockingly like a dance teacher.

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Day 9 — Public Humiliation

She didn’t even let me rest. Today, she dragged me to a clothing store. Dresses. Skirts. Blouses.

The moment we entered, she said loudly, “We’re shopping for my little sissy here. She wants to feel more girly.”

The male shopkeeper looked me up and down, then chuckled. “Is that so? Well, we have plenty of options.”

I wanted to melt into the floor. But Aajau pushed me forward. “Go on, Yuvika. Pick something for yourself. Out loud. Ask him if he thinks it will suit you.”

I stuttered, barely able to hold up a pink skirt. “U-um… d-do you think this will suit me?”

The shopkeeper smirked. “On you? Yes, I think it’ll look… very pretty.”

The salesgirl nearby giggled openly. “So cute,” she said, watching my red face.

Aajau leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Did you hear that? Even strangers know you’re meant to be my pretty little Yuvika.”

When we left, she made me carry the bag myself, deliberately walking slow so people could notice.

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Day 10 — The Diary

That night, Aajau introduced a new rule.

“From now on, you’ll keep a diary. Every night you’ll write about your day as Yuvika. Your feelings, your humiliations, your gratitude to me. And you’ll show me every page.”

She handed me a pink notebook with glitter on the cover. “Property of Yuvika” was written across the front in her handwriting.

I wanted to resist. But when she dangled her phone — showing me a picture she had taken of me in panties at the lingerie shop — I broke.

“Yes, Aajau. I’ll write.”

That night, I sat on my bed in my new panties and bra, pen trembling in my hand. My first entry read:

> Dear Diary, today I learned I am nothing but Aajau’s little sissy. Everyone saw it — the salesgirl, the shopkeeper. And I couldn’t stop it. Maybe I don’t even want to. Maybe I like being Yuvika. I’m scared. But also… it feels right.

When I handed her the diary, she kissed my forehead mockingly. “Good girl. My obedient little Yuvika.”

At night, she started rubbing my asshole... Being half asleep i didn't feel it... Though, it was a great sensation... Slowly she oiled my ass up and poked one of her fingers inside... I let out a stiffle moan, she smirked!
I loved being in that way, few minutes later she poked a huge strapon which woke me up, i cried as it went inside... It hurted but it got me hard, earlier she told me not to masturbate using hands so i was unable to... Though she kept thrusting the huge strapon in and out... And in no time I've had my first sissygasm
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Closing (Day 6–10 Arc)

By the end of Day 10, I wasn’t just Golu anymore. I was Yuvika — a sissy whore who wore panties every day, who had bras in her drawer, who was humiliated in front of strangers, and who wrote nightly confessions in a glittery diary.

And every time I looked into Aajau’s eyes, I knew she owned me completely.