Drink Me (Sissy Story) by sdvine - Sex Stories

Drink Me (Sissy Story) by sdvine

With my chin resting on the table, I stared at the little bottle. It was a rather unremarkable looking thing. It could almost be called a vial, but I think of vials as something smaller and thinner, like in a lab. This was more like one of those small energy drink containers, only bigger and made of glass. The liquid inside, however, was much more remarkable. Silvery, with tinges of blue, it appeared to shimmer. Almost as if it were alive and breathing, the shimmer was like a pulse. I found it very easy to stare at it, it was quite hypnotic. Like it was calling to me, enticing me to drink. I had a sudden flash to Alice in Wonderland, and going down the rabbit hole. Drink me, Eat me, indeed. Not like I needed the extra enticement. If I wasn't going to try it, I wouldn't have bought it in the first place. I had found this potion a week ago on a business trip to New Orleans. Or rather, the potion had found me. I had been wandering the French Quarter one evening, trying my best to be a casual, unobtrusive tourist, checking out all the landmarks friends had told me to seek out. I was just about to head back to my hotel, when a matronly old woman called out to me. She was leaning against the door jamb to a small shop, which upon further inspection was what appeared to be an occult oriented bookstore. Once she had my attention, she beckoned me over. As I approached her, I couldn't help but feel at ease. I think it's because the woman reminded me of my grandmother. She wasted no ...

... time at all, she leaned in, and in a voice that was too loud to be a whisper, but soft enough to be for my ears only, said, "I have something for you, dearie. Something I know you'll love. Something to solve your..." she paused, giving me a knowing look up and down, "...problem." I raised my eyebrow, and was about to protest that I had no problem I was aware of, but she cut me off. "Oh, don't bother trying to deny it and hide behind false fronts and bravado. I know. You'll find no judgment from me. You hide it well, you should know. Better than most, but I know of the disconnection between your soul and your body." Finding my voice again, after having it basically startled out of me, I asked "how could you know? I can count the people that know on one hand!" With a gentle smile, she replied, "All true, but I see things that most people cannot, or will not. And I see very clearly that you walk around in a shell, a construct that hides the real you. Come. Come inside, and I'll show you." I followed her inside, where she showed me the bottle I stared at now. She had practically sold it to me before I even saw it, simply by her supernatural prescience. For she was absolutely correct. A fact I hid from ninety-nine percent of the people who knew me, with very little difficulty. They found it very easy to see the man I was on the outside. I wasn't any sort of paragon of manliness, or built like a male model, but I was undeniably masculine in build. Broad shoulders, masculine features. ...