Crossdressing Stories - Sissy ABDL Story - My Crush Turned Me Into Her Daughter!

Published on Dec 16, 2024 by Tohka Crow

The night wrapped around them like a silk curtain, its quiet weight settling over the park and muting the distant hum of the city. Lucas sat stiffly on the bench, his back ramrod straight, as if good posture might keep him from dissolving under Luna’s gaze. The air smelled of damp leaves and cooling earth, and somewhere far off, crickets sang to the night. It was a night for new beginnings—or endings—but Lucas couldn’t decide which this was. His fingers, pale and delicate, played with the hem of his sleeve, a nervous tick he couldn’t quite shake.

Sissy ABDL Story - My Crush Turned Me Into Her Daughter!

Luna stretched her arms above her head, arching her spine in a way that seemed almost indecent, and then relaxed back against the bench, her movements graceful and unbothered. Her long black hair tumbled over her shoulders, a dark waterfall catching glimmers of moonlight. “You know,” she said, her voice rich with amusement, “I’ve never seen you this quiet. It’s almost endearing.” Her eyes found his, and Lucas’s heart skipped a beat, the way it always seemed to whenever she looked at him with that mix of playful challenge and something he couldn’t name.

He managed a weak smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m just… processing.” His words were soft, almost lost in the night air. Processing, indeed. Just hours ago, they had walked out of the university gates for the last time, their exams and sleepless nights now behind them. He’d helped her pass, working together over countless coffee-stained pages and evenings that turned to dawn. She had laughed at his dry humor, teasing him when he blushed at her jokes or stumbled over explanations. But it had always been academic, or so he’d thought.

Luna leaned closer, her brown eyes boring into his. “You did a good job helping me,” she said, her voice low and intimate. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” She let the words hang, heavy and significant. Then, a smile—a sly, wicked curve of her lips. “I noticed something, though. You never made a move. Not even once. That’s rare, you know.”

Lucas felt a blush creeping up his neck, heat rising to his face. “I didn’t think… I mean…” He broke off, his words tangling in his throat. It was impossible to explain how out of reach she’d always seemed—a sun burning too brightly for him to approach. “I didn’t think it was my place.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” she said, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “You’re cute, Lucas. Shy, quiet… but far too modest for your own good.” Her eyes glittered with mischief as she watched him struggle to keep up with her words, her meaning. “So I thought… since we might never meet again… why not take matters into my own hands?”

Lucas swallowed hard. The weight of her words, the casual dominance in her tone, the way she laid it all bare—it was intoxicating and terrifying. He didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing, just watched her, feeling as if he might drown under the intensity of her gaze. “I—I didn’t expect this,” he finally whispered, and the confession felt like baring his throat to a predator.

Luna’s smile softened, just a fraction. “Good,” she said, her voice gentler now, but no less commanding. “Unexpected things can be the best things.” She turned her gaze back to the sky, letting him catch his breath while she traced constellations with her eyes. For a moment, silence stretched between them, heavy with everything unsaid. But Lucas knew this moment—whatever it was—would leave its mark. And he wasn’t sure if he wanted to run from it or hold on and never let go.

Lucas’s gaze lingered on her as she stared at the sky, her profile illuminated by the faint glow of the moon. There was a serene elegance about Luna, an effortless confidence that had drawn every eye in the university halls. But it was more than that. It was the way she carried herself, the tilt of her head, the hint of a smile that never quite left her lips. She was tall, curvy, and impossibly out of reach. A woman of contrasts—born into privilege, with a mother who held sway over educational policies and a father revered as a school director. Luna was untouchable, a sun around which everyone else seemed to orbit. And yet, here she was, sitting next to him on a simple park bench.

He tore his eyes away, his heart pounding against his ribs. He had crushed on her from afar like everyone else, watching her from crowded lecture halls or passing her in the bustling university corridors. But when they started their study sessions—her breath close enough to brush against his cheek, her scent of jasmine and something deeper filling his senses—he’d found himself drawn in ways he couldn’t articulate. She had been the sun; now, she was heat, the warmth of a fire too close to touch without burning.

The scent of her perfume was still there, clinging to the cool air between them, and it brought back every moment of those late nights spent pouring over books together. He remembered how her voice would drop, low and conspiratorial, whenever they stumbled on a tricky problem, or how her laughter would burst out when he made a self-deprecating joke. Those moments had intoxicated him. But her nearness had also terrified him. His heart had thudded wildly in his chest whenever she leaned too close, and he’d spent most of those hours desperately trying to keep his composure. He’d convinced himself that she was merely using him for help, that her teasing was just a game, nothing more.

Yet, here they were. Lucas shifted, his fingers curling into his palms. He couldn’t shake the disbelief. Why him? Why now? He’d spent so long building walls around his desire, locking it away in the deep recesses of his heart. Now, those walls felt fragile, ready to crumble at the slightest touch. He wanted to say something, anything, but his tongue felt heavy. He watched Luna for a moment longer, wondering what she was thinking, if she was lost in memories of their time together or something else entirely.

The world around them faded to a soft, muted hum, the distant rustle of leaves and chirping crickets falling away as the tension between them grew taut. Each minute had passed with the kind of slow, teasing inevitability that made Lucas’s skin tingle. He’d tried to focus on their small talk—something about future plans, maybe, or old professors whose quirks they’d shared—but every word seemed to disappear into the electric space between their bodies. He barely heard what he was saying; he was too aware of her. Of her leg brushing his. Of the way her fingers traced absent patterns on the bench. Of her eyes, never straying too far from him.

Then she leaned in, ever so slightly, and he could feel her breath, warm against his cheek. The scent of jasmine filled his senses again, intoxicating and heady. His pulse pounded so loudly he thought for sure she could hear it. He didn’t dare move, his body frozen between fear and desire. Luna’s gaze dropped to his lips, and she bit her own, a small, deliberate motion that sent a jolt through him. When she looked up, her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and something darker, more intent. She smiled—a slow, knowing curve of her mouth that made his breath catch.

She moved closer still, closing the gap between them with a confidence that made him tremble. Lucas wanted to say something, to ask her if this was real, if it was happening, but his voice had deserted him. All he could do was watch her lips, so close, and feel the heat of her body as it drew near. The world seemed to hold its breath.

Then, in that charged, breathless moment, it happened...

...Lucas’s eyes widened in horror as he felt the warmth spreading beneath him. For a moment, he was frozen, his mind a blur of disbelief and panic. The charged atmosphere between them shattered in an instant, replaced by the harsh reality of his sudden humiliation. He wanted to vanish, to melt into the bench, to be anywhere but here.

Luna noticed the change immediately—the way his body went rigid, the color draining from his face. She pulled back slightly, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Lucas?” she asked softly, her teasing smile faltering. Her eyes searched his, and he could see the realization dawning, the flicker of surprise that quickly gave way to understanding. Lucas swallowed hard, his throat tight with shame, and tore his gaze away, unable to face her.

“I... I’m sorry,” he stammered, a flush creeping up his neck. “Whenever I get really nervous…” He hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper, “…my bladder just… fails me.” His eyes darted to the floor, the weight of embarrassment crashing over him like a wave. “It’s… it’s stupid,” he muttered, squeezing his fists tightly as if it might hold back the flood of humiliation that threatened to drown him.

For a moment, there was silence, heavy and unyielding, as Lucas stared at the ground, mortified. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think past the heat flooding his face. But then, to his utter shock, Luna giggled. It started softly—a breathy, almost incredulous laugh that bubbled up and escaped her lips. She pressed a hand over her mouth as if to stifle it, but the amusement shone in her eyes, bright and unrestrained.

Lucas’s heart sank further. He braced himself for mockery, for the harsh edge of laughter that he’d feared for so long. But when he dared to look up, there was no malice in her expression. Just warmth and something else that he couldn’t quite name. “You…” she said, still fighting back her laughter, “you really are just too cute.” She leaned in again, her eyes sparkling with a mix of genuine amusement and tenderness.

Her reaction, so unexpected, left him reeling. “I—I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice cracking. He felt like he was drowning, but now in confusion as well as embarrassment. How could she laugh? How could she look at him like that—as if he were endearing, not pitiable? “I didn’t mean—”

“Oh, Lucas.” She shook her head, still smiling. “You don’t have to apologize.” Her fingers reached for his chin, lifting it gently until he had no choice but to meet her gaze. “You think this changes how I see you?” Her eyes softened, and the playful edge melted away, replaced by something far more genuine. “If anything, it just makes you more… you.”

Lucas felt the heat of his embarrassment surge through him, leaving him almost dizzy. He stumbled over his words, desperate to escape the crushing weight of the moment. “I—I think it’s better if I just go,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. He began to rise, his movements awkward and stiff, but Luna’s hand shot out, gripping his arm firmly, her laughter bubbling up again.

“And go where?” she asked, her tone light but edged with a mischievous glint. “Through the city? Like this?” She gestured playfully at his damp jeans, and Lucas’s heart sank even further. “I’m sure your neighbors would have plenty to say about that,” she added, her smile turning wicked. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “No, no. I have a better idea.”

Before he could respond, she stood, her movements fluid and confident, and pulled him gently but insistently to his feet. “Come with me. I’ve got my car parked just over there.” She nodded toward a shadowy section of the park’s lot. “You can come back to my place. Change, get cleaned up. Stay the night, even.” Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, her expression a mix of amusement and something softer—something that made his pulse quicken despite the shame still clawing at him. “It’s not like I’m letting you out of my sight after this.”

Lucas opened his mouth to protest, to find some semblance of dignity to cling to, but the words refused to come. She was so close, her presence overwhelming and magnetic, and all he could do was nod. The thought of walking through the city in his current state was mortifying, but even more than that, he couldn’t bring himself to turn away from her offer. From her.

“Good,” she said, her smile softening as she led him toward the car. Her grip was firm but not forceful, and he found himself comforted by it despite everything. “Let’s get you out of here.” They walked together, the cool night air brushing over their skin, and Lucas couldn’t shake the sense that this was all some strange, impossible dream. But when Luna unlocked the car and he slid into the passenger seat, the leather cold against him, he knew it was real. Too real.

The drive to her place was mostly silent, punctuated by moments of her humming softly to the music playing on the radio and his stolen glances in her direction. She seemed so at ease, as if bringing him home like this was the most natural thing in the world. When they pulled up to her building—a sleek, modern complex with soft lights casting a welcoming glow—Lucas felt the weight of his nerves settle in his stomach again. But Luna reached for his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Come on,” she said, her voice warm. “You’ll be fine.”

And so, mesmerized, embarrassed, and entirely unsure of what awaited him, Lucas followed her inside.

Luna led Lucas down the hallway, her steps confident and sure, while he followed with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. "This used to be my sister's space," she said over her shoulder, her voice light but with an edge of nostalgia. "She and her husband moved to a bigger place after their baby arrived. Some of their things are still here." As they approached the room at the end of the hall, she pushed open the door, revealing what was unmistakably a baby's room.

The space was a curious blend of adult practicality and childlike whimsy. The walls were painted a soft pastel blue, adorned with faded stencils of stars and moons. A plush, regular-sized bed sat against one wall, its presence somewhat incongruous with the crib and scattered toys that filled the room. A rocking chair was tucked in a corner, a soft, well-loved blanket draped over its back. The faint scent of baby powder and lavender lingered in the air, adding a layer of unexpected intimacy.

Luna closed the door behind them, her gaze never straying from Lucas. "You need to get out of those wet clothes," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "Why don’t you lie down on the bed? It'll be more comfortable."

He blinked, momentarily caught off guard. The juxtaposition of the baby paraphernalia and her commanding presence made the situation feel surreal, almost dreamlike. "Lay down?" he echoed, his voice hesitant, uncertain.

"Yes," she replied, her tone softening as she stepped closer. "You need to relax, Lucas. Let me help you." She gestured to the bed, and though his mind buzzed with a thousand questions, he found himself moving toward it, compelled by the warmth in her eyes and the quiet strength of her voice.

As he sat down, the bed's softness enveloped him. He hesitated, glancing around at the nursery decorations—the stuffed animals, the mobile that hung from the ceiling, swaying gently as if touched by an invisible breeze. The room’s atmosphere was both comforting and disorienting. Luna stepped closer, her fingers grazing his arm with a tenderness that made him shiver. "Trust me," she whispered, her eyes searching his. "Let me take care of you tonight."

His breath caught in his throat. He nodded, slowly lowering himself back onto the bed. The ceiling above him was painted with a scattering of tiny stars, and he found himself staring at them, feeling both exposed and oddly safe. Luna leaned over him, her hair cascading around her face as she began to gently help him out of his wet clothes. The care in her touch, the way she moved with deliberate, unhurried motions, left him feeling vulnerable but not afraid.

As she worked, Luna's voice was a soft murmur, soothing and intimate. "I know this is different," she said, her eyes never leaving his. "But I want you to trust me." There was no mocking in her tone, no hint of anything other than genuine care. The room, with all its contradictions, became a cocoon around them—one where vulnerability and closeness were all that mattered.

As Luna gently removed Lucas's wet clothes, she suddenly stepped away. His heart pounded, and a layer of vulnerability settled over him, his breaths shallow and quick. He watched, puzzled and nervous, as Luna moved toward a dresser near the crib. She opened a drawer and took out something that made Lucas’s stomach twist with a mix of confusion and rising panic: a diaper and a pack of baby wipes.

Lucas sat up abruptly, his eyes wide, his voice catching in his throat. "Luna, what are you doing?" he asked, the room suddenly feeling much smaller, the whimsical stars above now seeming to spin. He wrapped the blanket around himself, an instinctive shield against the sudden vulnerability he felt.

Luna turned, her expression unreadable. She approached him slowly, the items in her hands clear and unmistakable. "It’s okay, Lucas," she began, her voice calm, trying to soothe him. "I thought—"

"No, I don’t understand," Lucas interrupted, his voice rising slightly in alarm. "Why do you have those? Why would I need—" His mind raced, trying to piece together the situation, but nothing made sense.

Luna set the diaper and baby wipes aside for a moment, her expression shifting to something softer, more serious. She moved closer to Lucas, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in the blanket like it was his only anchor to reality. “Lucas,” she began, her voice gentle but firm, “since… well, since the accident happened, it might happen again.” Her eyes met his, holding his gaze with an intensity that made his stomach flip. “I think we should be cautious.”

He blinked, trying to process her words, a mix of confusion and disbelief swirling in his mind. “Cautious?” he echoed, the word sounding foreign on his tongue. He shifted uncomfortably, the blanket rustling around him. “I don’t—”

“I know this is unexpected,” Luna said, cutting him off with a reassuring touch to his arm. Her fingers were warm against his skin, grounding him in a way that was both comforting and disorienting. “But think about it. It’s just… a precaution.” She hesitated, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, you trust me, right?”

Lucas felt his pulse quicken. He did trust her—more than he’d trusted anyone in a long time. And, in the back of his mind, he couldn’t deny the truth: he wanted to be near her, to prolong whatever strange, intoxicating connection had formed between them. If this was what it took… maybe it wasn’t so bad. Maybe it would even be worth it.

“I… I guess,” he said slowly, the words tasting strange. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “It’s just… different. But if you think it’s necessary…”

Luna nodded, her expression softening further. “I want you to feel safe, Lucas. And I want to make sure you’re okay.” She moved closer, her presence warm and enveloping. “We’ll take this one step at a time.”

Lucas nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He still felt the lingering strangeness of it all, but beneath it was a sense of possibility—a chance to be closer to her, to see where this connection might lead. So, despite the uncertainty, he found himself agreeing, allowing her to guide him as he stepped hesitantly into whatever this would become.

She moved with purpose, her touch gentle but confident as she continued to help him. The room around them seemed to fade, the whimsical stars on the walls blurring into soft shapes as Lucas focused solely on her—the warmth of her hands, the steadiness of her gaze, and the unspoken promise that, whatever came next, he wouldn’t face it alone.

In that moment, the contradictions of the room—the remnants of a child’s presence mixed with the adult intimacy they shared—seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them, tangled in a web of vulnerability, trust, and the fragile beginnings of something deeper.

Luna worked with a gentle, efficient precision, her touch soft and reassuring as she finished wiping Lucas and secured the diaper in place. "There," she said softly, stepping back with a reassuring smile. "All done. That wasn’t so scary, was it?" Her tone was light, teasing just enough to ease some of the tension hanging in the room. Lucas exhaled, his nerves still taut but no longer spiraling out of control. He managed a small, tentative smile, feeling both out of place and oddly comforted by her care.

She rose gracefully and moved toward the closet, her movements purposeful as she rummaged through its contents. Lucas sat up slightly, watching her, the rustle of fabric filling the quiet air. He noticed her pause, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. "It looks like my sister’s husband’s clothes are all gone," she said, turning back toward him with a thoughtful expression. "But my sister’s clothes are still here."

Luna’s fingers moved through the clothes in the closet, her eyes lighting up as she found what she was looking for. She turned, holding up a delicate pink night babydoll with lace trim that caught the soft light of the room. Her gaze met Lucas’s, and a playful smile danced across her lips. “You know,” she said, tilting her head thoughtfully, “you and my sister are about the same size. I think you’d look so cute in this.”

Lucas felt his breath catch. The air between them seemed to thicken, his heart pounding so hard he was sure she could hear it. “I… I’m not sure,” he stammered, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. The idea was both mortifying and strangely compelling, and he couldn’t quite reconcile the two feelings warring within him.

Luna stepped closer, her expression soft but teasing, her eyes never leaving his. “Please, Lucas?” she asked, holding the fabric out toward him. “I’d love to see it. Just for me?” Her voice dropped to a near whisper, her tone both coaxing and playful. There was no mockery, no harshness—just a genuine desire and a spark of curiosity that left him breathless.

He hesitated, staring at the garment in her hands. The lace shimmered slightly, delicate and fragile, much like the moment itself. The idea of wearing it felt strange, surreal, but the way she looked at him—hopeful, intrigued, and undeniably sincere—made him pause. Lucas found himself nodding, slowly, as if the decision was being made by some part of him he didn’t fully understand. “Okay,” he said, his voice trembling but steady enough. “I’ll try.”

Luna’s smile widened, and she moved with a kind of reverent care, helping him up from the bed. “You’ll look perfect,” she murmured, her words a mix of encouragement and anticipation. As she guided him toward the clothing, Lucas felt a mix of nerves and something else—a sense of trust, fragile but real, growing stronger with every step.

When Lucas slipped the soft, pink fabric over his shoulders, it settled around him with a surprising lightness. The lace tickled his skin, and he could feel his face burning as he took in the surreal image of himself in the mirror—delicate, vulnerable, and completely out of his depth. He shifted awkwardly, unsure of what to do with his hands. Before he could say a word, Luna let out a delighted gasp, her eyes widening with genuine excitement.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across her face. “You look absolutely adorable!” She clapped her hands together, her enthusiasm radiating through the room. Lucas’s heart pounded, torn between embarrassment and the strange thrill of seeing her so happy. The intensity of her reaction was unexpected, and it made him feel both exposed and strangely cherished.

As he opened his mouth to respond, Luna’s eyes lit up with sudden inspiration. “Wait, there’s something missing!” she said, her tone conspiratorial. Before he could protest, she moved quickly to a small dresser and returned with a pair of pastel-colored hairbands. “Hold still,” she murmured, her hands gentle as they worked. Within moments, she’d gathered his hair into two neat pigtails, securing each with a playful flourish.

When she stepped back to admire her handiwork, her eyes sparkled with delight. “Oh my god, Lucas,” she said again, her voice softening but losing none of its excitement. “You’re perfect. So, so cute.” Her laughter was warm and contagious, and for a moment, it melted away his self-consciousness. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror again, and this time, the image didn’t feel quite as overwhelming. The pigtails, the pink night babydoll—it was absurd, yes, but there was something oddly freeing about it too.

Lucas met her gaze, searching for any hint of mockery, but found only genuine affection and playful joy. “You really think so?” he asked, his voice small but hopeful.

Luna nodded, stepping closer and placing her hands on his shoulders. “I do,” she said softly. “You’ve made my night.” Her eyes lingered on him, filled with a warmth that made him feel both vulnerable and seen. And in that moment, he realized that whatever else might come, he was exactly where he wanted to be—caught up in her infectious energy and the unexpected tenderness that had brought them here.

Lucas stood there, feeling the weight of the moment settle around him. He had always been on the more feminine side—short, slim, with delicate features that often made him stand out in ways he wasn’t sure he liked. But now, with the soft pink babydoll brushing against his skin, the diaper beneath it, and his hair pulled into girlish pigtails, he looked every bit the image of a younger sister—an almost uncanny transformation that left him reeling.

It was awkward, undeniably so. The layers of discomfort were hard to peel back, and he could feel the heat of his blush creeping down his neck. But as much as the situation pushed the boundaries of his comfort, there was something grounding about Luna’s presence. The way she looked at him—with a mixture of pride, delight, and something deeply affectionate—made him feel like none of this was a joke, like he wasn’t being put on display for ridicule. No, Luna’s gaze held him together, made it bearable. Made it almost… worth it.

Before he could second-guess himself, Luna stepped forward, her arms wrapping around him in a warm, enveloping hug. She held him close, her breath soft against his ear. “You’re perfect,” she whispered, her words sinking deep into his chest, filling it with a strange blend of warmth and vulnerability. She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, then pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, lingering just long enough for him to feel the sincerity of her touch.

“Lucas,” she said, her voice low and full of conviction, “I want you to become my baby girl.” The words hung between them, heavy with implication. She cupped his face in her hands, her eyes searching his for any sign of hesitation. “Not because you have to,” she continued, her tone softening. “Only if it’s what you want too. I just… I see something so special in you. And I want to explore that together.”

Lucas’s breath caught, and for a moment, the room seemed to tilt. It was a lot to take in, the weight of her words pressing against the walls of his mind. But beneath the shock and the uncertainty, there was a flicker of something else—something he hadn’t dared to acknowledge until now. A chance to be seen, to be cared for, to embrace a side of himself he’d never felt brave enough to explore.

He swallowed hard, searching for the right words. “I… I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “But… I want to try. For you.”

Luna’s smile softened, her eyes brimming with tenderness. “That’s all I ask,” she said, her thumb brushing gently over his cheek. “We’ll take it slow. Together.” She kissed his forehead once more, sealing the promise between them. For Lucas, it was an invitation not just to follow her lead, but to step into a world where trust, care, and vulnerability could become something transformative—something uniquely theirs.

Luna’s eyes sparkled with an infectious joy as she clapped her hands together, excitement radiating from her. “You need a new name,” she said, her voice soft but filled with determination. “How about… Lucy?” Her gaze stayed locked on him, searching for any sign of resistance.

Lucas—now Lucy—felt a wave of hesitation wash over him. The name sounded foreign, almost unreal on her lips. But when he saw the hopeful expression on Luna’s face, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse. “Lucy…” he repeated softly, the word tasting strange and new on his tongue. He nodded, slowly, feeling the weight of the name settle over him. “Okay… Lucy.”

Luna’s face lit up with delight, her happiness so genuine it sent a rush of warmth through him. “It’s perfect!” she exclaimed, but her expression quickly shifted. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she took a step closer, her tone turning stern but still tinged with playfulness. “But Lucy… babygirls can’t stand on their legs yet.”

Lucy blinked, confusion flashing across his—her—face. “I don’t understand,” Lucy said softly, her voice uncertain. But Luna’s expression left little room for hesitation. She gestured toward the ground, and Lucy’s heart pounded as she slowly, awkwardly lowered herself down, feeling the softness of the carpet beneath her knees. The vulnerability of the moment washed over her, leaving her feeling exposed and small.

“Good girl,” Luna murmured, her voice softening again, full of encouragement. She leaned down, her hand brushing against Lucy’s hair, adjusting the pigtails with a gentle touch. “See? Mommy Luna and Lucy are going to have so much fun together!”

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