I know we haven't really gotten along, young man, so I've made some efforts to rectify that. You see, you're only living here by our parental grace, and I need to get something off my chest so that our relationship comes from a more honest place: I think you're a lazy, inadequate man. A basement dweller. It makes me sad for you, step-son. I think you'd be much happier living under my direction. What does that mean? Well, it means embracing what I know you to be: a little sissy bitch. I went shopping for you, boy, and have an array of gifts to help you. Pretty little accessories for your hair, lovely dresses, sweet smelling cookie perfumes, and pretty pink underwear for every day of the week. I even got you a cage for that little clitty of yours - because you won't be touching that without my say-so - and this cute, remote control butt toy for you. That boypussy of yours will be the only thing that grants you pleasure now! I know a lifestyle like this will be very new to you, so I've gotten you a little collar so that everyone will know that you're an *owned* sissy bitch. *My* sissy bitch. Our relationship is going to be very, very close from now on, and if you don't like that, I'll toss you out of this house!