New Blog: My Life as a Sissy Wife

Don't forget to check out my other blog where I plan to talk about about how I actually ended up being a sissy wife to a dominant woman! Some of you who look in here may be in the same situation! It's in my blog list but the address is: http://mylifeasasissywife.blogspot.com/

About this blog: Do you like to read about my thoughts and experiences and those of the followers, or would you rather it be more X-rated like many other blogs?

Who were you with for your first kiss?

You must be a sissy since you view this blog. So just how little is your little sissy clitty?

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Weak sissy needs young lady's help

So, I went into our local big-box garden store the other day to buy some of what turned out to be heavy things. I needed salt for my water softener and it comes in 40-pound bags. I needed some mulch and it comes in big bags too that are heavy.

The items I needed were stacked outside, so I paid and told the older lady at the checkout that I could load them in the car myself. Then this young lady -- college age -- came by and asked if I needed help loading my car.

I said "No, I can manage."

She said, "Those bags are pretty heavy, are you sure you don't need any help?"

I said again, "No, I should be OK."

She insisted: "I'll help you. You look like you need some help."

So she walked with me to where the items were. I had parked pretty much between the items I bought. She grabs two 40-pound bags of softener salt by the handles on the bags both at once and easily carries them over to my car, lifts them higher and puts them into the back of my SUV.

Then she goes over to the mulch to get me four bags. She carries these big bulky bags over two at a time, again lifting them up to put them into the back of my SUV.

This girl was a strong, athletic girl, obviously. She looked like she played sports, for sure. You could see the muscles in her upper arms as she carried and lifted those heavy bags.

So, why did she feel she had to help me? Do you think it was my skinny shaved arms that look so weak? Do you think it was my smooth girlie legs, showing since I had on shorts? Do you think it was how I handled myself in my talk and walk. Or my breasts and nipples showing through my T-shirt? Of course it was all of them. The girl knew a sissy when she saw one!

But that has happened to me before, as I have written. I struggle trying to carry and lift one of those 40-pound bags of water softener salt. Same with the big bags of mulch. I had to struggle to get them out my SUV, then I used a dolly to get the salt into the garage and the mulch to the front yard. I use that dolly a lot! I just love the luggage on wheels!

I don't feel humiliated when that happens. I have always been weak. And submissive too. I know that I am submissive to real men and most women. Never been a doubt about that. I am like the other sissies and the real women who want to be girlie girls. And sometimes I need help carrying things and I know nothing about cars and other manly things.

Still, I have to wonder. That young lady was so nice, but did she go back into the store and tell everyone how she had to help that pathetic sissy load up? I hope not. But I bet the men who have helped me in a similar way have told their buddies such a story about me.

The young lady was wonderful. I thanked her for helping me. She smiled and said "Thanks for coming by and have a nice day."

So, tell me, have you ever had a similar experience where a female had to help you because they thought you were weak enough to need help. I bet that if you look in on this blog that you sure have!


Wednesday, May 4, 2016

My Sissy Story 4: Teen becomes more girlie

I'm going to write about discovering boys in the next installment, but first I have to describe how I got to that point.

In the previous post, I mentioned how I had started shaving my legs. Like most males about to become a teen, I started get hair on my legs. Well, I was appalled! I was so upset! I did not want that at all!

So, Timmy and I were dressing up of course and we decided that we would be shaving our legs. We did not do it together, not even once, but we figured it out separately and compared the results.

I had seen my mother shaving her legs as a little kid. Must have left an impression on me because I took to it quite naturally. I have to say I have always enjoyed shaving my legs because I love the result so much! Some real women treat it as a drudgery!

So by the age of 13 I was shaving my legs. I had not worn short shorts until then, but my wonderful sister supplied a pair that I started to wear. What a wonderful feeling to feel the air on your shaved legs! Love that feeling to this day as most sissies do!

At 13, I was shaving my legs, playing house with a sissy friend and dressing up in my sister's hand-me-down clothing! Most of my friends were either fellow sissies or the girls that would put up with a sissy.

Timmy started borrowing some of his mother's lipstick and makeup that we used during our playing house time. And we took turns applying it to one another. So we added that to the shaving of our legs. Do you see a trend further into sissyhood going on here! And it gets better!

After a while, we went into a discount store and bought our own lipstick, makeup and nail polish. I also liked sweet-smelling spray scents and still do. I remember buying something called Feminine Deodorant Spray that Timmy and I would spray on our little things!

Not long after that, we were buying our own panties and pantyhose. Timmy was especially happy because the style of a younger woman's panties is much sexier than that of your mother! I had already been wearing young woman panties, as I had been wearing my teenage sister's.

During my junior high years, which in our school district was the grades 7 through 9 and ages of around 13 to 15, I did not get a lot of flack for shaving my legs. You would be seen in gym class, of course, and we also had to take swimming class in my school. That's because some of the boys did not have a lot of hair on their legs yet, so the sissies were not really noticed for their shaving. The flack would come in senior high school and it was pretty sucky.

Once again, if you can relate to any of this -- and I am sure sissies have similar stories -- please post your comments here!

TO BE UPDATED, REVISED, ETC.

Monday, May 2, 2016

My Sissy Story 1: The early, early years

UPDATED 4-27-16

Like some transgender girls have us believe, I do not remember how I felt when I was 2 years old! I do not believe them; I think they are thinking that they remember how they felt when they were 2 but they really do not. How does a 2-year-old believe they were born in the wrong body? That feeling did not come for me until much, much later.

I remember only a few things from before I was even 6. I was told by my mother that I was very shy and I cried a lot! I do recall that I liked my stuffed animals and I liked to play with dolls with my two older sisters.

There are pictures of me playing with the dolls and also there are pictures of me playing dress-up with my sisters. You know, silly hats and scarves and our mother's heels!

OK, I do remember when I started first grade at age 6. And like my mother said, I do recall being very shy. And I was always a teacher's pet!

I did not know what it meant to be a sissy at first, but I do know that I hung out with the girls and the boys who were different -- meaning not the rugged, sports-playing boys. Probably by sixth grade, when I was 12, I was pretty much established as one of the sissies too.

Ha ha, you can probably relate to this: In grade school, I was not very good at the boys sports of football, baseball and basketball. I had girlie legs and skinny arms. Wasn't very strong at all. I would be selected near the last when making teams during the playground pickup games! I remember there was at least one girl who would always be picked before me because she could hit a softball far! When I did play, they put me out in rightfield where not much happened.

I was good at volleyball, however, and we played dodgeball a lot. I was very agile in getting out of the way of balls, but not very strong in throwing it back! Other than that, I liked to swim and run and play tennis, pretty much sports that regular girls could do -- or the weaker boys! 

So, I did not just sit around and play with dolls and read books like some sissies say they did. Oh, I was also a Cub Scout!

I was not included in the boy groups because we did not really have much to talk about. My best friends were the other sissies and the girls. In sixth grade, things pretty much changed drastically, so I will devote a separate chapter to that one school year.

Oh, I just remembered one really important thing: When I was very young, I remember sticking to my mother. I wanted to be with her in the kitchen and the bathroom and when she was dressing. I saw her naked and in her lingerie a lot, and surely it must have left an impression on me. I marveled at her breasts and of course later I desired to have them too.

But I can say that one thing that left an impression on me was that my mother liked to wear those see-through nightgowns. And you could see her big beautiful breasts. There were other times when she would walk around naked from the bathroom to her bedroom or she might call me into her bedroom when was getting dressed.

So my point is, I saw my mother's breasts a lot and that is pretty much one of the few things that I remember at a very young age. And, being a momma's boy, I wanted to be like my mother in all ways! What she did and what she wore and of course what she looked like! I envied her in all ways and those breasts were a subject of wonder for me!

I stuck to my mother! I never wanted to be like my dad and I bet if you are reading this then you certainly understand what I am talking about!

I don't remember spending time with my father when I was very young. And there are not any pictures of me doing that either, so it must be true. I bet most psychologists would see a pattern in the fact that I gravitated toward my mother and not my father at an early age.

Please, if you are reading this, post your comments! Would love to hear from those with similar experiences!


TO BE UPDATED AND CONTINUED




My Sissy Story 2: Things changed by 6th grade

I don't remember exact dates, especially from the time I was in grade school, but I do know that by the time I was in sixth grade I was getting into my sister's panties and then some other things like her short dresses.

I had -- and still do have -- two older sisters. One is somewhat older, so as kids we really did not hang out together much. 

The other is just a year older than me, leading me to believe that I was my parents' oopsie! We went through school together, with her in the grade ahead of me of course. By the time we were in junior and senior high school, she was one of the prettiest and most popular girls in school. She always had boys chasing her and always was elected to some student government position, which is a popularity contest pretty much.

But what pertains to my sissy story is that because I was a year younger than her and because I had a girlie body -- meaning skinny arms and legs especially -- we were similar in build. And that meant her clothes fit me!

At some point around sixth grade I started going through her dresser drawers and putting on her panties when I was alone at home. She liked to wear short dresses and I would put them on too. 

I would always hang up the dresses where I found them, but what got me in trouble was that I would take the panties for extended periods to wear them and of course I would not put them back in the drawer but put them in with the laundry. My mother, who did the laundry, did not notice this, but eventually my sister did!

So what happened next? She confronted me about it! I don't remember exactly what happened, but I imagine I was quite surprised and upset and very uncomfortable! She did, however, say it was okay and not to worry about it. 

It was pretty evident the way I was by sixth grade. I was not some rugged boy. I was not extremely girlie either. But I was somewhat effeminate, very shy, emotional, and most of my friends were other sissies, girls or female relatives. 

My sister knew all this. On that day she confronted me, she was the best sister a sissy could possibly ask for! She told me that she understood and that if she gave me some items I had to promise her to no longer get into her stuff. I certainly agreed! And she came through. She gave me some things she was okay to part with: panties, pantyhose, a bra and a couple of short dresses. 

So that was actually when my sister and I became very close and we still live about 20 miles from each other. That was also the beginning of my having a sissy "stash."

Now, there so happened to be another sissy up the street from me who I went all through school with. His name was Timmy. He was a bigger sissy than me. Meaning, he talked like a sissy and walked like a sissy. The poor kid even got picked on in school more than me. Timmy was always with a group of girls. For some reason they really accepted him. That was true with me too, but especially with Timmy. 

So Timmy was one of my close sissy friends. I would always be at his house up the street. His house had a third floor that was an apartment where his grandma once lived. It had a bedroom, a bathroom and kitchen/dining area. It turned out to be a perfect hideaway and play area for us!

One time -- I'm pretty sure this was still in sixth grade or it could have been the summer right after -- Timmy asked if I wanted to do something really fun. He brings out some of his mother's slips and stockings and a garter belt! So we started dressing up together at that point, a first for the both of us doing it with someone.

What was funny was that when we undressed to put on the lingerie we both were wearing panties already! 

So that summer we played dress-up whenever we could. Having my own stash of undies and dresses given to me by my wonderful sister, I of course brought them to our play time and kept some of the stuff there.

So we would dress up and prance around and it was such a good time, as you might expect. We were able to lock the door once we up in the apartment area!

This led to our getting into bed together. That started with us being silly and tickling each other and playfully kissing each other. We started getting into bed nakie or in lingerie and cuddling. We would tuck our little sissy clitties and pretend we were girls.

Two things from this:

I thought I was tiny down below. I had something like a little over an inch of clitty. Timmy was even smaller than that. When we cuddled we would get erections because that just comes natural but they were very very feeble erections. Leads me to think that we were born sissies!

And probably an omen of things to come for us. Although I lost track of him through the years, I know from Facebook that Timmy ended up being married to a man. And me, well, after finding I was not accepted by the gay community as a tranny, I ended up being a submissive sissy wife to a dominant woman! Talk about a turnaround, as you will see from some of the things I am going to write about during my teen years and years shortly after college.

The second thing is that Timmy was the first person I ever kissed on the lips! He was just so gentle and they were such gentle kisses. Like girl kisses, actually. And yes, I did kiss some girls after that even though I was a sissy! So I knew what it was like to kiss a girl!


TO BE UPDATED AND CONTINUED

My Sissy Story 3: A scary event after 6th grade

I grew up in a small town in a neighborhood not far from the downtown area. It was probably only a mile to walk from my house to where the stores, eateries and movie theaters were. So, we kids, with our parents' OK, would always be walking to downtown. Even at age 11 or 12.

One night during the summer after 6th grade when I was just about to turn 13 I had met some friends downtown on a Friday evening. I know I should not have stayed out so late because our family rule was to get going home when the street lights came on. 

But I did stay out late and I had to walk home. There is a bridge you have to cross to get to my neighborhood. I was halfway across when I saw this young man -- I don't know around age 30 -- I recognized from the neighborhood. He stopped me and started talking to me and I could see that he was drunk. There was a strip of bars in my neighborhood.

I don't remember all of the conversation of course, but he ended up saying he would walk with me home. 

But these are the events as I remember how they unfolded:

We walked into the neighborhood. He says let's rest for a minute. We end up in a yard behind someone's house. Might have been his house, probably. We sat there on the grass and he kept talking like drunk people do.  Didn't shut up. Slurred is speech. We ended up resting on our elbows at some point. He got close to me and leaned on me enough to push me down flat against the grass. I remember smelling the booze on his breath. Funny, but I can still smell it.

I was wearing short denim shorts as I started doing that summer and I also had started shaving my legs. This man from the neighborhood had to have seen me around and knew that I was a sissy. 

So we are lying there in the grass and he drapes his leg over mine and he starts feeling me up, especially my thighs. Then he slides his hand into my panties and starts feeling me up down there. I do remember after all these years thinking: This can't be happening!

I'm scared of course. I don't know what to do. I thought he would rap me in the face if I did anything. So he's rubbing me in my panties and I just lie there for something like 15 or 20 minutes, so scared. He was half draped over me, after all. When he started kissing on my neck that's when I abruptly pulled away. I remember it being repulsive because he smelled so bad of booze.

I remember saying something like I had to go and that my parents were probably out looking for me. I think I might have also said that my dad was a cop! I got out of there fast. Too fast for him to react, I suppose. I pretty much ran home, I was so scared.

I worried about that for some time. I would see that man in the neighborhood a few times and he did not react to me. Probably did not remember what went on that night. Then I never saw him again. He probably got arrested for something and sent away, I don't know.

I'm not sure how that incident affected me in the long term. I knew I was a sissy. I had just started dressing up with a sissy friend, as I have described. I had started shaving my legs. I am not a psychiatrist and I have never been to one, but did this incident lead me into being the very submissive person I would become? Did it make me want to be with guys? You read about case histories like this.

The way things unfolded in my junior and senior high school years and how I evolved into such a submissive sissy, really make me wonder.

So, did any of you who follow this blog have any incidents like that in your young life? How did it affect you, if it did? Please respond, I really would like to hear your story, as would others I am sure.


TO BE CONTINUED, REVISED, UPDATED, ETC.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

New feature in this blog!

So, after many years of running this blog, I have decided to change its direction. I would like to create a timeline of my life as a sissy, divided by age periods -- such as early years, teens, etc. And since I cannot possibly sit down and write the whole story at once, I will create the time periods and add to them as I think of things from my past. 

As always, followers are very welcome to comment on what I write and I know for sure that many will have experienced similar things. 

Please check in once in a while for updates, because I might think of things to add as they occur to me!

Monday, March 7, 2016

Why do you wear a bra?

Remember when you first starting
wearing a bra?
But why did you do it?
I was thinking today when I was putting on my bra that, geez, I have been wearing bras for a long time! Probably like you, starting as a young sissy!

But why?

I remember how when I was 12 or 13 that I saw my mother in her bra and panties and my two older sisters. Since by that point I already knew that I wanted to be like them, I of course had to try out such things for myself! With three females in the house I had access to their drawers and the laundry basket!

But why?

I guess I really don't remember why because that was such a long time ago, but since my sissyhood was coming out, it must have been the need to experiment. My mother and sisters wore bras and panties, so why not me? Funny though, my father hunted and I did not want to experiment with that!

Of course, after I started putting on bras and panties, especially the panties, I was hooked! Remember that feeling! The panties just said SISSY! And wearing them to school like the real girls! Such excitement!

But the need to wear a bra when it suited no purpose, well, I can't figure out why at that age. Did not do it a lot as I remember. 

By the time I got to high school, however, it became much more exciting! I was able to purchase my own bras and panties! Loved wearing a big sweater or sweatshirt to high school with a bra underneath!

So at that point, it was for the sexual thrill of it. But once I realized that I was going to be a crossdressing sissy T-girl for good, bras became just something that crossdressing sissy T-girls just wore. You took your shower in the morning, shaved your body, and put on your bra and panties and a sweet scent and off you went!

I don't remember exactly when but the sexual thrill no longer mattered. I became such a sissy T-girl that I would be a sissy T-girl nakie and not even crossdress. I could even wear male items and sill feel like a sissy T-girl! Bra and panties underneath, of course!

As an adult sissy T-girl, however, I need a bra to hold my breasts. I need a sports bra to flatten my breasts when I have to at work. I need a bra because I have nipples. Sometimes you have to hide them even if your breasts are not flattened. Putting on some sort of bra is just the same as putting on my panties each day.

But I also love bras as an article of closing. I just adore matching bra and panty sets! I have quite a nice collection!

So, what about you? What is your history of wearing bras? Why do you do it? For the thrill? For your breasts? Would love to hear from you. 

Going to post a poll for those who look in here but don't like to write.

Throughout your life as a sissy T-girl, what derogatory name have you been called the most?

Why do your wear bras? Or not?

Ever pilfer panties from a girl's drawer, clothesline or laundry, etc?,

How do you wear your pantyhose?

As a young sissy, did you look at naked men in locker rooms?

Did you ever raid a clothesline for bras or panties?

Do you hate getting erections?

Do you want to have your penis removed?

Do you take female hormones to be more girlie?

What is your mental state as a T-girl who wishes they were a girl?

Do you tuck away your sissy clitty to pretend you are a girl?

Do you wear a bra on a daily basis?

As a t-girl, what do you shave? (Pick closest choice)

What is your favorite lingerie?

You have always wanted one, but what would you call it?

Did you have a crush on a boy when you were in high school?

When you see a gorgeous girl, do you want to:

At this exact second, what are you wearing?

Do you use feminine protection?

Who was the first female you envied and wanted to be like?

Growing up, did you place dress-up with a sissy friend?

Did you play with dolls like Barbie and Tammy as a young sissy?