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?

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Playing with the hula hoops with the girls!

When I was a young teen sissy I would play with hula hoops with the neighborhood girls and other sissies for hours!

While the boys were playing ball the girls and the sissies -- when they were not watching the boys! -- would be playing with hula hoops and jumping rope a lot.

I actually was quite good with the hula hoop! Not so good jumping rope! It was like I had three feet!

But we sissies really enjoyed doing things with the girls! And that included talking about boys we liked! A lot of times after playing with hula hoops and jumping rope, we sissies would be invited over to a girl's house to listen to music or just talk.

The only bad thing that I remember from this is that some of the mean boys would come around and, seeing us sissies playing with the girls, would call us fairies and faggots and cunts and such. That was tough, but our girl friends would tell them to knock it off.

But overall it was an enjoyable time. I did not have a lot of regular friends besides the other sissies and the girls who accepted us, so I really appreciated these times with the girls.

What about you? Every try the hula hoop or jump rope? Did you do it with the girls or other sissies? Tell us about your memories of doing such things or other things with the girl!

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Pregnancy frustration!

Ever since I was a young
sissy I have wished I
could be like this! But
it has been just another
frustration out of many
for we who are transgender.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Learning from mother in the bathroom!

OK, so that top photo never ever happened with me! I never spent one second in the bathroom with my father doing "guy things." He did not even show me how to shave when that time came.

However, I spent a lot of time in the bathroom with my mother! Many times I would just be sitting there like this boy in the photo talking to her while she showered. 

Of course, I saw everything about her because she did not hide it. Her beautiful breasts. Her smooth body. Her patch of pubie hair! She became my idol! I saw her pregnant naked body when my little brother came along when I was 8. Such envy!

By the time I was a teen I watched her shaving her legs and learned how to do that from her! I watched how she put on her lipstick and makeup and how she did her hair and eyebrows and eyelashes! I grew to love perfume because of her and often borrowed some! And I saw her in her lingerie and I attribute that to my first yearnings to also wear it!

I know in my teen years I wanted to be a teen girl like my sister and the girls at school, but my first love of femininity came from watching my mother! 

What about you? As a young sissy, did you spend time with your mother in the bathroom and learned feminine things from her?



Monday, April 20, 2015

Just like my sister's dressing table!

Here is another cartoon where I have
to mention my sister! She had a little
dressing table like this one and when
she was not at home I would play
in her bras and panties and hose and
experiment with her makeup! I got
very good at that and also practiced
with my sissy best friend.

It was a great time except for when
I would hear the front door open
and had to run to the bathroom to get
out of those undies and wash
that makeup off my face!

Friday, April 3, 2015

I needed a man to change my tire!

I felt like this as the AAA guy
changed my tire!
Recently I had a flat tire and that really made for a sucky day!

Fortunately I was in a convenience store parking lot and enjoyed a cup of coffee while I waited for a tow truck from AAA to come and change my tire. Almost three hours! Luckily, the store had wi-fi!

Anyway, you may ask, why didn't you just change the tire yourself and not waste three hours waiting?

Obvious answer: I am such a sissy that I cannot change a tire! I never learned how to! I know about housework and baking and buying lingerie and how to get a guy or gal off with my mouth, but not too much about cars!

So, I have always been a AAA member and this was not the first time I have had to call them to have a tire changed or for a jump start.

So I waited. Then the tow truck pulls up and a big black guy comes to me to change the tire. I know he must have been thinking: "What a fag, cannot even change a tire!" Well, that is something I cannot dispute! 

I waited almost three hours and the guy changes the tire in probably 10 minutes as I looked on like the girl in the above photo! 

Turns out the tire valve was bad and I had to take it to the tire shop and have them replace it and put the tire back on the car for me. I always get looks from the workers when I am sitting in a tire or auto shop waiting room for simple car repairs. Could be my tight girlie jeans or most likely my breasts I would think!

But my question for you is: Can you do things like change a tire or do you have to rely on a real man to do it for you like I do?


I am so weak, what about you?

The other day I went to the hardware store to buy a furnace filter. I have no idea about such things. That is a manly thing, like car stuff. But I did have the presence of mind to save the flap from the box from the last time I bought one. So I got the man at the store to help me find it.

He asked if I needed anything else and I said I probably needed a bag of salt for the water softener. After I paid and went to grab the salt I found I had trouble lifting it. It was only a 40-pound bag. So the man had to come over and help me get it into the back of my van. I was not overly embarrassed because that happens to me all the time. (One time I purchased a 100-pound tub of chlorine and I could not even begin to budge it! The man at the pool store put it in my van and I had to get a kid across the road to get it out for me and carry it to the back of the house!) But I can imagine how the man went back into the store and shared with a laugh my plight with the other actual men in the store.

So I take the salt home and can barely get it out of the van. Luckily, I had a dolly to get it into the house. Now, I have to lift it to pour it into the water softener. I used all my strength to lift it the four feet or so. It said it was an "easy-opening bag," but I had trouble ripping it open.

Oh well. I have always had skinny girlie arms and weak wrists. I was among the sissies in gym class who could not climb the rope or do a pullup. I could not play the boy sports, but instead played tennis and swam and ran. My arms have never changed through the years and if anything have gotten even weaker.

Update April 2015: I continue to lose muscle mass from taking female hormones but I guess you probably understand how great I think that is! Besides my arms, my legs are especially girlie now. But I have always had sexy girlie legs, even if I do say so myself!

I always have to buy that salt for the water softener and it is a constant struggle to carry and lift even a 40-pound bag of it! I know that is the extend of what I can lift because I barely manage to do it!

What about you? Would you rather be a weak sissy or would you rather be strong like a real guy? I do actually admire those strong female athletes, but I would rather be build like a Playmate or a Victoria's Secret model than, say, one of the Williams sisters.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Prancing around in sister's clothes!

I love this caption!
This was definitely how I was when I
was a young sissy of age 12 or 13!
Having a sister just a year older
was a dream come true for a
young sissy girl! I had access
to not only dresses, but bras and
panties and so many sweet
other things!

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?