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?

Friday, May 28, 2010

Did you play with dolls?

When you read stories about T-girls and sissies they almost always say things like their dads were not a presence in the lives, they had older sisters that they envied, they didn't fit in with the other kids, they were slight of build and weak -- and also that they played with dolls.

I don't remember a lot of things about grade school, not a lot of specific things anyway. (I was trying to remember a certain teacher the other day but could not, so I'll have to ask my mom. And I was looking at a class picture from grade school and could not remember half the kids.) But I do remember that I was more like the girls than the boys, that I had more friends that were girls than boys, that I wanted to spend time with my female relatives and not my male ones.

Before sixth grade or age 12, I don't remember wearing girls clothes or even wanting to wear them. That's when that yearning kicked in for me. But one thing that I do remember is how I wanted to play with dolls. My sisters had them and they had plenty so there was always one for me. They had Barbies, which were their favorites, and they had Tammy, which was a distant second to Barbie in popularity when I was a kid in the 60s. So while they played with the Barbies, I got to play with Tammy. I don't remember my sisters expressing any disdain for my playing with dolls. Neither did my mom. I don't think my dad knew or cared, unless my mom told him.

So I played with Tammy with the my sisters and played with her a lot by myself. I couldn't wait to get home from school to play with her. I loved to undress her and dress her over and over. And of course she was the same size as Barbie. So just as I was soon to do with my one sister, Tammy borrowed Barbie's clothes.

While the normal boys were playing with GI Joe, I had my Tammy doll. I remember that we had that Tammy box that is pictured above.  I don't remember that small doll, but I suspect it was Tammy's little sister. Wish I could find a Tammy doll for old times' sake.

If you played with dolls -- and I am pretty sure you did if you are reading this --  please tells us about here.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

I must seem like such a weakling!

Today I was out doing some grocery shopping. I was dressed pretty much like Hazel (on the left) is in the photo -- tank top, shorts and flip flops and shaved legs, of course -- but I was in sissy boy mode.

I needed some mulch to put around my flower beds so I pulled into a convenience store that advertised 4 bags for $10.99. I went in and paid and the clerk, a pretty tall blond girl, asked me if I needed any help loading the mulch. Now, if you've never bought mulch before, the bags are sort of bulky, but they don't weigh anything at all. Still, the girl's first impression was that I would need help placing the bags in my trunk.

I guess I am pretty weak though. I had to buy some water softener salt several days earlier. They come in 80-pound bags and 40-pound bags. I don't even go near the 80-pound bags. There is no possible way I could carry that. I struggled with the 40-pound bags. I strained my wrists as I wrestled with them trying to get them from my car to the house.

Also recently, I went to buy a 100-pound tub of swimming pool chlorine. There is no way in the world I could possible lift that. The guy from the pool store brought it out to my van with a dolly and lifted it into the back. (I enjoyed watching him show his strength, by the way! He was nicely built!)

Now the problem was what to do with the chlorine when I got it back to my house. I couldn't lift it out the hole in the back of the van. So a neighborhood kid was coming by and I offered him 5 bucks if he would just carry the tub of chlorine to behind my house. I bet the next day he went around telling his friends at school how he had to bail out a weak sissy neighbor.

But I get that a lot when I buy a big or heavy item. I guess you would expect men to offer to help, but when a young lady thinks that you need  help carrying something, well, the makes you feel pretty weak, doesn't it?

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Male Femininity & Gender Role Reversal blog

There is a great blog produced by Patti called Male Femininity & Gender Role Reversal that I always love to read.I totally believe in that concept, of course! It's in my blog list and I always look forward to it. So check it out!

I don't know about you but I believe that if women were dominant and men were submissive that the world would be a much better place. Look how much the men have messed things up. It could not be any worse with the women in charge and I think it would be a lot better.

Think of how things would change if males were feminized. There might be fewer wars and less road rage and even fewer hockey fights! There would not be a steroid problem because we would all be on estrogen. Heck, there might even be a black market for female hormones because most of us would become estrogen addicts!

But I enjoy Patti's comments and her photos. She posted the photo at right on Monday. That's a beautiful sissy named Chrissy. I cannot see how Chrissy could look any better in male mode than she does in sissy mode. Just gorgeous!



But as I mentioned in some of my previous posts, wouldn't it be great for us T-girls to be able to go to school like that. In that short dress. Just like the real girls do. That pretty pink dress could be worn to a dance and maybe even to a prom if you added some accessories.

Those other two photos are also from Patti's blog. Again, how could either of those T-girls look any better in male mode? There is no way. They are perfect as girls!

Keep up the good work, Patti! Love your philosophy and your great pictures. Thanks for letting me borrow a few! Everyone else: you must check out Patti's blog if you really are a Guy Who Wishes to Be a Girl!

Monday, May 24, 2010

Polls

Just wanted to comment on my two polls.

Starting with the second one: I am sort of surprised that 12 percent would rather DO the gorgeous girl than BE the gorgeous girl.  I thought it would be somewhat lower. That's because if you didn't want to be a girl -- as in the blog title -- you probably would not have stopped to read this blog in the first place

I personally would want to BE the girl and if I was going to be able DO any other gorgeous girl, it would be as a lesbian not as the feeble male that I am.

On the first poll, I am very surprised that just less than half of us are taking female hormones. I would have thought it would be must less than that because you have to be pretty serious about wanting to be feminine before you decide to take estrogen or other female hormones. So it shows me that many readers of this blog are serious about their desire to be feminine.


I'm thinking about another poll question and will post one soon.

(Picture from The Transgender Guide of three stages of breast development.)

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Prom season

Well another prom season is here. I enjoy seeing the pretty girls in their beautiful gowns when they show them in the newspaper. Our local paper runs all the area high school's prom courts. In fact, since grade school I have envied those girls!

It sucks that we couldn't go to a prom like that. Even today sissies try it -- with little or no success. But wouldn't it be nice for sissies to be able to wear a dress like the one pictured to their proms! All nice and shaved smooth all over and their hair and nails done and smelling great!. I would have loved to have gone to my prom like the girl pictured. But of course the bully boys would have killed me even if the school administrators would have allowed it. Which wasn't about to happen.

I didn't even go to my prom -- in any form. What girl was going to go with me? What guy? Everyone said I should go anyways, but I did not feel like doing that. But I did go over and see one girl off. I was her sissy friend. She looked so pretty and her boyfriend came to pick her up and gave her a corsage and off they went.

I went home and cried because I was sad that I was missing out on that because I was not a real girl and that that moment was now lost in time. But then a boy called me and said he had an extra baseball ticket, a box seat, so I went to the ballgame.

UPDATE 5/23/10: Found these two bottom pictures from a ladyboy pageant, but don't you think they would look lovely going to a prom and wouldn't you have wanted to go to your prom like that. I know I would have!

I really, really like that top yellow gown! If sissies could go to their proms that is what I would want to wear!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

When you see a gorgeous girl

I  put up another poll question. The results will probably be very obvious if you are even reading this blog. But you never know. Some T-girls would want to have sex with the girl even though I would think the vast majority of us would want to BE the girl.

I had great trouble with this in junior and senior high school. There must not have been much of a dress code back in the '70s because girls would wear very short dresses to school. Just like Amanda Bynes, at right. Lots of pretty legs to see. Pretty legs that I wanted to have and display just like them. I think schools have much stricter dress codes today as far as shortness of dresses and skirts.


I tried to be a normal kid and even "liked" some of the pretty girls in junior and senior high school. But, being a sissy, they pretty much just wanted to be my friend and date the macho boys. Still, I was happy they wanted me as a friend or else I would have been even more depressed. So, that being the situation, I kept falling back into wanting to be a girl and yearning to be a particular pretty or popular girl in school.


To make things tougher, I had a sister in the grade above me who was extremely pretty and extremely popular and all the cutest guys wanted to be with her. She had everything that I wanted -- and couldn't have. It even got to the point that I did not have my own identity, but was known as "her brother."


I know that if you are reading this you and you were a sissy growing up that you can probably identify with this.

So I had to be content with "playing house" with my sissy friend, dressing up in my sister's hand-me-down short dresses and messing around with a couple of boys who come around to join us and get a BJ from us.

UPDATE 5/19/2010: I added a photo of Hilda in a dress similar to what my sister wore and was handed down to me.  (I still can't believe what girls got away with back in the 70s!) My sister actually did give me clothes that she no longer wanted. And what was great was she was a year older and but since I was a sissy boy I was actually close to her size: in dresses, bras, panties, bathing suits. Not shoes though, I had to find my own shoes.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Great shirt!




But would you be brave enough to wear it in public like this T-girl? Have you ever worn a similar shirt that maybe says you are a sissy or that you are owned by someone? I see them for sale on the Internet.

I have T-shirts that are pink and are actually from various breast cancer awareness events. I get looks and sneers and comments from the macho bully guys for wearing them. Especially when I am wearing a pair of short shorts.

UPDATE 5/20/2010: Found another shirt that even goes a step further! It's from Fifi's blog. Wow, Fifi! Wonder if she wears that in public!

UPDATE 5/22/2010: Upon further searching, I guess GGs like to wear this type of shirt too!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

The lovely Kate Hudson!


Saw these great pictures in Harper's Bazaar. Kate Hudson is a real beauty! Just look at those sexy legs! Wouldn't it be great to be a stunning woman like that, be a mom and have a wonderful little boy like that! She is so lucky!

It would be so wonderful if we sissies could dress up in short dresses like that and take our boys to buy some flowers.

By the way, I just watched her movie "Bride Wars" with Anne Hathaway. Very funny movie. Especially if you like chick flicks, which of course I do and probably all sissies do. Some of those movies, even if they are not sad, but just heartwarming, make me sit there and cry and if I am with someone else I really get embarrassed. It's really embarrassing to cry in a movie theater!

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?