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Friday, July 22, 2011

A serious note

Every once in a while I think about this. I guess it had some effect on my life but I am not really sure.

When I was a young sissy, starting when I was maybe 11 or 12, I was allowed to walk across town from my neighborhood to the downtown shopping district. I was even allowed to do so by myself, which was pretty amazing considering all the bad things that might have happened. Most of the time you had a partner with you, but sometimes you had to meet somebody and went off on your own.

One night I was walking back home across this bridge and a man from the neighborhood was coming towards me. I knew this man and I knew where he lived. I would see him around all the time. When he said hello to me I thought nothing of it and he chatted me up a little bit. What we talked about I have long ago forgotten and when I started on my way he walked along with me and we kept talking about whatever. What was funny was at that point he had been walking in the other direction.

So he walked with me. I was still pretty far from home.  I began to take my usual shortcut route through some back yards and he stayed with me. At one point he said let's stop for a little bit so we did. I remember sitting on the grass in someone's back yard and he sat right there with me. And close to me. I remember that he smelled of booze. And I remember that he touched me on the arms and legs. I was wearing my usual girlie clothes of short shorts and a tank top and flip flips with panties underneath. I probably had started to shave my legs about that time too.

What I have never been able to recall is why I stayed there sitting with him longer than I should have. About this same time I had been playing house with my sissy friend Timmy and there was at that time no doubt what a sissy I was. But I really had never had any thoughts of being around a man at that age. Never occurred to me. Timmy and I would dress up and prance around as sissies.

So I'm sitting there with this man and then we are lying in the grass and he caressed my arms and legs. Then he put his hand down my shorts and into my panties (well, probably my sister's) and started playing with me. I remember it all being surreal and not knowing what to do. This went on for what seemed like a long time but I bet it was 15 minutes. What got me out of there was he tried to pull down my shorts and panties. I panicked at that point and got out of there. remember saying something like my parents were probably out looking for me and would look about where we were.

I remember how I hustled home, almost ran and was pretty much in tears all the way. I thought about it all night and I was pretty upset. What if I ran into that man again? Should I tell on him? What if I tell on him and he gets mad? I just did not know what to do. Then after a number of days I remember feeling guilty about getting myself in that situation to begin with.

Over the next several months and year I kept thinking about it. And as I have written about before, at this same time Timmy and I were playing house and eventually invited some other boys to join us and we began giving them sissy favors. I'd keep thinking about this man and why I did not get out of there fast. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized this: I liked it! I was a sissy and I was born to be with guys and be nice to them. I began thinking and dreaming about being with that man and being his sissy and giving him sissy favors like Timmy and I were giving to our boyfriends. I wanted him to hold me and caress and kiss like we were headed that night and I abruptly ran away from. I quit having any thoughts of telling on that man. Time had passed anyway, but I no longer faulted him for anything. I was quite mixed up as you can probably understand as a fellow sissy.


I would go by that man's house and I found out he was married to a pretty lady. He was just drunk when he sat and walked with me, I figured. I never had any contact with him, ever. But I thought about him and I began to think about strong men in general at that point. I would eye up strong men at the pool changing room and think about being in their arms. Did that man do that to me? Probably not. I was born a sissy and he probably was the spark that really got me into thinking about men and I just happened to be at the right age to do so.

Well, there is a serious story for you, as best as I can remember. The funny thing is that every once in a while it pops into my head and maybe another long-lost detail comes back to me.

I posted it to see if maybe I am not alone. Did anyone else who looks in here have such an experience as a young sissy? 

5 comments:

Billie said...

I honestly don't consider myself a sissy, I'm more a T-girl. While our ages were similar, my situation with a man was very different.

Stevie Stevens said...

Well, Billie! What was your situation?

Karen said...

Not as young as you were, I was largely in denial, and when I got a gf that I fucked regularly, I became convinced I was a regular straight guy. But one day, while I was on my way to see my gf, a stranger in public transportation he began fondling my cock (through my pants), he started by just barely brushing past the front of my pants, to test my reaction imagine; I could've pulled away but I reacted by freezing in place and getting really hard. It shocked me and aroused me hugely, and I imagined myself getting on my knees and sucking him. If he had whispered to me about going to a hotel there's no doubt I would've said yes - I wonder, if he'd known he could have fucked my virgin teenage boycunt just by asking, if he'd gone ahead. What really turned me on wasn't simply being fondled - it was that he hadn't asked for permission, that I was being treated like a piece of meat. I fantasize sometimes that he held me by the hand and pulled me away and we went to a cheap sleazy hotel or, better yet, that he offered me money, the less, the better. I imagine the receptionist looking at us in disgust, I imagine myself being led by the hand to the room to be turned from a girl-fucking guy into a cock-sucking, anal-receiving whore, getting my anal cherry popped doggystyle while being called a slut and a whore, that he wouldn't believe I was a virgin until his cock felt how tight my ass was. Instead I met with my gf as if nothing had happened. But after that, what really aroused me about fucking her was imagining I was the one getting cock in her pussy.

bambie said...

My friends and i would gather in my finished basement and the oldest guy would bring along magazines. The guys would look at the naked ladies. I had a magazine that was about nudists and i would get off looking at naked guys. I passed all the naked ladies in the books and would drool over the bodies of men. I was nine at the time and realized that i was a sissy. My dad would call me that a few years later and i enjoyed hearing it but hated it when he said it in front of my friends. Even though they received lots of sissy favors from me.
One time we all went on company bus trip of my best friends uncle's company. He had us sitting together in the back of the bus. He had me sit with him and he pulled out his cock right there in the bus, in the back, and no one could see it except me. I started drooling. His cock was big and beautiful. When we go to the amusement park, everyone went in groups except for him and me. he took me to off the beaten paths and had me show him my panties. Then he had me touch him and kiss him. We spent quite some time together that the other kids were looking for me. i never did get to go on rides. It was time to go before they found us. He told me that his nephews told him i was a sissy and sucked their cocks so he wanted me to suck his. I did and kept doing it for many years later. He would buy me panties and give them to me if I have him some sissy attention.
When i was 28 and had my first female, then married, He gave me a bachelor party. It was very untraditional.

Stevie Stevens said...

Wow Bambi, what a story! I know I would have been drooling too, but I also know that I would have been so scared to do what you did!

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?