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Friday, September 16, 2011

Trying to remember my sissiness!

Many of us started young like this!
Do you remember any of the first signs that you were a sissy, or girlie, or different?

I know that by the age of 12 I was dressing up and playing house with a sissy friend but things actually started even before that as far as my yearnings and some of the things that I did.

For instance, my mother still brings up the fact that as a young kid I always wanted to take my clothes off! She tells people that in front of me! I do remember that I would do that and wrap myself in a blanket like it was a dress. I remember that I had a robe that I liked to wear with nothing underneath instead of pajamas.

I know that I stuck to my mother as well as my aunts and other neighbor ladies who lived nearby. I know that I played dolls and "house" with my sisters instead of the other little boys. I really remember that my father wanted nothing to do with me. And neither did my uncles who were nearby.

In the early grades of school, I remember that my best friends were the girls and not the boys. The boys didn't include me. I remember that I would be picked nearly last for teams during recess. There were a number of us sissy or girlie boys, so sometimes one would get picked ever after me!

I remember -- and my mother reminds me of this too! -- that I used to get upset and cry a lot. Boys would be mean to me and I would cry like a girl.

So it is really no wonder that I ended up the way I did -- wanting to have breasts and a pussy and a nice girlie body. And always feeling submissive and wanting to go girlie things.

I am a prime example that we are born the way we are. I know I never sat there and thought it over and decided one day:

"Gee, I want to be girlie for the rest of my life and put up with all of the hassles that go along with it. Instead of being a normal boy like the other normal boys, I want to act like a pussy because I wish I had a pussy!"

Who in their right mind would make a decision to do that! I did not make any decisions, I did what came naturally, even at such a young age.

Do you remember the earliest signs that you were different?

7 comments:

bambie said...

Seems everything began to happen when i was nine years old. All my 'boy'friends like to look at naked girlie pics. i loved looking at naked men. i loved watching the boys play with themself. So I thought i was gay. Then when my sister started dressing me up in her panties and bra, it would get me excited. All my real friends were girls and even today i love being around women and not men. i tried to fit in with boys and men but i just don't know what they talk about: Fantasy football. I like fantasy but it doesn't have to do with the game but with the players. Other topics are cars, sports, and talking about women in a demeaning way. i cannot do that.
i love being a girl and being called a girl.

Anonymous said...

When I think back, there was still a great deal of denial on my part even though it was obvious to many that I was truly a sissy. At 11 years old, I began to sneak into my aunt's house and dress up in her clothes while she was at work. This was confusing to me because I still thought that I was sexually attracted to women and when I started dating girls I would grow out of this. However, my first experiences with masterbation were always stimulated by the thought of being turned into a girl by my female relatives.
Even at an earlier age, I remember how overprotective my mother and aunts were. They kept me away from rough sports and didn't allow me to get dirty. At first I resented this, but even when I would get an opportunity to engage in these boy activities it never ended well and many times I went home crying. It seems as though I was never included in the hunting, camping, and fishing trips with the men in our family. At times, I thought I should be participating in this, but somehow my mother and aunts intuitively knew that this wasn't right for me.
Although I thought that I wanted to do this I was much happier shopping with my aunts and playing dolls with my female cousins.

I wasn't aware that I was overtly effeminate at that time,but the one obvious thing that made me always feel less male was my tiny little peepee. Even before puberty, I remember my aunts quietly discussing how small I was and half joking that they thought I was a girl when I was born. Even when I should have been reaching puberty, it seems as though I had not grown at all. I was tiny compared to the boys my age and even smaller than little boys I had seen. I felt so much like a girl, but was ashamed of it at the time.

By this time I made it a point to get out of gym class for fear of being teased unmercifully by high school boys who were already calling me names like pussy, homo, and faggot. Although I wanted to date girls, most of the ones that I was popular with didn't want to get romantically involved with me. At the time, I couldn't understand it because they all seemed to like being around me. However, even when I did get a date, I somehow never allowed it to go far for fear of the shame I would feel if it got sexual and somehow I truly knew that I couldn't pleasure them like other boys did.
By the time high school was over and I was still a virgin it should have been obvious to me the course I would ultimately pursue. However, others saw signs of it right from the beginning.
Unfortunately, it took me longer than it should have to accept myself and enjoy being the effeminate sissy girl that I will always be.

Joy S.

Stevie Stevens said...

Oh boy, Bambie and Joy! Your stories sound so familiar and I bet for many of us! Especially the parts about not fitting in with boys and men and I can also really relate with the tiny penis and being called a pussy by the boys.

fjschmi said...

I wanted to be like my mom, Jackie Kennedy, and Sister Anastasia-Marie (my blanket was my veil) back went I was ten!

I, too, thought I'd outgrow it, but I really never have. Although I've never owned a piece of female attire (would have risked life and limb back in the '60s to even try), I've always been a woman deep down and I gradually grew to accept that immutable fact.

Way too old to change now, but sincerely hope that things can be different for future generations of young sissies.

myinnersuzi said...

I remember as a small kid, maybe 5 or 6 my mom would laugh because when we went grocery shopping, i would run ahead of her in the bath products aisle and smell all the pretty soaps. i used to adore taking 'secret' baths in her Calgon and bath oils, but was deathly afraid of being caught. In the seventh grade i also stole a lipstick from my older, (and very pretty) cousin and tried it on a couple of times before throwing it away from guilt and fear of being caught.
Before i knew what sex was, i had recurring dreams where a group of women in a van, (it was the 70's) wold kidknap me from the end of my street and take me to their secret Batman-type cave where they stripped me and dipped me in hige vats of lotions and put nail polish on me and perfume and makeup. These dreams were so lovely and i woudl wake up with such a nice feeling, but it woudl soon turn to guilt.

I used to steal my mom's women's magazines like Ladies Home Journal and read them in my bed, lingering over the perfume and lipstick ads.

i did and still do like girls and dated but remained a virgin unti i was 27 and married, never telling anyone about that.
i was raised catholic and in a VERY conservative family, so i never had the courage to tell my mom or anyone else about my feminine feelings, so to this day, (am 45) i still do all my girly fun in private. Wish society wasn't so judgemental.

Lilith said...

Great stories, girls, and beautiful pictures, you're an inspiration to every feminine boy, and there are many. I'm a mother of two boys who are being feminized and i can only hope they will grow up to be beautiful young woman as you are. They are two young now, unfortunately, to read your blogs but, even though Lori and Catherine are just elementary school girls, they are progressing nicely toward full feminization. All the best to you, love the website.

One of your many fans said...

"I am a prime example that we are born the way we are."

Interesting perspective, Stevie. I think in my particular case it was more nurture than nature (although the older I get the less willing I am to bet the farm on that!). Regarding this, I left a lengthy comment on your "Mother had a big impression on me" post.

In elementary school I would have liked to have played tackle football with the guys during recess but rightly feared the wrath of mom should I come home with a mussed-up hairdo she'd so painstakingly constructed, so rope-skipping and hopscotch with the girls was as far as I dared go. (Basically, the more I mussed up my hair, the girlier she'd make it the next day. She volunteered extensively at the school so I think they were more lenient with what she did to me than they may have been with a different mother).

I got very proficient with hair, and I rapidly become known as the top braid expert among my female classmates. They were great; they thought it was neat that a boy could be so good at a skill-set like that, though they (and our teachers) couldn't help but giggle just a bit. The boys (JERKS!) were a wholly different matter :(

I'm sure that my continual contrasting of the niceness (and maturity) of the girls vs. the boys at that age had some influence on attracting me into their orbit ... although at later ages I found out that girls could certainly be mean too! :(

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?