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, July 27, 2011

"Excuse me, ma'am"

I had the occasion to be on the campus of a big university yesterday. I was dressed in short denim shorts and a tank top, sort of like the girls pictured here. I was also wearing flip-flops and I had my denim purse.Even the sunglasses.  I got some of the usual looks, some stares, but no comments from anyone. The neat thing was that there were many real girls walking around pretty much like this girl wanna-be!

But the funny thing that I wanted to mention happened coming out of a restaurant. I paid and headed for the door and this young girl -- maybe 5 or 6 -- cut me off and I had to abruptly stop so I would not step on her. Her mother, seeing this, says "Say excuse me!" So the little girl says, "Excuse me, ma'am." The mother says, "I don't think that's a ma'am, say excuse me sir," The little girl responds again, "Excuse me, ma'am." The mother grabbed her by the arm and whispered something to her!

I laughed to myself on the way out to the car. But I could see the little girl's confusion. I had on short shorts like her mother. I had shaved legs like her mother. I had little titties showing, not like her mother's bigger ones but titties nonetheless. I had a purse like her mother. Oh, and I wear a woman's watch, but I bet she did not see that. But I was in boy mode from the neck up -- no wig or makeup -- so I can see why the little girl was confused.

Have you ever had an incident like that happen to you? That was not even the first time for me. But what you see these girls wearing in these pictures is pretty much all I wearing throughout the summer. And I have my denim purse that I really cannot do without. Anyone else like me out there?

Monday, July 25, 2011

Sissy or T-girl?

Was this you at some point!
Billie wrote in a recent response that she considered herself a T-girl and not a sissy.  Is there a difference? Are they one in the same?

 A lot of times a sissy is considered to be a boy who just ACTS like a girl but still tries to be a real boy and just can't help it because he was born that way. And a lot of times a T-girl is considered to be a boy who wants to either BE a girl or carry on as a girl in dress and actions. Do you agree with me so far?

I would have to say I have been both. When I was very young, I did not know what it meant to be a T-girl. How could I; I have never been exposed to such a thing. I do remember what a sissy I was in grade school, but I never tried to act like a girl at that point. I was just weaker and meeker than the other boys at that point and that is all I remember. There were other sissies in school. Did they all later want to be girls or were they just sissy boys?

Starting around 6th or 7th grade though, I discovered that I envied girls, at first with the way they dressed in their pretty clothes. I really envied my sister, who is a year older than me. Conveniently, I had her clothes to borrow! I started "playing house" with another sissy, dressing up at every opportunity. Not long after two other boys joined us and we gave them sissy favors if you know what I mean. So now, what was I: sissy, T-girl, bi, gay? All of the above?

This went on for years and then I evolved into just being plain girlie and submissive, but to assertive women! So I have been all over the place I guess! What about you? Do you consider yourself to be a sissy or a T-girl or do you place yourself in both categories or some other one?

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? 

Monday, July 18, 2011

Spending time sunbathing like a girl!

I'm still here. I just can't justify sitting at a computer messing around when I could be sunbathing around our pool. So I've pretty much just been checking my e-mails.

But speaking of sunbathing, I want to talk about how it was for me growing up alongside my sunbathing blond neighbor. She was about 10 years older than me, so when I was a 10-year-old sissy she was 20. And extremely blond and extremely beautiful and extremely built!

They had a pool in their back yard and she would sunbathe next to it. Whenever she had some privacy -- or at least thought she did -- off came at least her bikini top and quite often her bikini bottom as well.

How do I know this? Well, they had a privacy fence around their yard, but if I went to the third story of our house I could see into their pool area and see this beautiful blond neighbor sunbathing.

Was I being a creeper? I don't think so. I wasn't lusting after her -- I was envying her! I was just starting to realize that that was what I wanted to be like! I would fall asleep at night thinking about being like the neighbor girl! And these cute guys were always coming around to see her, including this very cute sailor who I had a crush on! And he was getting to touch what I was looking at! I wanted him to be touching me!

Anyway, I still think of this neighbor girl! I love to sunbathe nakey like she did, although my mistress lectures me about getting to much sun!

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?