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:

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, August 31, 2011

Football season is here -- and cheerleaders!

My idols are the cheerleaders, not the players!
Well, another football season is upon us and you know what that means! Cheerleaders!

Sure, I like watching the games. Even though I could never play football like the real boys growing up. I don't have a wide interest in football but I will watch the local teams on TV.

My interest always was in the cheerleaders! I can remember that ever since I started going to watch my local high school team play when I was about 10 years old that I was drawn more to the cheerleaders! They would come up close to the railing in front of the stands at the stadium and the girls and the sissy boys like me would gather there and cheer along with them.

What I always wanted to be!
When I see high school and college cheerleaders nowadays they look so young but when I was a young sissy, they looked so much more mature! And they were my idols! I wished so hard that I could be in their place! Their sweet faces, their smooth legs, their confidence, their uniforms -- those were all things that I wished I had.

And later, I envied them because the hottest boys would come around them and I knew they were making out with them, something I wished I could do!

I had mixed feelings in high school and college. There were a number of cheerleaders who were my friends. I of course valued their friendship because they wanted to be around a sissy like me, but it hurt so much that I could not be like them. Well, it was just more of the heartbreak that we have to live with as T-girls.

Friday, August 19, 2011

I amazed myself!

I wish this were my mechanic!
I did an astounding thing the other day! Well at least for me anyway! I changed a headlight bulb in my car!

I was so afraid to do it too! I thought, first of all, I couldn't figure out how to do it. Then I figured I would mess something up! I did change an air filter one time though. Unscrewed the top and changed it and screwed it back on. And screwed it back on too.

So the man at the auto parts store told me to make sure I did not touch the glass part of the bulb. He didn't say what would happen, just that it would be bad. So I had to worry about that too!

Well, everything turned out find and the bulb even worked when I tested my work! I did get my hands really greasy while unhooking behind the bulb and hooking it back up again.

But I had this great feeling of accomplishment! I don't know anything about cars -- except how to put the gas in! Pretty much all the time I have to take my car somewhere or have someone I know come over and help me with something, even like changing a wiper blade.

But I know about cooking and baking and cleaning. I know about bras and panties and garter belts and hose! I know what a good outfit looks like! I know how to shave my legs properly and put on nail polish! Oh, and lipstick and makeup too! And well, just all kinds of girlie stuff!

The point is: I know about girlie things much more than I know about manly things! Pretty much always have! What about you? Do you know about and are able to do manly things? Or do you know more about sissy and girlie and womanly and feminine things and are able to do those things better?

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Enjoying my mom's bridal lingerie

Well, I have to confess this and I bet some of you out there probably did the same thing. If so, please respond and let us know!

When I was 12 or so, I found the box that held my mother's lingerie from her wedding day. Now, I had seen the stuff in the Penney's catalog and envied the girls in the pictures, so finding this stash was like finding gold for a young sissy, and I'm sure you know what I mean!

The wedding dress was there too, in a special container. So I did not dare touch that. Only the lingerie, which was just in a box that slid under my mom's bed. So at the first opportunity I went back to it and dressed up like the girls in the pictures I found and posted here.

What a delightful, exciting, confusing and scary time for a young sissy. I know at that point I did not understand the feelings that were going through me. Why was I not like the other boys? Why did I have feelings that I wanted to be like the girls instead? Why did I want to be like my mom and two older sisters and not my dad.

But anyway, back to the story at hand: I dressed up in my mother's wedding lingerie at every opportunity I had when the house was empty. I can't remember exactly what the items looked like, but similar to the outfits pictured here, there was the corset or bustier, with garters of course. And white stockings.

And then I got brave and started to take the lingerie out of the house and up to my friend Timmy's where we played dress-up together when his house was empty. Timmy would gather up his mom's lingerie items. We would dress up and parade around and cuddle and kiss and giggle!

Then we made sure everything got put back in its proper place! I have always wondered if my mom noticed that her wedding lingerie had been moved or was missing for a while and put back! My sisters knew I was getting into their stuff. I mean it wasn't like my mom didn't realize what a sissy I was.

I have my own wedding lingerie today. Not a gown though. That would be really nice! But I love my bustier with garters and white thigh highs and I have white shoes to match. Oh, and I have a bridal veil like in one the photos above and at right.

What a great memory! Did anyone else get into their mother's wedding lingerie like I did?

Friday, August 12, 2011

A constant reminder

This is what my male relatives must think of me!
The other day I went to a family picnic. I was helping the women prepare the food and get the tables ready for the men, who were playing horseshoes and drinking beer.

At one point I was asked to carry over a pack of bottled water to put on ice in a cooler. It was a 35 pack in shrink wrap so it was pretty bulking and, to me at least, pretty heavy. One of the men, a cousin, saw me struggling with it and made a comment about how weak I must be. The other men all laughed. He then pinched my upper arm and remarked about what skinny arms I have. The men laughed again. He told me to get back over and help the girls and the men kept having some laughs at my expense.

Now, I know it is my place to be with the women and serving the men. It has always been that way. It is not playing horseshoes with the men and drinking beer and talking about sports and hunting.

About 15 minutes later, I was serving the men their food along with the women, when the same relative smacked me on the behind and blurted out "Good girl." The men, who were enjoying their day so far, got another laugh of that. I just went and got my food and sat down with the women.

I wanted to call him an ass. But he was right. I belonged with the women, serving the men. I certainly did not belong among the men, drinking with them and talking sports. I should be used to such treatment by now, but I guess you never get used to it.

The artwork is from It is very appropriate. That is how my male relatives evidently think of me. And they are right. I cannot dispute that. That's why I stayed around the women and served the men, because that is my proper place.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

A ladyboy I wish I could be: Chompoo

 Chompoo has been one of my idols among the ladyboys! She is just so perfect!

Can't you just see how easy it must be for her to live as a woman and don't you just envy her so much!

Can't you just imagine how it must be when she is in bed with her strong, dominant man and giving him pleasure after pleasure, night after night!

I dream of being a ladyboy!

Chompoo is all ready for her man!

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?