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?

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

What are little girls made of?

What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails
And puppy-dogs' tails,
That's what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
And everything nice,
That's what little girls are made of.

I was sugar and spice and everything nice!
Do you remember that nursery rhyme! It just popped into my head for some reason this morning. That is true with a lot of things I recall for this blog -- and I have to make myself a little note to make it a future blog entry.

Anyway, I don't really remember a whole lot before I was 8 years old and really pretty much nothing before I was 6, but I can see what I was like through looking at old photos. It is very very obvious in those photos that I was not made of frogs and snails and puppy dog tails. But it was certainly evident that I was made of sugar and spice and everything nice.

You may be wondering why I don't just run my photo of when I was that young, but I don't want to even go there for obvious reasons.

But when I see those photos with my older sister, we pretty much looked the same at that age. She's the one who went on to be one of the prettiest and most popular girls in school and I went on to being one of the school's biggest sissies.

In those early photos it was just so evident that I was destined to be a sissy. If there were other boys in the photos I just did not look like them. They looked like your typical little boys. If you would have put a wig on them and put them in a dress, they would have looked like a boy in a wig and a dress. If you did that to me, I would have looked like my sister. It was that obvious!

Has anyone else who looks in here noticed that about themselves, maybe through old photos or maybe something your mother later told you?

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Pregnant T-girls in the future?

Wish this were me!
Quite often -- and especially when I see a woman with child -- I think about how much I wish I could be pregnant like this girl pictured at right!

I mean it is more about what being a woman is about than even the sex act. Anyone can be screwed. T-girls get so much enjoyment from taking a real man up their sissy asses, but obviously we can't get pregnant like real girls who take men in their pretty pussies.

If only science and medicine could implant a womb in T-girls and a way for a man's seed to make a baby! Now, that would be a breakthrough, wouldn't it! Do you think that would be possible way off in the future! I would say probably! Heck, we transplant other organs and even faces nowadays. Why could a womb not be transplanted into a T-girl!

I would imagine that in the future when women are running the world as it should be, manly men will be used for manual labor and sports -- someday there will be no need for armies -- and providing the necessary sperm for babies. But women may be too busy running the world to have babies. And wombs will be implanted into sissies like us who will be satisfying the men sexually and having their babies!

Science fiction? Or do you think something like that is possible?

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Living among pretty girls

I wanted to be a pretty, popular girl like this!
As you know, growing up living among pretty girls was very difficult for a sissy. And, for me anyway, it remains difficult to this day.

But I want to talk about dealing with our plight in high school and college. I came across three types of girls:

1 -- Those who were just plain indifferent, snobbish, didn't want anything to do with you. Acted like you were invisible. But these "stuck up" girls treated everyone that way.

2 -- Those who just hated sissies like us. They would insult us, tell us to go away. I knew some that were pretty mean and would get their boyfriends to do mean things to me and other girlie boys.  But again, these girls were mean to most people.

3 -- And then there were those that were sympathetic toward us. They liked having us around but did not treat us like regular boys. They treated us like their other girlfriends.

I knew girls who loved to be with me. They loved to do homework and study with me. Maybe go to the mall with me. Maybe meet at a dance -- where they would be scoping out the cute boys the whole time. I would go over to girls' houses and even go up to their bedroom. And their mothers were completely cool with this because they knew that I was completely harmless!

These same girls, although they were so nice to you, would never ever, not in a million years, go out on what might be even remotely considered a date with you. I did go to movies with them, but we paid our own way so it was not a date.

I had girl friends in high school and college who would do something with me during the day then go out on a date with a real boy in the evening. Then maybe the next day they would actually call me and tell me all about it. These girls would always be talking about boys with me and who was the cutest and what I thought about them and what I knew about them.

I had a girl friend who told me one night when I was at her house that she was tired and wanted to go to bed early. So I left. Then, as I was walking home a car drove by with a boy that I knew driving and she was in the passenger seat.

But I got used to stuff like that. Girls treated me like just another female friend. I knew a lot of girls in high school and college. But I never went out on any dates unless it was some group thing or maybe I met a girl somewhere just like two girls would do.

Added to all this was the fact that when I was in high school I had a sister there who was a year older -- I have mentioned her before -- and she was one of the prettiest and most popular girls in school. She was type of girl I wanted to be and I envied her so much. But I was always considered to be her sissy brother in most other kids' eyes.

So my point is, it was very hard to live among these pretty girls in high school and college and especially to have such a pretty and popular sister. I wanted to be these girls so much and it hurt so much. This was a very difficult time period to get through.

Can anyone else identify with this? From what I have read, I was your typical sissy, transgendered kid so I am pretty sure some of you went through this too and it would be nice to hear from you.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Shaving your girlie spot!

I worked on my girlie V too!
This was me today in the picture at right! Well, I wish I was more like that anyway!

When I tuck, this is what you see!
I shave everything from the neck down except for my little V-shaped girlie patch of pubic hair above my sissy clitty! Do you like to do the same? Sometimes I will take it all off! The feeling of doing that after you have not done it for a while is so girlie! But most of the time I let it grow out to a girlie V!

If you do the same thing as I do, you know what I mean! I don't find shaving to be a chore because it is just one of the things to be more girlie. Like buying panties and other clothes. Like putting on makeup.  It's just something that you do because real girls do it too!

But being tiny and limp like many of us are -- having what we like to call affectionately a "sissy clitty" -- it is quite natural to shave like a girl because we are so much closer to being girls than to being men. Don't you agree? I mean if I let my body hair grow out it would be so out of character for me. It would not match my inner self. It is just not going to happen. My inner self tells me that I have to present myself as girlie even though I will never be one of the lucky ones who may have their gender reassignment surgery.

But getting back on topic, shaving my body like a girl and shaving my sissy pubie area like a girl is something that at least makes me a little more like a girl and I take great delight in it. What about you?

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Do you need to be pretty and popular?

What would you give to have a shape like this girl, Playboy Playmate Irina Voronina, from 2001? If you are like me, then pretty much everything I would bet!

She is pretty much the perfect woman! It's funny. I have always wanted to be a girl, but I have always wanted to be the most beautiful girl, like Irina here.

The girls I envied in junior and senior high school were the prettiest girls in the school. The cheerleaders. The prom queens. The pretty dancers, etc. I did not want to be like an ordinary girl, I wanted to be like those prettiest, most popular girls.

In hindsight, that was pretty silly. I of course would have been happy being any type of girl because it is a feeling deep inside of us after all, isn't it? But we can dream, can't we! I wanted to be a girl like the Barbie and Tammy dolls I was playing with when I was an even younger sissy. I wanted to be like the girls on the Miss America show on TV. I wanted to be like this beauty Irina. I wanted to be like my sister, who just happened to be one of those prettiest and most popular girls in school. She is only a year older than me so I experienced her popularity (and this may be a subject of another post!)

Are you or were you like that? I know we have this deep down feeling of wanting to be a girl that we cannot shake. But did you also have that need to be a pretty and popular girl?

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Paying homage to Marilyn!

Marilyn Monroe in 1953!
Lani Todd in 2002!

I came across this photo at left of December 2002 Playmate Lani Todd doing her Marilyn Monroe pose. I love it!

She is almost right on! Her head tilt is not as much and Marilyn's left breast is seen more, but that is about it!

I believe I may have said before that after I first saw Marilyn's photo in Playboy -- and no, I did not see the original issue, it was many years later! -- I would try to pose like that. Well, I still do! Maybe if I had a blond wig I would try to take some photos of that attempt today! After all, with a digital camera you can kill off the poses that would not be right.

Ah Marilyn! I still enjoy watching her old movies on Turner Classic Movies. What I wouldn't have given to be like her! The Blond Bombshell! Very sad how she ended up.

But back to Lani Todd too! I love Playboy Playmates because they have been my idols since I was a young sissy who first discovered my dad's Playboy magazines. Thanks to the Internet I have been able to round up photos of Lani and all the other girls that I wished I could be over the years. I even love the older pics from the 50s and 60s that I had never even seen before.

But Lani sure does look like Marilyn Monroe, doesn't she! That is not a bad way to look. Look at that bummy on that girl! I sure wish I looked like that right at this moment!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Are you sad or happy for this boy?

I just heard about a boy like these ones.
So, I heard from a relative that her relative's son, who is about 10 years old, is showing signs that he is effeminate, and his parents are somewhat concerned, don't know what to make of it and don't know what to do about it.

Apparently, not only is he showing that he is effeminate, he loves to play with his female cousins and not his male cousins so he can play with dolls with them and play dress-up and he even loves to have the girls put lipstick and makeup on him! Boy, that was deja-vu all over again for me!

I have seen this boy a few times here and there at various big family functions. I can't say that I am surprised by this revelation. He is small for his age and very shy and meek. I guess that fits the stereotype, although I was not especially any of those things.

So I'm thinking, am I sad for this boy or am I happy for this boy? What do you think?

I have to say that although it has been very difficult to grow up as a sissy and to be transgendered, it also has been very rewarding. I have been through confusing times, lonely times, depressing times and times when I was bullied. But because I am one of the lucky ones and I have been accepted by the people I care about the most, there have also been many happy times.

I have not been able to fulfill all my needs of being transgendered, but enough to at least be happy and not totally miserable. Sure, I wish that I were a real girl, with a pussy and breasts, and do all the the girl things. I think about that every day. But since that was not going to happen for me -- and probably you too -- then you make the most of what you can have.

If you are reading this, then you surely know that we had no choice in the matter, did we? I don't know what is going to happen to this boy, but that sure sounds like me when I was 10 years old. Was that you too? Are you sad for this boy or are you happy for him?

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?