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, February 28, 2012

I love this response from Ashley!

I wish I could have gone
to school like this!
I stumbled upon this response in an interview with the lovely model Ashley George:

The question was:  Did you feel like you should have been born a girl from a very young age and when did you first begin dressing as a girl?

Ashley: Yes I did from my earliest memories I can remember asking my mom if I was male or female and of course she would respond “Well you’re a boy of course!” I never really accepted that LOL! I can remember one time my sister and I dressed up in these bright pink feather boas with clip-on earrings and my favorite little green and red plastic high heels .. and we would stand on the front porch of my childhood home and “wait for our boyfriends to come home from work.” I was never really the outdoors type when I was young, I much preferred to stay indoors and play house or Barbies with my sister. I also LOVED Matchbox cars and had a huge collection of those, I guess I must’ve really confused my parents huh? My obsession with cars continues to this day. I’m a nerd, judge me. = )

Ashley certainly did not turn out to be a boy!
My response would have been very similar, but except for Matchbox cars, I actually had a collection of baseball cards and I also loved to build model cars! So, at the same time, I was also into my sister's panties and other stuff and playing with dolls and then later "playing house" with my sissy friend and the boys that would join us.

I can't say if I confused my parents though. My dad had nothing to do with me and I am sure my mother knew all along about what was going on with me. So, I guess if you are like me you may live or have lived a mixed life: Not totally into female stuff. But heck, a lot of women are into male stuff. I mean look at the women in sports  and now politics and Danica Patrick is the prime example, racing with the boys!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Do you have a little black dress?

I was watching "Ellen" on TV and she really always makes me laugh. I just love what she is all about, being an out lesbian and all. She showed such courage and survived what I remember to be a tough time when she came out.

Anyway, I just wanted to comment on a funny line she said. It was in a promo and the guest, some sort of fashion expert, says something like "Everybody has a black dress" and Ellen replies something like "Well, not everybody!" Of course, there were lots of laughs!

Well, I thought it was funny anyway! The point was --  in case you don't know about Ellen -- is that she always wears pants and is never ever seen in a dress. It was doubly funny for me because I do have a black dress and I certainly have worn dresses and skirts more than Ellen probably ever did, even when she was growing up!

I saw another funny line the other day that went something like "rarer than a gown in Ellen's closet!"

But don't you just love these girls pictured here in their little black dresses! They are all gorgeous! And you know, just like in that silly picture game: One of these girls is not like the other!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

This should be the standard sissy uniform!

I saw this outfit on another site. Isn't it just sweet! Sissies like us would look just adorable in something like this!

I have always had the fantasy that the government in the future would make it the law that known sissies would have to show their sissy-ness in public or else face arrest. And of course a sissy would not fare well in a prison, would they? So in order to be left alone, all sissies would dressing like this and of course they would love to do it anyway!

Better yet: wouldn't it be just nice if we sissies and transgendered girls could dress like this on our own free will? Maybe it will come to pass!

I saw a video on YouTube the other day of female sailor in her dress blues come of her ship and kiss her girlfriend right on the dock in front of everybody! Who would have thought that that could ever happen!

But I think rights and advances for the transgendered are lagging behind those for gays. I don't think we would be able to walk down a crowded street like this tomorrow now could we?

Still, I wish I had an outfit like this to wear around house. I think my mistress would love to see me doing my housework in this, even moreso than a black and white french maid uniform!

Why not the gay lifestyle?

I wanted to go into bars like this ladyboy,
 but was not welcome.
If you have been following along so far you have read about my exploits as a sissy with guys during my teen years. That continued during college and I also orally pleasured girls during those years, as you might have also read.

But things sort of changed after college. I took a job in small town and really nothing went on there. It was a conservative setting, as opposed to the liberal setting of a campus at a major university.

I did have some relations with a guy who lived in the same apartment house -- that's a story for another day -- but not much went on with me sexually unless it was on a visit back home.

There was a mid-sized city not far away and there were bars and clubs there but nothing as far as LGBT as far as I could see. This went on for a year and a half until I got an offer for a better job in the big city and I had to take it. It was actually in the same city as my university.

The gay scene there flourished. But the tranny scene really did not. So I would wear a pair of shorts and a tank top and sandals -- and smell really nice and feminine -- and go into a couple of these gay bars.

I just felt really unwelcome in those places. I felt pretty much ignored. Those guys in there were not looking for someone like me. They were looking for the same thing I was -- a hunky guy! Only the old guys would talk to me. But I was not that desperate yet!

I kept going though, but the last straw was when some men in there would say things like "what the fuck are you doing in here" or "get you pretty little ass out of here before we take turns filling it." Sometimes I would leave after not finishing my first drink.

So I did not find myself fitting into the ordinary gay lifestyle. I guess finding a man who wants someone who is a sissy or is transgendered is hard to do, not matter what you see on the Internet.

But since this is getting long, I'll continue in another post!

Monday, February 20, 2012

Now, those are short shorts!

I love short shorts! But have you ever seen anything this short!

I don't know if I would have the guts to wear something like this is public! Or the cute bummy either!

I do have some shorts that show just a hint of cheek, but these show more like half the whole bummy!

Have you ever worn shorts anywhere near this short? Or do you even have the desire to do so?

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Breasts left big impression on me!

I see my mother in this woman! 
I don't remember a whole lot of things when I was really young, like 8 or younger.

But I do remember that I played with dolls with my sisters. Not anything rough that would be for boys.

I remember that I was shy and wanted to be around girls and women and not boys and men. I liked to be around my mother and visit my aunts.

I remember that my dad did not really like me and didn't do anything with me or even really talk to me.

And that is about it. Well, except for one really major thing! Of course I remember all the details about my mother. She left an impression on me starting at a very young age.

Just by chance I came across the above photo on Tumblr. It looks like a vintage photo from the 60s, maybe even the 50s. But that is how I remember what my mother looked like in the 60s! Even the hairstyle is similar.

What really left an impression on me was that my mother had breasts like the woman above and I saw the view that is in this photo many times. And well, even more of this view a lot of times too!

I guess I was infatuated by her breasts! But I did not know what it meant at that very young age. Of course, it did turn out to mean something, because normal little boys don't wish that they had breasts like their mother!

What about you? Was there something about your mother that left an impression on you at a very young age?

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Can't wait for summer!

I can 't wait for summer! I hate being cooped up in the house for one thing and I hate having to dress in layers when you do venture out into the cold.

I love wearing my summer clothes!  Do you see the pretty girl at right! I like to wear the same things: short denim shorts, a girlie tank top and girlie sandals! That would be about it in the summertime! Oh, I may also have on a bracelet like she does, maybe an ankle bracelet, and a lot of the time sunglasses like hers.

I would be showing as much leg as she is showing! Not wearing corduroy slacks like in the cold of winter! And boots, instead of dainty girlie sandals! Yuk! At least I have warm girlie socks and boots,

Now, if you are like me, you do not have long hair like the girl above does! I can't have long hair because there are still times when I have to present myself as normal, like at work so I can collect a paycheck. In order to not show that I am not a real girl I may wear some sort of sun hat or even a ballcap -- like the girl at left -- along with the sunglasses.

As I have noted before, I do not walk around in a dress and wig and high heels in public. I am certainly transgendered, but maybe I am not a crossdresser by definition. I don't try to pass myself off as a woman.

I am a sissy. I am girlie. I act girlie because that is the way I am. I want to be as girlie as possible. But I am not out to fool anybody. I wear that ballcap and sunglasses so I am not hassled for being a sissy. I want to blend in. And most of the time I am just fine. I think that if you are out there in a wig and you are discovered you may be hassled more than I would be.

But wow, I went off on a tangent, didn't I! So a question: Are you like me in the summer time with the short shorts and showing leg, etc? But not really quite fully crossdressing?

Friday, February 10, 2012

At least one T-girl likes the Snooki look!

At least one T-girl likes the Snooki look!

I found the photo at left at the Sheplacements blog and it struck me right away that she resembled someone on TV. Now, I have never really watched "Jersey Shore" but I have seen enough on those entertainment shows to know a little bit about it.

I thought the T-girl looks like Snooki! It's really the eye makeup more than anything!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

"You smell really good, honey!"

That's what they lady at the convenience store said to me today!

I had just taken a shower and shaved all over and sprayed on a nice scent! I like perfumes, but I like those body sprays like in the photo on the left that you spray all over your smooth body even more!

I was going to just put on a short silky robe and do some housework, when I realized I needed bread and milk. I thought should I go now or later? Well, threw on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt and drove on over to the store. 

I paid and when the lady was handing me my change she says, " Mmmm. You smell really good, honey." And she gave me a nice smile as she pressed the change into my hand.

Now, I go into this store a couple of times a week, so this lady recognizes me. And she has seen my smooth legs in short shorts. So I'm sure she knows what I am about. 

You would not make a comment to a real man if he was wearing a sweet women's scent, now would you. Maybe if he was wearing a really manly aftershave, but even then a store clerk is not going to comment on it.

This woman felt comfortable enough to comment on a sissy wearing a women's scent. But I loved the gesture! I smiled at her and said thanks!

The pregnant sissy!

You know, I did a lot of sissy things growing up and even through this day! Just read at least the last couple of posts in this blog!

But I was not even the biggest sissy I knew!  My sissy friend Timmy was a bigger sissy! I lost track of him through the years and one time my mother told me that she had run into his mother and found out that Timmy was actually married to a man somewhere in a state -- I forget which one -- that had legalized gay marriage! Timmy is the wife and there's no doubt about that!

But there was another sissy in school that Timmy and I both knew. He was a couple of years older than us. The thing that set him above all sissies was that he went around pretending and telling people that he was pregnant!

He wore maternity tops and had a round belly and looked sort of like the girl in the photo here! I don't know exactly what he did for the padding -- it was something better than a pillow stuffed under a shirt -- but every once in a while you would see him with the round belly and sometimes not. The teachers knew what a sissy he was. But those macho gym teachers and the ones who were football coaches gave him a really hard time.

I knew sissies like Timmy and me who shaved their legs and wore girls clothing that they could get away with, but none that went as far as that particular sissy! Did you know any sissies that did really off the wall things in a public sort of way like that?

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Oh my gosh, that was me!

I think it was inevitable, not a mistake!
I saw this caption on tumblr and I thought instantly -- Oh my gosh, that was me!

And what is even more astounding is that during high school I was built like that, looked like that and had hair like that! I even had a little sissy clitty like that! You could have snapped my photo dressed in lingerie when I was in high school and it would have been close to the photo at right!

A few years before high school, when I was 12 or 13, I would get into my mother's wedding lingerie that she had stored away, as I have mentioned before.

It was a white corset with garter and white hose, just like in this photo!

At the same time, I was wearing my sister's panties and dresses and other things. So the caption for me would have read:

"You knew one day you would be trying on your sister's panties and your mom's lingerie ... and now you're not the same boy you once were!"

I still remember those days of trying on my mom's and sister's things. Was I making a mistake? Do you think you were making a mistake? My sissy friend Timmy was trying on his mother's lingerie. How did he get the urge to do that? The same way I did?  As a young sissy, Timmy was the only other person I knew for sure who was doing that. Because we would play house! But there were other sissies around school. We're they also trying on their sister's or mother's undies and other clothes? I bet they were!

Well, I don't think I was making a mistake though. Opening up a can of worms? For sure! But it was inevitable. No one ever told me I had to wear panties and shave my body to be smooth like a girl. I had girlie feelings before I ever saw a pair of panties. But when I did I knew that I should be in those panties. Because I had a girl inside of me.

A mistake? No, I don't think so? I have to believe there was no way getting around the way I am. There was no choice involved. It has been a trying lifestyle. Who would choose it?

What are your thoughts? Was it a mistake for you?

(Oh, and if that caption belongs to you, please alert me and I will give you credit.)

Two sissies partying with the boys!

This was Timmy and me in our proper place with the neighborhood boys!
A post I read on another blog prompted me to write about another thing that went on with me while in high school:

My sissy friend Timmy and I were tolerated -- just barely -- by most of the boys in the neighborhood. They resented us because we were sissies and also because we were close to the hottest girls.

Actually, they sort of did like us, but not in the usual way. As I mentioned before, there had been two boys that Timmy and I had been blowing on a regular basis. By the time we were in high school, of course this onetime secret was spread all around the school.
Many BJs given in a place like this!

One kid in the neighborhood had a grandfather who had worked as a mechanic. He owned a garage like the one pictured and kept it just to tinker around in and store stuff. The kid and other boys in the neighborhood and some of his other friends would hang out there and do stuff like smoke cigarettes and drink beer and look at dirty magazines.

There were a couple of couches in there as well as a table. There were lights, but most were kept off because the boys really were not supposed to be hanging out there and certainly could not be caught in there with the beer.

How do I know this stuff? It started when one time one of the boys was lamenting that they could not find anyone to buy them beer. Timmy heard this and said maybe he could get one of his older brothers to buy beer if he said it was for Timmy.

Timmy was successful in getting the beer and was to bring it to the garage one night when the boys were there. Timmy asked me to go along with him. So I got to see the hangout. So Timmy and I were in there, but we were told we had to leave. Timmy said something like "Come on, I got you the beer. And you owe me money." The kid whose grandfather owned the garage said we could stay but would get no money for the beer if we did. It would be our donation to the party.

Timmy said OK. But some of the other boys stepped in and said they did not want us around. Then one of the boys said, wait, let them stay. If they take their clothes off. And they have to give us blowjobs. Ha! I guess they thought that would surely make us get out of there.

But Timmy and I had been naked in front of boys before and, well, also had given blowjobs before. As it was, we were already wearing girls shorts and tops and were shaved smooth. We were already vulnerable. We stayed.  We all had a few beers and then even those sissy clothes -- including panties -- came off.

So there was Timmy and me in a garage with half a dozen boys -- could have been as many as 8 or 9, I don't remember -- and we were naked. After some more beer two of the boys began asking for their blowjobs and the other boys were egging things on.

Timmy and I got down on our knees while the two boys sat on the couch and we got between their legs. They pulled down their pants and we sucked them off to the comments and cheers of the other boys. We both swallowed when they came and of course everyone was just amazed.

Timmy and I could not believe this was happening and I think neither could the boys. Yet no one was displeased about what was going on. For a couple of years after that Timmy supplied the beer or wine through his big brothers and Timmy and I supplied the blowjobs when the boys were hanging out. It was not long before boys other than the original boys joined in and we were blowing them all, not just the first two. I bet a couple of times Timmy and I both blew 3 or 4 guys each and we still amazed them by swallowing.

What was really funny though was that some of these boys had girlfriends! I guess they were not getting any BJs from them! These girls never came around the hangout, obviously, but sometimes one of the more slutty girls from school would join in and the boys also would screw her.

Things began to break up after high school graduation and the boys went their separate ways. There were just a few times some hung out there after that and by then Timmy had moved away. I was at a college 30 miles away and went back once for old times sake.

When I am in that town I have to drive over to that garage and get out and look in the windows. The grandfather is gone but someone is fixing cars in there. If they only knew what went on in there!

Thursday, February 2, 2012

I wanted to kiss my boy crush so badly!

You probably saw the post and the poll about having a crush on a boy in school. When I saw these photos it reminded me again of the boy I had a huge crush on.

I went to this big high school. It was not just one building but a big campus. It was like in college when you had 10 minutes to get to your next class.

But I would see this boy walking across the campus and I just wanted to run up to him and kiss him like the girl in the photo at left! I wanted to put my arms around him and have him pull me close! I wanted to be like the girl in the photo so much!

I wanted to sit on his lap and just kiss his face over and over like in the other picture! I wanted to caress his face as I kissed him!

I wanted to tell him how much I loved him so much! I just wanted to scream out to everyone that could hear that I loved him!

I wanted to be his girlfriend and do things that boyfriends and girlfriends do together!

I wanted to submit to him and pleasure him in any way that I could!

But I couldn't have what I wanted. And it really hurt, as you can imagine. Or maybe you experienced this too.

What hurt even more, what that he was actually very nice to me. That made it hurt still more because it made me love him and want him more. I had to keep this secret crush inside of me. If I ever let my feelings known to him unwittingly, he never said anything.

What hurt the most was when I saw him with a real girl. Walking with her, holding her hand, maybe hugging her and kissing her. How she would get to go out on dates with him and make out with him. It would crush me and I remember how I would cry in my bed at home because I wanted to be that girl.

It was a very tough time, as you can imagine. I had crushes on other boys in school, but never like the big crush I had. Did you experience a crush like this?

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?