New Blog: My Life as a Sissy Wife

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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?

Friday, September 28, 2012

Bothered and bullied by tomboys!

I knew girls like the tomboys on the
left and they sure did taunt me!

(Sorry, found this on web;
don't know who to credit.
Let me know if this is yours.)
I was just thinking back how in school there were the boys who bothered you and bullied you if you were a sissy. That was quite common and I know first-hand because I experienced a lot of that.

But do you know what else I experienced? Girls doing it too! It was one thing for a bully boy to call you a sissy and a faggot and a homo. It was still another thing when girls did it.

Now, the pretty feminine girls were not the ones who did it. Some of those girls were actually my close friends -- not girlfriends, just close friends. Other hot girls were just so "stuck up" that they always ignored you and thus did not say anything to you.

The girls who called me a fag -- and this may be different for you, so let us know -- were tomboys, the girls who I like to say were a little rough around the edges. Not that pretty, not that feminine. Tried to act macho. Smoked cigarettes. Wore lots of denim as opposed to dresses and skirts. Do you know the type of girl I am talking  about? They were what some people would refer to a dykes! I don't know if they were lesbians or not, but I'm just saying that's how they acted and dressed.

These girls were as bad as the bully boys as far as calling me names like pussy and cunt. I expected it from the boys because I was not acting like a regular boy normally would. But it was a different type of hurt and humiliation when it came from these "bad girls." You would think that a girl would understand your plight of being a sissy. Not so for these rough girls. They dished it out and I still don't get it because they were ultra-tomboys just like I was a sissy girl!

Maybe they were teased for being tomboys. And back when I was in school and girls sports were not that big yet, if you were a tomboy, if you played sports like basketball and fast-pitch softball, if you were a strong muscular girl -- well then people thought you were lesbian. If you were a tough farm girl or if you were a "greaser" people also thought you were a lesbian.

So maybe these girls were getting it too and had to take it out on us sissies. Too bad we could not have been friends and allies!

Did you ever experience taunts from the tomboys while in school?

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Great pool memories!

A sissy's locker room memories!
As a young sissy my family had access to a swimming pool at a large park owned by my father's company. We spent a lot of time there and I actually learned to swim at that pool.

When I was about 12, I started noticing the men in the locker room. Men like Leo Giamani, who is pictured at right. I found that I could not keep my eyes off them. I started to sneak peaks at them, being very careful not to get caught looking. (Boy, I don't know what I would have done had I been caught ogling!)

Now, you have to remember that I had a little 1-inch sissy clitty -- and I have to add that it is not much bigger today! So to see men with these 6-inch dicks was just wondrous to me! Also, I was a weak sissy with skinny arms and girlie legs and some of these men had these big powerful arms and legs! (You know, not all these men were worth looking at; some were overweight so I waited for men built like Leo to come by!)

The bottom line is these men would just make me melt! Make me tingle inside! Make my head spin!

I had already seen my mother naked, seen my sisters in their underwear. And my feeling about that was that I wanted to be like them. Also when I was about 12, I was "playing house" with my sissy friend, dressing up in my sisters' and our mothers' clothes. Then my sissy friend and I started giving oral pleasure to some other teen boys.

But seeing the men with big dicks in the locker room was totally different. I could not get them off my mind. And I tried to get to the pool as often as possible and probably ended up spending more time in the locker room than in the pool!

I would go home and have day dreams and night dreams of being in their strong arms and of course, giving them oral pleasure. And then the men holding me and kissing me!

Do you know what I am talking about? Did you have this experience too?

Monday, September 24, 2012

A pathetic sissy watches

This is pretty much like
what I saw through
the window.

As I have written before, I had a very mixed up period of being a sissy teen and young adult. I had crushes on boys and gave oral pleasure to boys. I wanted to be a girl. But because of social pressures of a teen boy being with another teen boy, I thought that I should maybe strive to be with a girl.

But that was easier said that done if you are a sissy. Girls wanted to be my good friend and that was about it. They would go out with me to do stuff as a friend but it was not a "date." In college, there were girls that I gave oral pleasure to, but they were not girlfriends. Just special friends. I bet you know what I am talking about.

I would have feelings for these girls, even though I knew it would probably not go anywhere than me giving them oral pleasure. Then, during college, this one particular girl -- a pretty blonde -- came along. We were really close, closer than just friends, or so I thought. Spent a lot of time together, talked all the time. I thought maybe we were a couple. Would have been a first for me, because as I said, girls wanted to be only good friends with a sissy like me.

So things were going along -- and as I said I thought we were a couple and she had even said that -- when one evening I went to drop in on her at her place unexpectedly. I happened to notice the car belonging to a male friend of mine from high school parked outside. I thought WTF! I went up on the porch and before I knocked on the front door I looked in the picture window.

There she was, naked on the couch sucking, licking, devouring his cock! I was so hurt, as you can imagine. I kept watching from the shadows until he started cumming and she swallowed it! I stayed there as they cuddled and kissed and caressed after the BJ. My head was spinning by then, so I got out of there.

I was very very sad for a while because I knew that was just the way it was going to be. I should have known better to think that the girl and I were actually going to be a normal couple.

The other thing was that I had seen this guy's dick in our high school locker room and I have to say it was magnificent, a lot like the cock pictured above. So much more magnificent than my little thingy. I would have enjoyed pleasuring it over and over myself! Deep down, I could not blame her. And it would become hers to pleasure over and over and take deep inside her. They actually ended up dating and getting married.

I did not say anything to her nor to him about me seeing anything. We just grew apart and it was mostly because of her new-found love. She had no time for me anymore. I graduated from college and moved to another state for a job and found myself wanting to be with guys again until that also soured -- I told you I was always mixed up!

And here's the real kicker: After a good while, I actually found that episode to be exciting to me. As someone who also loved cock, I actually thought it was arousing as I replayed that night in my mind, seeing a girl I believed was my girlfriend pleasuring this beautiful cock while I stood on the porch as a pathetic sissy watching.

Friday, September 21, 2012

In his strong arms!
I found this photo and tumblr. Guess who I would want to be!

I'm thinking that I have just pleasured him orally and he is holding me tight in his strong arms, making me feel so weak and so submissive and so his! He is sucking on my titties and nipples that he had me grow for him through hormones!

Now, who in this photo would you want to be?

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Did you ever raid a clothesline?

A memory -- both sad and funny -- popped into my head today for no apparent reason whatsoever. I just thought of it and had not thought of it in many years. This actually happened to me between when I was 13 and 15 and in junior high school:

There was this jerky bully who lived on my street. He was something like three years older than me. Hot shot football player. Thought he was a tough shit and he he was actually. A big brute. A real asshole. He would pick on me and the other sissies a lot.

Most of the time it was name calling. I remember he called me a "cunt" all the time and several times he de-pantsed me (pulled my pants down) to show that I was wearing panties and give everyone a good laugh.
Please tell me that someone else raided a clothesline!

One time though he pushed me down, sat on my chest, and unzipped his fly. He pulled out is dick and rubbed it across my face and lips. He did not make me suck him but he kept saying how everyone knew that I wanted to do it. He ridiculed me. He smacked my face with his dick, much to the delight of his goofy friends. Of course I made it worse by crying and begging him to let me go.

So, not long after that. I noticed his mother's laundry hanging in their yard. Like I said, they lived on my street, maybe only three blocks away. There was a short white dress -- his mother was a nurse -- and white hose. Also bras and panties and other items. I thought this was my chance to get even.

So I took the dress, hose, a bra and a pair of panties. I got great satisfaction as I wore those clothes in my bedroom. If he only knew! Well, actually, he would have beat the crap out of me for sure. I wore those clothes for months, even laundered them and rinsed out the hose.

After the great feeling of revenge wore off though, I started to feel guilty about taking the mother's stuff when she had nothing to do with it. So I put the dress in a bag and put it on their back porch. I, uh, well I kept the hose and the bra and the panties. I felt I was owed something for the abuse that kid dealt me.

I only took a bra and panties one other time from a clothesline. They belonged to sexy high school girl who was also maybe three years older than me. I was just being stupid. Did you every do such a thing?did

Monday, September 10, 2012

Snickered at (again) by teen girls!

This is what I looked like
while out shopping!
So I was in a department store the other day when these two teen girls started pointing at me and snickering at me, which they tried to hide but I could still see. Then as I moved from one aisle to another they followed me and kept it up.

Now this was not something that was new to me. I have been pointed at and snickered at by girls when I was in the aisle shopping for my maxipads and tampons. But I was not shopping for my feminine protection. I was not shopping for makeup or nail polish. I was not shopping for bras and panties either. I was not shopping for girlie short shorts like what I was wearing or purses like the one I was carrying.

I was in the stationery section! I was shopping for a sketchpad and some lead pencils.

What the girls in the store looked like!
Sometimes I don't get it. I wasn't wearing a dress or a skirt. I was wearing denim shorts and a top. And so what if my legs were shaved. I had a purse, and it wasn't even really a feminine purse, but more like a smaller version of a backpack.

But these girls still felt the need to point at me and snicker at me. I should have given them a mean look! Of course, you cannot say anything to them because they were minors, but you can let them know that you notice them.

"I bet that sissy is wearing panties!"
Giggle, giggle, giggle.
But then again, those girls would tell all their friends in school the next day about how they saw a sissy dressed as a girl at the store and how the silly sissy gave them a mean look because they were looking at and laughing at the sissy.

I should be used to getting looks and reaction and comments and I have written about those times before. But everyone once in a while it happens again and you deal with it.

But how do you deal with getting those looks and reactions and comments from strangers who might see you out in public in girlie clothes and maybe buying your lingerie or nail polish or maxipads?

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?