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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?


Belinda Reed said...

Well yes and didn't help they'd seen me change for swimming so I got taunted for the state of my clit plus being sissy. Some folk do find however humiliation is a turn on.

Anonymous said...

Yes, dear, i have the same experience. When i was in high school there were a lot of boys who often beat and abused me because i am very soft and delicate and i have feminine and skinny body, feminine behavior and manners, typical sissy i am. This was very unpleasant period of time for me. But the most awful was when i was humiliated and downtrodden by girls. As in your case the pretty delicate girls were my friends and they were sorry for me, even some of them tried to protect me, not in a physical way of course but asked the bullies to leave me alone and informed the teachers for my problems because i didn't venture to do this, i was scared from revenge. These girls were really nice with me. But there were two girls, Anna and Nina, and they were not nice at all. Both of them trained kick-boxing and were very tough, rude and dangerous and were always acting and looking like machos, not like normal girls. They could fight like real men, even better. Once I saw how Nina beat up a boy who was bigger than her, but she didn’t has any problem to beat him, she is kick-boxer and hits and kicks very hard. Anna and Nina just loved to humiliated me just for fun. They called me sissy, queer, fagot, pansy, pussy and very often beat me and my only resistance was to cry like a girl and beg them for mercy. To make me cry and to mock at me that I am helpless sissy and girlish was what they really enjoyed. Sometimes I even didn’t want to go to school because of them and I was a brilliant student, only A marks I had and I really loved studing. Once they forced me to eat flowers, I was holding a gorgeous bouquet of flowers because Lilia, one of my friends, had a birthday. They saw me, approached and Anna said: ‘Look Nina, how this silken sissy fagot (I was dressed with lovely white long sleeve silk shirt, silk pants and silk tie, silk is my favorite cloth) is going to eat his bouquet!’ I got weakness in my knee when I heard that. She grabbed my tie and said: ‘Start eating the bouquet silk pussy!’ Tears performed my eyes and I started to beg them leave me alone but they didn’t. Anna said: ‘Eat the flowers or I gonna make your girly face to look like a Picasso’s picture, sissy!’ I had no choice, I knew how fatally she can punch because once Anna knocked me out with only slap and it was awful, when I recovered I realized I was pissed because of the knock out. And I started trying to eat a flower crying and shaking from scare. I put a piece of a flower in my mouth and started to chaw it. Then Nina started to laugh and Anna punched me at my stomach shouting: ‘swallow, sissy!’ but I spited it because of the punch and screamed in a sissy way from pain and scare and continued crying more noisy as little girl. Then Anna said: ‘Take this from the ground, gobble it and swallow or I’ll make you eating rocks!’ And I did it, swallowed it, choked but swallowed and it was horrible. She asked me to eat more and I did it, crying, shaking and wiping my sissy tears with my silk lady handkerchief. They laughed loudly and Nina made few pictures of me and my poor situation. After third swallowing I felt my stomach very bad and I vomited and then I passed out. I didn’t go to school on the next two days because of the stress. And this is just one of all humiliating situations I have had because I am helpless sissy. Now I am not a student and I am just a happy sissy, I have very strong and masculine boyfriend who is very gentle with me and protect me from bullies and he has huge cock and makes me a happy sissy slut.

jennapher said...

Well Stevie, I was bullied, but not by the tomboys! Of course gurls like us were bound, so to speak, to be bullied. But my experience was the oposite of yours.
First, I attended Catholic school, and before entering the 1st grade, all my friends were girls, which I guess makes sense now because I wanted to be one of them.
But in the Catholic school, boys played with boys, girls played with girls. Try as I might have to play with the girls who were my friends, the nuns simply didn't allow it, they always forced me to go back and play with the boys. And since I had no male friends to start with, that made me stand out.
Since the school was small, there was a group of us who went all the way from 1st grade to 8th as part of the same class. The older I got,the more different I must have appeared to the girls in my class, since I had few if any friends.
And so it was the cute girls, all the girls I would have played with, or hung with (had I been hung lol) bullied me, but in very subtle ways, causing me embarassment in class all the time. I blushed like a tomatoe, and my ears would get red, so the girls would find ways to embarass me to make me turn beet red!
And of course, an obvious weakness like that made me a prime target for the guys to bully me every day at school and on the bus home.
I can't say those are particularly fond memories.
I only wish I had had the wisdom to just embrace who I was and just be as different as I could have been. Then neither group would have really known what to do with me, and perhaps would have just left me alone!

Jay H. biforblack said...

I got beat up by one in middle school, so humiliating

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?