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: http://mylifeasasissywife.blogspot.com/

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?

Friday, August 31, 2012

Shopping for girlie scents!

This is pretty much what I
looked like walking out of the
bath and body store!
The other day I went shopping at a mall and I had a gift card to Bath and Body Works. So I went in the store and was greeted by one of the three girls who was clerking. She asked what she could help me with. I said I had a gift card and wanted some spray scents.

Now, I was wearing short shorts showing my shaved legs and a top showing my titties so it was quite obvious to the clerk what she was dealing with. But it was like when a T-girl goes into a wig shop. The wig shop wants to make a sale and they probably know that T-girls are good wig customers. We are also good lingerie customers!

So the girl was quite nice and let me try several scents. I love them all so it didn't take long for me pick out several bottles of spray. She rang me up and gave me some coupons and told me about their web site where I could find some more deals.

I don't know if the store gets many sissy faggot t-girls in there -- but I would assume they get some. Oh, and there were other female customers in the store and I bet they had a good time watching what was unfolding in front of them!

Monday, August 13, 2012

Coming out experiences or thoughts?

I could not imagine my father knowing
that I was like this and that I was
sucking cocks as a teen.
I was reading some things around the Internet about reactions that people got when they came out to their family that they were either gay or transgendered. Some "coming outs" were quite without incident and some ended up quite badly. I saw some accounts where the person, mostly boys, were disowned or even physically harmed by the dad.

I actually did not have an "official" coming out. I did not go to my parents and say "I'm gay!" I did not blurt out "I want to be a girl" or "I love wearing girls clothes." Just did not happen.

But my parents could tell, I am sure. I was quite a sissy growing up and even in my pre-teen photos you could see it in me. And my mother even caught me in my room in one of my sister's dresses when was around 12 or 13 so I am sure she told my dad what she saw. I guess I never really knew for sure though.

But it was quite evident. I was a loner mostly. I was not good at boy sports, but I was good at girl activities. I had close friends that were girls and we did things together, but never a girlfriend. I began shaving my legs when I was 13 or so. Hard to miss that.

My parents could not have known that I was regularly playing dress-up with another sissy, unless my sissy friend's mom found out and told them. They could not have know that I was giving blowjobs to boys.

So I was wondering what would have happened if I had had an actual coming out incident:

My dad: I think he would have disowned me, right after smacking me around. I am pretty sure of this. He came from a macho man family and grew up in a macho neighborhood. He already was distant from me because of what a sissy I was. If I had come out and said I was gay as a teen, that would have meant that I enjoyed sucking cocks. That I was already sucking cocks at that age and that I needed to suck more cocks. That would have absolutely made him flip out on me. His macho friends knowing about me would have really pissed him off.

My mother: She would have just been resigned to it since she saw me in that dress. But that is a huge step between seeing that and knowing that I was a cocksucker. She would have had trouble worrying about what her friends thought and what the ladies at church thought once the word got around that I was gay. And of course it would have occurred to people that gay sissies are cocksuckers and that they take cocks up the ass. I mean everyone knows that is what gay sissies do.

So I did not actually have a coming out moment, but my mother knew what I was up to and I have to think my dad did too. I'm sure they talked about me and figured it out because they were not dumb people.

My dad really had nothing to do with me but he was not mean to me. He still provided for me. He got sick and died when I was 24. I still have my mother and she has seen me for many years with my shaved legs and the way I dress and the way I carry on in feminine ways. She has never had a problem with the way I am. And my siblings have not either.

Did you have a coming out experience as either being gay or transgendered? What happened? If you were like me, what do you think would have happened?

Friday, August 10, 2012

I have always yearned for this!

Just a quick caption here because I have
dwelled on this before. But how I have yearned
to be like this woman and I am sure you have too!
The utmost in womanhood and femininity! A life ready
to come out of her! Her breasts supple and her
nipples ready to be suckled by the newborn!
Not to mention how she got to this state
in the first place! But this is something I have
always felt bad about missing out on.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Female athletes do not have breasts!

I've been watching some of the Olympics, and of course I marvel at the female beauty of the women athletes, especially the gymnasts and the divers. But also the swimmers and the runners.

But one thing that I noticed is that many of these girls have such little body fat that they don't have much in the way of breasts! I mean did you see those sprinters! Their bodies are so chiseled! It looked like I have bigger breasts that some of these girls!

As a T-girl too you know we want to have breasts. We have wished all of our lives that we had them. But for some of these female athletes breasts just slow them down as for the swimmers and runners who are going for speed or just get in the way for the gymnasts who are doing those difficult routines.



Now this is more like it!
Well, I'd prefer to have breasts of course, not to mention a pussy too!

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

A sad story

Robbie would go around town
in dresses like these T-girls.
As I have written, when I was in junior and senior high school, the group I belonged to was the sissies. Not the jocks or Greeks (smarties) or emos or the farmers or the vo-techs. I was in with the sissies.

That is where I belonged. There was a bunch of us. We were the ones who dressed like girls in everything but the dresses and skirts that we could not get away with. We shaved our legs and wore girls shorts and sandals. We wore jewelry and carried purses or girlie backpacks.

We all had many friends who were girls, but never an actual girlfriend. Most of the boys avoided us, unless they were tolerant or were getting blowjobs from us.

We had abuse heaped on us but as long as you didn't talk back to the bullies, most of the time there was not a problem. The other kids just should their heads and put up with us.

Except for one of us. There was this one sissy named Robbie who really went too far and probably should have learned to control his urges. You know what those urges are if you are reading this: to be girlie, to dress up, to give BJs, etc.

Robbie would go around town wearing dresses and even tried to wear them to school, but he would be sent home. (I'm not even sure if he finished school). Robbie grew his hair long and wore makeup. He got more abuse than anybody because the rest of us tried to be a little more discreet.

Some of the bullies would smack him around if he went near them. The worst thing was when he started going around saying he was pregnant. He told a gym teacher he could not take gym class because he was pregnant and the story goes that the teacher smacked him around and there were no witnesses and Robbie didn't turn him in.

It was also well known that after Robbie left school or maybe even graduated, he had an apartment where men went to have sex with him for money. And everyone figured he was going to have a sex change eventually.

I went away to college and moved around for jobs so I lost track of Robbie even though I did think about him here and there. Recently, I saw on Facebook that someone mentioned that he had died from AIDs some time ago. I was not surprised to see that news, but still it made me sad. That could have been any one of us sissies had we not shown restraint in our playing around. He definitely did not.

Did anyone else ever know or come across a sissy with a story such as 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?