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Tuesday, November 1, 2016

My Sissy Story 1: The early, early years (updated 11-1-16)

UPDATED 11-1-16

Like some transgender girls have us believe, I do not remember how I felt when I was 2 years old! I do not believe them; I think they are thinking that they remember how they felt when they were 2, but they really do not. How does a 2-year-old believe they were born in the wrong body? That feeling did not come for me until much, much later.

I remember only a few things from before I was even 6. But I was told by my mother that I was very shy and I cried a lot! I do recall that I liked my stuffed animals and I liked to play with dolls and play house with my two older sisters.

There actually are pictures of me playing with the dolls and also there are pictures of me playing dress-up with my sisters. You know, silly hats and scarves and our mother's heels!

OK, I do remember when I started first grade at age 6. And like my mother said, I was very shy. And I was always a teacher's pet!

I did not know what it meant to be a sissy at first, but I do know that I hung out with the girls and the boys who were different -- meaning not the rugged, sports-playing boys. But many boys are pretty shy when they are 6, so what did I know. Probably by sixth grade, when I was 12, I was pretty much established as one of the sissies.

And you can probably relate to this: In grade school, I was not very good at the boys sports of football, baseball and basketball. I had girlie legs and skinny arms. Wasn't very strong at all. I would be selected near last when picking teams during recess or the playground pickup games! I remember there was at least one girl who would always be picked before me because she could hit a softball pretty far! When I did play, they put me out in right field where not much happened. And I struck out a lot.

I was good at volleyball, however, and we played dodge ball a lot. I was very agile in getting out of the way of balls, but not very strong in throwing it back! Other than that, I liked to swim and run and play tennis, pretty much sports that girls could do -- or the weaker boys! 

So, I did not just sit around and play with dolls and read books like some sissies say they did. Oh, I was also a Cub Scout!

I was not included in the boy groups because we did not really have much to talk about. My best friends, like I said, always ended up being the other sissies and the girls. In sixth grade, things pretty much changed drastically, so I will devote a separate chapter to that one school year.

When I was very young, I do remember sticking to my mother. I wanted to be with her in the kitchen and the bathroom and when she was dressing. 

I saw her naked and in her lingerie a lot, and surely it must have left an impression on me, but again, I can't say for sure. I marveled at her big breasts and of course what was down below. Why did she not cover up? Who knows, but surely she did not ever think that she was leaving some sort of impression on me that later fueled my need to be feminine like her.

My mother liked to wear those sheer -- read: see-through -- nightgowns. And you could see her big beautiful breasts. There were other times when she would walk around naked from the bathroom to her bedroom or she might call me into her bedroom to tell me something when was getting dressed.

So my point is, I saw my mother's breasts a lot and that is pretty much one of the few things that I remember at a very young age. And, being a momma's boy, I wanted to be like my mother in all ways! What she did and what she wore and of course what she looked like! I envied her in all ways and those breasts were a subject of wonder for me!

I stuck to my mother! I never wanted to be with my dad or like my dad and I bet if you are reading this then you certainly understand what I am talking about!

I don't remember spending time with my father when I was very young. And this is backed up for because there are not any pictures of me doing that either, so it must be true. I bet most psychologists would see a pattern in the fact that I gravitated toward my mother and not my father at an early age.

Please, if you are reading this, post your comments! Would love to hear from those with similar experiences!


My Sissy Story 2: Things changed by 6th grade (updated 11-1-16)

I don't remember exact dates, especially from the time I was in grade school, but I do know that by the time I was in sixth grade I was getting into my sister's panties and then some other things like her short dresses.

I had -- and still do have -- two older sisters. One is somewhat older, so as kids we really did not hang out together much. 

The other is just a year older than me, leading me to believe that I was my parents' oopsie! We went through school together, with her in the grade ahead of me of course. By the time we were in junior and senior high school, she was one of the prettiest and most popular girls in school. She always had boys chasing her -- I became pretty envious! -- and always was elected to some sort of student government position, which is pretty much a popularity contest.

But what pertains to my sissy story is that because I was a year younger than her and because I had a girlie body -- meaning skinny arms and legs especially -- we were very similar in build. And that meant her clothes fit me!

At some point around sixth grade I started going through her dresser drawers and putting on her panties when I was alone at home. She liked to wear short dresses and I would put them on too. 

I would always hang up the dresses where I found them, but what got me in trouble was that I would take the panties for extended periods to wear them and of course I would not put them back in the drawer but put them in with the laundry. My mother, who did the laundry, did not notice this because my sister could have been wearing them, but eventually my sister did!

So what happened next? She confronted me about it! I don't remember exactly what happened, but I imagine I was quite surprised and upset and very uncomfortable! She did, however, say it was okay and not to worry about it. 

The reason why is that it was pretty evident the way I was going to be by sixth grade. I was not some rugged boy. I was not extremely girlie, but I was somewhat effeminate, very shy, emotional, and most of the people close to me still were other sissies, girls or female relatives. 

Of course, my sister knew all of this. On that day she confronted me, she was the best sister a sissy could possibly ask for! She told me that she understood and that if she gave me some items I had to promise her to no longer get into her stuff. I certainly agreed! And she came through. She gave me some things she was okay to part with: panties, pantyhose, a bra and a couple of short dresses. 

So that was actually when my sister and I became very close and we still live about 15 miles from each other. That was also the beginning of my having a sissy "stash." Did you have one of those!?

Now, there so happened to be another sissy up the street from me who I went all through school with. His name was Timmy. He was a bigger sissy than me. Not larger, but meaning, he talked like a sissy and walked like a sissy. The poor kid got picked on in school a lot more than me. Timmy was always with a group of girls. For some reason they really accepted him. That was true with me too, but especially with Timmy. 

So Timmy was one of my closest sissy friends. I would always be at his house up the street. His house had a third floor that was an apartment where his grandma once lived. It had a bedroom, a bathroom and kitchen/dining area. It turned out to be a perfect hideaway and play area for us!

One time -- I'm pretty sure this was still in sixth grade or it could have been the summer right after -- Timmy asked if I wanted to do something really fun. He brings out some of his mother's lingerie, including slips, stockings and a garter belt! So we started dressing up together at that point, a first for the both of us doing it with someone.

What was funny was that when we undressed to put on the lingerie we both were wearing panties already! 

So that summer we played dress-up whenever we could. Having my own stash of undies and dresses given to me by my wonderful sister, I of course brought them to our play time and kept some of the stuff there.

So we would dress up and prance around and it was such a good time, as you might expect. We were able to lock the door for privacy once we were up in that apartment area!

This led to our getting into bed together. That started with us being silly and tickling each other and playfully kissing each other. We started getting into bed nakie or in lingerie and cuddling. We would tuck our little sissy clitties and pretend we were girls.

Two things from this:

I thought I was tiny down below. I had something like a little over an inch of clitty. Timmy was even smaller than that. When we cuddled we would get erections because that just came natural but they were very, very feeble erections. 

Leads me to think that we were born sissies! I wonder: If you are not born with manly equipment, do you start out thinking that you are not manly? There I was -- sort of a weakling, shy, wanted to be around females, and I had a very little boy thing! Seems to me that had something to do with it.

Where did my cuddling and kissing with Timmy lead us? Although I lost track of him through the years, I know from Facebook that Timmy ended up being married to a man. 

And me, well, after finding I was not accepted by the gay community as a tranny, I ended up being a submissive sissy wife to a dominant woman! Talk about a turnaround. As you will see from some of the things I am going to write about during my teen years and years shortly after college, I very well could have gone either way.

The second thing is that Timmy was the first person I ever kissed on the lips! He was just so gentle and they were such gentle kisses. Like girl kisses, actually. And yes, I did kiss some girls after that even though I was a sissy! So I knew what it was like to kiss a girl! Maybe since I did like kissing someone who was feminine is how I ended up being partnered with a dominant woman instead of a man. Who knows!


My Sissy Story 3: A scary event after 6th grade

I grew up in a small town in a neighborhood not far from the downtown area. It was probably only a mile to walk from my house to where the stores, eateries and movie theaters were. So, we kids, with our parents' OK, would always be walking to downtown. Even at age 11 or 12.

One night during the summer after 6th grade when I was just about to turn 13 I had met some friends downtown on a Friday evening. I know I should not have stayed out so late because our family rule was to get going home when the street lights came on. 

But I did stay out late and I had to walk home. There is a bridge you have to cross to get to my neighborhood. I was halfway across when I saw this young man -- I don't know around age 30 -- I recognized from the neighborhood. He stopped me and started talking to me and I could see that he was drunk. There was a strip of bars in my neighborhood.

I don't remember all of the conversation of course, but he ended up saying he would walk with me home. 

But these are the events as I remember how they unfolded:

We walked into the neighborhood. He says let's rest for a minute. We end up in a yard behind someone's house. Might have been his house, probably. We sat there on the grass and he kept talking like drunk people do.  Didn't shut up. Slurred is speech. We ended up resting on our elbows at some point. He got close to me and leaned on me enough to push me down flat against the grass. I remember smelling the booze on his breath. Funny, but I can still smell it.

I was wearing short denim shorts as I started doing that summer and I also had started shaving my legs. This man from the neighborhood had to have seen me around and knew that I was a sissy. 

So we are lying there in the grass and he drapes his leg over mine and he starts feeling me up, especially my thighs. Then he slides his hand into my panties and starts feeling me up down there. I do remember after all these years thinking: This can't be happening!

I'm scared of course. I don't know what to do. I thought he would rap me in the face if I did anything. So he's rubbing me in my panties and I just lie there for something like 15 or 20 minutes, so scared. He was half draped over me, after all. When he started kissing on my neck that's when I abruptly pulled away. I remember it being repulsive because he smelled so bad of booze.

I remember saying something like I had to go and that my parents were probably out looking for me. I think I might have also said that my dad was a cop! I got out of there fast. Too fast for him to react, I suppose. He would have just stumbled trying to get up because he was pretty drunk. I pretty much ran home, I was so scared.

I worried about that for some time. I would see that man in the neighborhood a few times and he did not react to me. Probably did not remember what went on that night or who he was with. Then I never saw him again. He probably got arrested for something and sent away, I don't know.

I'm not sure how that incident affected me in the long term. I knew I was a sissy. I had just started dressing up with a sissy friend, as I have described. I had started shaving my legs. I am not a psychiatrist and I have never been to one, but did this incident lead me into being the very submissive person I would become? Did it make me want to be with guys? You read about case histories like this.

The way things unfolded in my junior and senior high school years and how I evolved into such a submissive sissy, really make me wonder.

So, did any of you who follow this blog have any incidents like that in your young life? How did it affect you, if it did? Please respond, I really would like to hear your story, as would others I am sure.


Looking for a new blog or forum (updated 11-1-16)

So I got a few requests to keep adding to and polishing my sissy story and for them and for me -- because it is therapeutic -- I plan to. It's just that over the summer I don't sit down at the computer that much outside of where I work. So since I will be stuck indoors here in the Northeast very soon, I plan to work on the blog.


Anybody know one? I have gotten a total of 11 comments on my Sissy Story series, which is at 5 parts now. Was hoping for many more comments because I'd really like to know what is going on with other sissies. And I know for sure that most sissies have a similar story to tell.

Please email me at if you can recommend a blog or forum where there is more activity as far as comments. 


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?