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?

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Weak sissy needs young lady's help

So, I went into our local big-box garden store the other day to buy some of what turned out to be heavy things. I needed salt for my water softener and it comes in 40-pound bags. I needed some mulch and it comes in big bags too that are heavy.

The items I needed were stacked outside, so I paid and told the older lady at the checkout that I could load them in the car myself. Then this young lady -- college age -- came by and asked if I needed help loading my car.

I said "No, I can manage."

She said, "Those bags are pretty heavy, are you sure you don't need any help?"

I said again, "No, I should be OK."

She insisted: "I'll help you. You look like you need some help."

So she walked with me to where the items were. I had parked pretty much between the items I bought. She grabs two 40-pound bags of softener salt by the handles on the bags both at once and easily carries them over to my car, lifts them higher and puts them into the back of my SUV.

Then she goes over to the mulch to get me four bags. She carries these big bulky bags over two at a time, again lifting them up to put them into the back of my SUV.

This girl was a strong, athletic girl, obviously. She looked like she played sports, for sure. You could see the muscles in her upper arms as she carried and lifted those heavy bags.

So, why did she feel she had to help me? Do you think it was my skinny shaved arms that look so weak? Do you think it was my smooth girlie legs, showing since I had on shorts? Do you think it was how I handled myself in my talk and walk. Or my breasts and nipples showing through my T-shirt? Of course it was all of them. The girl knew a sissy when she saw one!

But that has happened to me before, as I have written. I struggle trying to carry and lift one of those 40-pound bags of water softener salt. Same with the big bags of mulch. I had to struggle to get them out my SUV, then I used a dolly to get the salt into the garage and the mulch to the front yard. I use that dolly a lot! I just love the luggage on wheels!

I don't feel humiliated when that happens. I have always been weak. And submissive too. I know that I am submissive to real men and most women. Never been a doubt about that. I am like the other sissies and the real women who want to be girlie girls. And sometimes I need help carrying things and I know nothing about cars and other manly things.

Still, I have to wonder. That young lady was so nice, but did she go back into the store and tell everyone how she had to help that pathetic sissy load up? I hope not. But I bet the men who have helped me in a similar way have told their buddies such a story about me.

The young lady was wonderful. I thanked her for helping me. She smiled and said "Thanks for coming by and have a nice day."

So, tell me, have you ever had a similar experience where a female had to help you because they thought you were weak enough to need help. I bet that if you look in on this blog that you sure have!


Wednesday, May 4, 2016

My Sissy Story 4: Teen becomes more girlie

I'm going to write about discovering boys in the next installment, but first I have to describe how I got to that point.

In the previous post, I mentioned how I had started shaving my legs. Like most males about to become a teen, I started get hair on my legs. Well, I was appalled! I was so upset! I did not want that at all!

So, Timmy and I were dressing up of course and we decided that we would be shaving our legs. We did not do it together, not even once, but we figured it out separately and compared the results.

I had seen my mother shaving her legs as a little kid. Must have left an impression on me because I took to it quite naturally. I have to say I have always enjoyed shaving my legs because I love the result so much! Some real women treat it as a drudgery!

So by the age of 13 I was shaving my legs. I had not worn short shorts until then, but my wonderful sister supplied a pair that I started to wear. What a wonderful feeling to feel the air on your shaved legs! Love that feeling to this day as most sissies do!

At 13, I was shaving my legs, playing house with a sissy friend and dressing up in my sister's hand-me-down clothing! Most of my friends were either fellow sissies or the girls that would put up with a sissy.

Timmy started borrowing some of his mother's lipstick and makeup that we used during our playing house time. And we took turns applying it to one another. So we added that to the shaving of our legs. Do you see a trend further into sissyhood going on here! And it gets better!

After a while, we went into a discount store and bought our own lipstick, makeup and nail polish. I also liked sweet-smelling spray scents and still do. I remember buying something called Feminine Deodorant Spray that Timmy and I would spray on our little things!

Not long after that, we were buying our own panties and pantyhose. Timmy was especially happy because the style of a younger woman's panties is much sexier than that of your mother! I had already been wearing young woman panties, as I had been wearing my teenage sister's.

During my junior high years, which in our school district was the grades 7 through 9 and ages of around 13 to 15, I did not get a lot of flack for shaving my legs. You would be seen in gym class, of course, and we also had to take swimming class in my school. That's because some of the boys did not have a lot of hair on their legs yet, so the sissies were not really noticed for their shaving. The flack would come in senior high school and it was pretty sucky.

Once again, if you can relate to any of this -- and I am sure sissies have similar stories -- please post your comments here!

TO BE UPDATED, REVISED, ETC.

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?