i am a sissy because:

i want to be a flower
i want to be pretty and delicate
delightful to look at but easy to bend and easy to break
i want to make a real Woman happy through my service and devotion and poor but earnest imitation

Once when I was about 7 or 8 I accidentally wet my pants in public. Upon seeing this, my Aunt (who I was staying with for the day) took me back to her house, had me undress and put my clothes in the washer. While my clothes were being washed, she dressed me in a pair of my cousin's panties and a cute little dress. She did this not to be mean (in fact I remember her apologizing several times while dressing me) but simply because they were the only clothes in the house that would fit me.

I felt completely humiliated...especially when my cousin came home with a group of neighborhood kids (boys and girls). At first they laughed at me but my Aunt scolded them and told us all to go out in the backyard to play.

I spent an hour outside playing with the other boys and girls in a little blue dress and white and pink cotton panties. The girls were nice to me and gave me pointers on how to sit while wearing a dress. The boys were mean and kept calling me a girl and lifting up my dress.

At the time I hated that day...but ever since than I have longed to find myself back in that yard experiencing the vulnerability of having the boys lifting up my dress and laughing at my pretty little panties

It is a very effective form of humiliation and totally removes any pretense of male posturing on my part. Serving Mistress wearing a slutty maid's outfit, having to hike my skirt up to accept Her paddle or dildo or sucking another male's cock with my bright red lipstick coated lips keeps this
slave's inferior male ego in check.

I first felt the need to dress and act girlishly when I was 4 or 5 years old. I have no idea why, but I wrapped blankets around my waist and even borrowed one special pink cotton dress from my mother. Once my parents caught me dressed in that pink dress and hiding in my closet. They laughed at me and when I told them to stop, my father said either we laugh at you or spank you. I have felt the need to be humiliated in girlish clothes ever since.

I am a sissy because I want to look and feel pretty. Dressing up is also a deep satisfaction. When I am in my full dress, I feel like I am on the constant edge of orgasm, yet there is more to it than sex. At first I would immediately remove all female clothing as soon as I orgasmed. But now, it is no longer like that. An orgasm is only a short temporary pleasure, while being a sissy provides a constant long-term satisfaction of which to me there is nothing else that can compare. There is another reason why I am a sissy. It is my way of touching the superiority of women and admitting the inferiority of the male. I am a sissy because I recognise the beauty, strength, and dominance of the female species. I am a sissy because I long to be dominated and molded by a true woman. I am a sissy because I long to serve and submit myself truly and completely to a a woman that can and will dominate me, mold and form me, own me, subdue my weak maleness. I am a sissy because deep inside of me I can imagine no greater thrill or privilege than to be forced into complete submission by a misstress that is willing to take the time to provide me the training that I need to rise from my present level of inferiority to the highest honor that I as a male can ever hope to achieve: to become a slave, owned and controlled by the superior sex. I am a sissy because I see being a sissy as the first step toward the greater goal of ultimately having a Mistress that will be proud to call me her slave.

I understand the dominance that women have over the weaker male form. The beauty that is FEMALE is what I worship and cannot help but wish to become, however being trapped in male flesh, I am victim to my inescapable male weakness.

When i first reached puberty i was always turned on by seeing girls tied and gagged. When other boys and i would play games i would always make sure somehow that it was me who played like i didn't want to be dressed like a girl and tied up. Somehow i always got the role. As i got older my obsession stayed with me and i would fantasize in a million different ways how i would be captured and forced to be a girl or female servant. When i was single i bought everthing form falsies and panties,bras,corsets silk stalkings,high heels everything. In the privacy of my own home i would dress up and than tie and gag myself. More than once i almost tied myself to good. i am presently married and when and have been for 19 years. When we were first married i mentioned my fetish to my wife and she was not at all approving. i have never mentioned it again.

i am a sissy because i believe in the absolute Beauty and Superiority of the Female. It is their beauty and grace which drives my desires for erection and ejaculation,..., hence i owe Them my devotion and dedication.

i am a sissy because i long to be with a Beautiful and Superior Female. Believing that imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, i feel i should strive to imitate the Superior Female, in dressing, mannerisms and other activities...under Their direction and guidance of course. This should also include any degrading and humiliating activities that a Superior Female should command me to perform. i would accept such commands and treat them as gifts from Her and use them as an opportunity to show my dedication and devotion to Her.

i am also a sissy because i have nothing unique to provide a Mistress. Being such a worthless male, i willingly accept the most humiliating and degrading activities She may impose on me so that i may prove some usefulness to Her, whether it be for Her entertainment pleasure or for the pleasure of Her friends.

i have always envied the power and glorious sexuality of beautiful women. i would willingly give up everything to become such but realize that, as a lowly male, i can only ever aspire to become a she-male slut. The thought of being transformed and used by both male and female for their own sexual fulfillment gives me a massive (and unwelcome!) erection. i only wish that i could find someone who could make these desires into reality!

i'm a SISSY because i just love wearing my "girlie" clothes. i love silky pantyhose and thigh high stockings. O-o-oh how i love seeing my legs shine as i walk under a street light. I'll wear a very short mini skirt because i enjoy the breeze lifting my skirt to show my lacy pink panties. i have false titties and I'll wear a tank top and love how my nipples stand out. Oh yes, i wear pink lacy ankle socks. i always dress to be very FEMININE.

My bedroom walls are rose pink and my bed has a canopy of pink and white chiffon and lace. i have pink and red bows tacked on. My sheets are hot pink with ruffled pillows.

i wear the most dainty lingerie to bed. My bed is feminine ecstasy, layered with pink and white chiffon. i also have pictures of NAKED MEN and penises around my bed.

i don't have a anyone who dresses me, although i would love having a man UNDRESS me.

i really hope You accept me as a SISSY BOY. i AM a very feminine Woman. Please, please call me a SISSY.

i am a sissy because i am very gentle and submissive in nature. i am truly respectful of Women and love everything about them.

i have my own collection of pink frillies because they make me feel nice and feminine. i also wear matching training bras as they are also very fun to wear and contribute to the softening of my personality.

i love to please Women sexually and love to smell their used underthings, especially after they have had sex. i LOVE to sniff and smell panties and pantyhose after Women have worn them. i love the way panties and pantyhose holds the aroma of the private parts of Women as they percolate their juices in them all day long.

i LOVE to wear perfume.

i LOVE to wear and smell lipstick and other types of makeup.

i LOVE to take fluffy bubble baths.

i LOVE to be made fun of as a sissy. Especially by multiple Women.

i have visited many Professional Dominant Women and they seem to like putting me in girly clothes, and so i like being a sissy because i love to please the Mistresses.

i am a sissy because i feel like a male lesbian.

And finally, i am a sissy because it is so much FUN!

Thank You for helping me find my way to shedding this horrible male cocoon.

i cheated on my girlfriends one time and She petticoated me as a sissy little seven-year-old girl. Now She forces me on weekends and at nights to wear short satin little-girl's party dresses with oodles of stiff white lace crinoline petticoats underneath. i am prohibited from touching or playing with my pettis unless my girlfriend permits. i am forced to "present" myself for "lingerie inspections" before my girlfriend and Her friends as they play with my lace petticoats and pluck at their lacy hems while i stand at attention and recite my NEED and DESIRE to be PERMANENTLY PETTICOATED. And if my ruffled sissy panties are ever wet with my excitement over being put in petticoats, my girlfriend diapers me for the evening. Currently i am being taught deportment and curtseying lessons. And i am PROHIBITED from modestly trying to tug the hem of my satin party dress down in an attempt to cover the lacy hems of my stiff net petticoats.

i am not worthy of being a Real man with my puny 4" sissy peepee and submissive Nature. i should never be allowed sex with Women again and permanently chastised.

Oh, such teenage exuberance. The sneaking of the Playboys into the bedroom and the enthrallment over the sexuality of the feminine form. But at a spindly 5-11 and 130 lbs, with thin hairless arms that enthusiasm would never be fulfilled with high school dates let alone sexual experiences. Women would spurn the think teen, probably even scoff and laugh at his slight build at a school that was a factory for hulking football hero's. Perhaps, however their meanness was properly placed. Perhaps it was the product of the dominant female mine, a mind that knew all along that my place, perhaps, was not at the side of a creature with wondrous hair, a makeup enhanced face, and donning wondrous clothing. Perhaps the spurning of the feminine sex was because in its infinite wisdom it knew that out of rejection this figure would at some point in life gravitate toward his own natural being, one that would find satisfaction in donning feminine clothing and applying proper makeup to transform a thin male appearing face to the feminine painting it truly was, a person who truly possessed a "sissy" deep within. Over the years the enthrallment has been caged by a marriage. Occasionally for periods of a year or two work hours would allow the accumulation of a wardrobe and the private opportunities to practice dress, walk and makeup. Never, however was it to be taken to the level of "outing" or public appearance. The sissy remains buried deep within, now blanketed with a heavier male form. The mind cries out for a powerful, insightful female to take command of my off-course ship and chart it's rightful course. To demand, teach, reward and ultimately sail this vessel in its rightful manner. i long to serve, to be trained, to be humiliated, to be placed in situations of threat by exposure and through it all have a caring, dominant work as an artist to re-shape my body, to bring out the mannerisms that lurk within, to adorn the body making it not only passable, but arousing to those who see it and who knows, perhaps even when pushed....

I don't know ! I have always wanted to be feminized. My first orgasm was while having a dream that I was at a party where there were only Women and myself present. The Women were all beautifully dressed and I was naked except for a pair of girls panties. I had to go to the bathroom and didn't know where it was. None of the Women would tell me, and they were laughing at my condition. I finally found the bathroom but found that there were four Women inside and they were watching me. I really had to go, but for some reason I couldn't pull my panties down. The beautiful Women were watching me squirm with great amusement. Finally I could hold out no longer and I started to wet my panties.They laughed and said I was a big baby who needed a spanking for commiting such an infantile act. I awoke and found that I had released some fluid that wasn't urine. It had been an electric feeling and I have not gotten over it since. I adore panties, but feel shame and humiliation over my obsession. I am not worthy of Women, but I so desire to be one of them. Alas, I cannot be, however immitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Submitting myself to the service of women is my only hope. My fantisies lead me to constant masturbation and as such I realize that I need to be strictly controlled and guided. I offer my pathetic penis for training. I was born a sissy, and will never change.

My great grandmother has partial control of my body, via possession/partial reincarnation. I simply follow her instructions, which often require me to be a TG/sissy-slave...

Well, lemme put it this way. I wanted to be a carpenter, but I kept on dropping the hammer. Now I just keep my hands on my hips, where they belong.