A Sissy Every Weekend. Part 1. Going to Aunt Jenny's House

This is a picture of me taken last Saturday when I visited my aunt and my cousins. And while you may think that I am a girl, I am not.  I am a boy.  But this is what I look like every weekend. Let me explain.

During the week, Monday through Friday, I'm pretty much like the other boys at school.  Of course my hair is a little longer and I'm very skinny.  Also I don't like playing sports and don't really have any friends.  But other than that, I'm just another boy at school.  

But all that changes as soon as I come home from school on Friday afternoon. "Hurry up, Sweetie!"  mother will call out as soon as I step through the door. "Time for you to change so we can get to Aunt Jenny's house."  She has already packed weekend bags for both of us and she impatiently waits for me to get dressed. It has been the same every Friday afternoon since I can remember.

I know mother was disappointed -- deeply depressed, actually -- when I was born. She is very close to her sister -- my aunt -- who has three daughters; the twins are four years older than me and Caroline who is about one year older than me.   After Caroline was born my mother had hoped desparately for a little girl of her own so that she could join her sister in endless mother-daughter activities.  But since I was born a boy, that dream was spoiled.  Or it would have been if not for my mother's determination.  Mother simply decided that I would have to be a girl when we got together with my aunt and cousins.  And we all get together -- all six of us -- every weekend. 


And if you wondering, there are no men around at all.  Aunt Jenny is divorced and mother was never married.  So I'm the only one in both our families who isn't a girl. At least not really a girl.

Sometimes I wish I didn't have to pretend to be girl every weekend. But I guess I don't really mind too much. It makes my mother very happy and I love my aunt and my cousins very much. But still sometimes I wish mother would let me be a normal boy...


So my weekends begin on Friday afternoons as I change out of my boy clothes and put on my girl clothes.  Even though my cousins and my aunt all know that I'm a boy, it was decided that I should already be dressed as a girl when I arrive at Aunt Jenny's house. That way it is less confusing for my cousins, I guess. 









I start by slipping on a pair of panties and a padded bra that makes me look like I have little boobs. Wearing just my undies, I brush my hair to look prettier and put on some mascara, a little blush and some lip gloss. 

Today, mother has laid out a white lacey top and a peach colored skirt.  The skirt is very short and I don't really like that, but mother says it makes me look very pretty. She also told me to take my blue and white purse and to wear my blue shoes with the 2 inch heel and the ankle strap. 

Mother fastened a little necklace around my neck. Then she snapped a few photos of me for her scrapbook like she does every Friday once I am dressed.  


Mother tells me that it is time to go so I get into the car and we start the 45 minute drive to where my Aunt Jenny and my cousins live.