Saturday, April 23, 2016

My Sissy Neighbor -- Part 1

Andy has lived next door to me ever since I can remember.  We've been in the same grade and attended the same schools since kindergarten.  Andy has some big secrets that only my mom and I know.

Andy has always been...different.  I have known that he is a sissy for many years.  When we were little, he used to come over to my house almost every day after school.  He never wanted to play boy games or run around outside. Instead he loved staying inside with me, playing with my Barbies together, having tea parties with me and my stuffed animals, playing dress up in my mother's closet -- that sort of stuff. To me he was just like a sister and best girlfriend all in one. My mother saw all of this.  She was concerned about Andy and his sissy tendencies. But she was more concerned about his home life.  Andy's parents were a mess -- his father unemployed and abusive and his mother a big drinker.  There was always a lot of yelling going on in their house. Mom was happier when Andy was at our house.  At least she knew he was safe and felt cared for here.

As Andy got older, to other kids at school he just seemed to get weirder. When we got to high school, he had let his hair grow long and even partially bleached it.  He was also incredibly skinny and his clothes were all black and goth. He usually kept the hood of his black sweatshirt pulled up over his head.  And even if you did see he long hair, he kept it pulled back in a sloppy pony tail in a way that made him look more like a rocker than a sissy. He really kept to himself; he didn't have any friends except for me. The other kids thought that he was so odd that they didn't even bother to tease him. But I knew he wasn't so strange. He just had a secret life that he wanted to protect and being a loner was the best way to do it.

You see, almost every night, Andy disappears and his alter ego, Anita, comes alive.

Andy has told his parents that he works as a dishwasher at a restaurant on the other side of town six nights a week -- Tuesday through Sunday.  They don't bother to check up on him and since he contributes the $300 every week to help pay for the family's rent money, no one complains.  But Andy doesn't wash dishes at a restaurant.  Andy, or rather Anita, is one of the hostesses at Club Satin, an expensive "gentlemen's club" downtown. And he doesn't earn $300 per week. He earns about $1,500 every week.  It's true.

And when he's all dolled up at Anita, no one would ever know that "she" is really a "he."  I mean, just look at this photo!  He's incredibly beautiful as a girl!

How does he do this with no one else knowing?  Because my mom and I help him.  He leaves his house around 5:00 in the afternoon and drives his beat-up used car over to my house where he pulls into our garage. He then takes the next hour or so changing from Andy to Anita.  And he is absolutely amazing with make-up and his hair. He keeps all his supplies at our house: his make-up, his dresses and shoes, his bras and panties, his jewelry, his padding for his hips and boobs, the works.

His ratty pony-tail gets combed out into a pretty style that just brushes his shoulders.  His lips are crazy full and sensual.  He eyes look huge and sexy underneath his heavy false eyelashes.  Then around 6:00, when he is ready to head to work, he lets mom and me admire the finished product.  We are always incredibly complimentary about how pretty he is.  I know he likes hearing the support especially from my mom.  She tells him to "be careful" every time before he gets back into his car and drives to the club. 

2 comments:

  1. Welcome back. I have a feeling that this is going to be one of your best sets ever. I love the photo. it reminds me of someone. Looking forward to more chapters.

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  2. I bet lots of sissies wish they had a situation like Andy/Anita. A safe haven where they can be accepted and even loved while being their true inner self. I'm SO looking forward to reading this story!

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