A Reluctant Sissy -- Part 4 - Going into London

I was now getting updates from Mrs. Trainer every couple of weeks regarding my son's feminization transformation.  The latest letter read as follows:

"Dear Mrs. _____, 

Now that our most recent crop of sissy students has been with us for a couple of months, we have added a fun new activity to their schedules.  Every two weeks we get our little sissies all dolled up to spend a fun day in London!  It is so much fun dressing our sissy boys up in the cutest little outfits and to spend an entire day putting them on full display in the busy city.

There is so much to do in London; we usually start our day at a chic salon where the sissies can get their hair and nails done.  The ladies at the salon really enjoy working on our naughty boys and ensure that they all look their very prettiest for the rest of their big day out.  We usually do some shopping for dresses and pretty things at a few boutiques or one of the wonderful London department stores.  Then it's off to downtown (we call it "The City") where we go for lunch at some restaurant crowded with handsome young businessmen.  There is a lot of ogling and leering going on as our sissies try their hardest to ignore all the attention they are getting.  Sometimes a brave young banker will approach one of our tables and try to flirt with one of our boys.  It's very upsetting for our sissies to realize that they have been so feminized that they have become the objects of desire for real men!"

I stopped reading for a moment to take a look at the photos that Mrs. Trainer had included.  My heart nearly stopped when I saw the first photo --  my son in a pretty yellow cardigan, chicly belted around his skinny waist. And this was over a blue polka dot pleated skirt that fell just below his knees.  This was finished with towering pair of open-toe pumps and the same oversized pearl jewelry I had seen in earlier photos.  He looked simply amazing.  So stylish.  Simply gorgeous.  But as always, that naughty boy refuses to smile for the camera!  

I continued reading:

"Our day might include a ballet matinee or high tea at a fancy hotel.  You know -- all the things real ladies love to do.  And our sissies are expected to demonstrate their best behavior and participate enthusiastically in whatever activity we dream up for them.

Of course, your darling Kimberly is so very pretty that he attracts a lot of attention where ever we go.  Doesn't he look so sweet in the little pink and blue sweater and skirt ensemble he's wearing!?!  He wears this outfit so well that I promise that we will send it home with him when his training and transformation here are over."

I looked at the second photo that Mrs. Trainer had enclosed.  It was shocking to see how feminine -- how absolutely lovely -- my rotten son looked.  My mind went into overdrive in that moment, beginning to imagine the new life the two of us would be living when he returned home.  

Mrs. Trainer's letter concluded:

"You may have total confidence that we will complete your son's transformation to our very high standards.  You will be delighted with the lovely and feminine and compliant sissy that you will see in just a few short months.

Sincerely, Mrs. Trainer." 

Sissy Roommate -- Part 9 -- Sissy on Display

It was the last week of Spring semester.  Again, I was doing very poorly in my classes because I was spending so much time and energy in performing my sissy duties for Tank.  I was pretty sure that I hadn't done well on my finals.  Regardless, Tank and I would be leaving our dorm room tomorrow.  Tank would be heading home; I would stay in the area and get a job for the summer.

It was Thursday afternoon and Tank had finished his last final exam that morning.  He seemed pretty happy that finals were done and so he spent most of the afternoon fucking me.  He was just starting in on me for the third time when his cell phone rang.  It was Jefferson, one of his buddies from the football team.  Tank put it on speaker, "Yeah, what's up?" Tank asked.

"Did you forget about this afternoon?" asked the voice on the phone.  "We were all supposed to be at the President's house for the awards ceremony at 4:00. I bet you forgot, didn't you?  Everyone is asking where you are.  You gotta get your ass over here."

"Shit," muttered Tank.  "I'll be there in ten minutes."

"And you're supposed to bring a date," reminded Davis. "Everyone is supposed to bring a date."

"Fuck fuck fuck.  Alright. Later." Tank hung up then barked at me.  "Hurry up and get dressed into something nice. You're coming with me to this awards thing."

"What?"  I asked.

"Just shut up and put on the nicest dress you got.  We have to hurry up."

I did as I was instructed and went to my closet.  I pulled out a cute polka dot dress that I had bought for our Florida vacation.  When Tank emerged from the bedroom, he was wearing a suit and tie.  I was breathless -- I had never seen him wearing a suit.  He looked so, so, so handsome.  My tummy did a somersault just from looking at him.  

"Are we really going to the University President's house?  For an event?  With other people?"  I was in shock.

"That's about right.  I'll explain more on the walk over there."

I quickly put on dress from vacation.  The dress was sleeveless so I added a little white sweater.  I freshened my lipstick and ran a brush through my hair.  I grabbed a purse before Tank pushed me out the door.                                                                                                                As we raced across campus Tank explained that at the end of the year, the new inductees to the school's Athletic Hall of Fame were invited to an event at the President's house.  A bunch of deans and other important people would be there.  And the press.  Tank explained that he was being inducted along with his buddies Jefferson and Jackson, both offensive linemen, both co-captains of the football team, and identical twin brothers!  He said there would be star athletes from other teams but he didn't know who.                                                                               He warned me that I better not to screw up and that everybody had to be totally convinced that I was really a girl -- or he would kill me (I don't think he meant that literally -- but he made his point.)

He told me to tell people that I was a friend of his from his hometown and that we had gone to high school together.  He said that I should say my name is Mary Ellen Molloy.  I agreed to do as he said.                                                                                  I struggled to keep up with him as we made our way across campus as my platform sandals were not made for walking fast.  And as we quickly walked my head was spinning -- first from the thrill and terror of being out on display like this.  Of course I had been out with Tank in Florida but that was different.  We didn't know people in Florida.  But this was campus!  The stakes were completely different.                                                                                                                       But my head was also spinning with the question of what Tank was thinking -- and feeling.  Tank was taking me out, in public, right here on campus.  People would see us together.  People might think we were an item. Should I interpret this as a new step in our relationship?  Was Tank ready for me to be something more than his little sissy sex toy?

I didn't have time to wrestle any further with these questions because we had arrived.  We walked into the President's mansion and there were like 70 people there.  I think I counted about 15 athletes receiving the Hall of Fame award, plus each of them had a date.  There were the senior university officials, including the president and his wife.  Then there were about 20 reporters and photographers there.  I had never been to an event like this -- either as a boy or as a girl.  Everything was so fancy.  Waiters brought around trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres.  I could hear a pianist playing in another room.  It was like being in a movie.                                                                                                                             Immediately, Tank and I went over to his buddies, Jefferson and Jackson. "Glad you could make it," Jackson joked.  Then the two of them noticed me.                                                                                        "Oh shit!" said Jefferson. Then in a low voice, "Is that your fucking sissy?"                                                                            "Oh my God!" I screamed to myself.  I didn't know that Tank had told anyone about me. I started shaking.

"Keep your pants on.  And keep your voices down," Tank growled at them.                                                               Tank was then called away by a photographer leaving me with his two buddies.  "You are so fine," Jackson said as he looked me up and down.                                                             I gulped and managed to squeak out, "Would you excuse me please," and I walked over to the buffet table downing another glass of champagne on the way to calm my nerves.                                                                                                             I barely spent any time with Tank for the next hour and a half; the athletes were mostly talking among themselves, posing for photographs or being cornered by the university bigwigs.  The other male athletes' dates were really nice and we mostly talked among ourselves while our boys were busy.  The President's wife was also very nice and I talked with her for a bit.  I felt like I was pulling it off pretty well and the champagne was helping to give me a little extra courage.

The afternoon was nice but a couple of things made me...uneasy.  First off, Jefferson and Jackson were spending a lot of time looking at me from across the room and whispering to each other when they weren't being hounded by reporters.  That made me really uncomfortable.  The other things was that Tank was spending a lot of time talking to a girl athlete, Amber Destry, a champion swimmer.  Everyone knew who she was because she had been on the Olympic team!  Not only was she an incredible athlete, but she was super gorgeous -- over six feel tall and looked like a real life Barbie -- if Barbie as a champion swimmer.  I will admit to feeling pretty jealous when I saw this.

By 6:00, the event started winding down.  Tank told me to go back to our room on my own because he was going to go have dinner with Jefferson and Jackson.  I wasn't too happy about that but of course I didn't say anything.  I said my good-byes to some of the other girls that were still there and started the walk back to my dorm, alone, a little tipsy from all the champagne, with my head full of questions.

Tank didn't come back to the dorm at all that night. I had to vacate the dorm and turn in my keys by 10:00 the next morning, so I finished packing up my things and left for the summer, never having the chance to say good bye to Tank.

Sissy Roommate Part 8 -- Spring Break Sissy

The rest of the fall and the winter went by quickly.

Of course, Tank set several new school football records -- and the team did make it to a Bowl Game for the first time in decades.  Even though football season ended, Tank continued to train hard all year round.

I continued to put all my effort into serving Tank and making him happy.  My own school work suffered badly -- I did terribly on two of my fall semester finals. But I realize I can't do everything and I have decided that caring for Tank is my top -- and sometimes only -- priority.

You may remember that last fall, Tank had me start taking birth control pills -- female hormones.  I didn't want to at first but Tank insisted.  Well they have had a powerful effect on me!  Almost immediately, I could feel swelling and intense sensitivity in my nipples and breasts.  My butt and thighs have gotten a lot fuller while the rest of me has gotten even skinnier. My complexion became clearer and my skin softer. And my hair started growing much faster and thicker.  There is no doubt that the birth control pills are starting to make me much more like a real girl!

As spring break approached, Tank told me that he was going to Florida.  Some wealthy alumnus was letting Tank use his beachfront condo for the week.  And do you want to know the best part?  Tank asked me to go with him!!!  I leapt into his arms and kissed him so hard when he asked me!  I was over the moon!                                                                         Of course, I didn't own anything I could wear on a vacation in Florida so I had to ask Tank for some extra money to buy some new things, including the super cute bikini I'm wearing in the photo.  What do you think?                                                                                                 When I go to the beach or to the pool, I wear a pair of extremely tight panties so that I'm totally flat in the front.  And I added some special padding to the bra top that helps push my teeny breasts up so that I look like I have boobs like a real girl.

We had  really great time in Florida -- and I had Tank all to myself.   Well, mostly.  He still went to a local gym every day.  But sometimes I went with him.  I was able to take a Zumba dance/exercise class with a bunch of other ladies which was really fun.  

The whole week was a dream.  I would get up extra early to take my shower and to make myself look pretty before Tank even woke up.  Then I would make him breakfast and then Tank would have sex with me.  I think we did it in every room and on every piece of furniture in the condo!  After that would would go out to the beach or to the condo's pool.  I think it really turned Tank on seeing me out in public in my bikinis!  And even though the beach was public, Tank still made me give him secret hand jobs -- right there on the beach!

And in the evenings, Tank would take me out to restaurants and night clubs.  It was like we were really boyfriend and girlfriend!

I was so proud to be seen with Tank.  First of all, he looked so handsome when he put on a nice shirt and pants to go out. And of course, a lot of people would recognize him when we were out and would ask for autographs and selfies.  I felt like I was being escorted by a Hollywood celebrity!  It was so exciting and dreamy!

Tank was so nice to me the whole time we were away.  He even bought me a little gold necklace -- it's a pretty mermaid pendant on a thin gold chain -- for me as a souvenir of our trip.

I was so happy while we were in Florida.  I felt like the time there -- parading around in my bikinis, being on the arm of a handsome man, receiving a lovely piece of jewelry -- was making more feminine, more girlish, every day.  I think the experience was changing how I thought and how I felt about myself -- and how I felt about Tank. One night, as I was sleeping tightly wrapped in Tank's arms, I even dreamed that I was Tank's wife.  Isn't that incredible?  

I'm really in love with Tank.

Sissy Roommate Part 7 -- Romantic Autumn Afternoon

When Thanksgiving week came around, most students left to go home to spend the week with their families.  But Tank had a big game and practices over the Thanksgiving break, so I stayed to be with him.  And when Tank wasn't at his two-a-day practices or in the gym, he was spending his free time with me.  Here some photos that Tank took of me one afternoon.  He had me get all dressed up and we went into the woods.  He brought a bottle of wine and we found a secluded place where we drank it and then had sex -- right there in the woods!                                                                                                                                   As I've said, my life is getting a bit confusing and complicated since I'm spending so much time dressed up and acting as a sissy girl.  Tank is insisting that I should be dressed and made-up like a girl any time that he's in the dorm room!  I want to make Tank happy -- and I certainly don't want him to be angry with me -- but it's really hard for me to do what Tank is demanding.

To give you a sense of how complicated my life has become: I have to be all dressed and looking pretty for Tank when he returns to the dorm around 9:00 after his early morning work-outs.  He's already eaten breakfast with the team but I always have some eggs and toast ready for him when he comes in that I make on the little hot plate we have. While he eats, he likes to watch ESPN on the TV -- and get a blow job from me.  Tank finishes with his breakfast (and with my mouth) a few minutes before 10:00.  Then he goes off to take his shower and do whatever he does all morning (I don't think he goes to a lot of classes).                                                                                                                            But I have 10:00 lectures to get every day -- and no time to wash off my make up and change back into my boy clothes.  At first I was skipping a bunch of lectures but I was really falling behind.  I realized the only way I could keep up with my lessons was to rush over to the lecture halls still dressed as a girl. I keep to myself and try to sit in the back so that I don't attract too much attention.  But sometimes a boy will sit next to me and try to flirt with me.  I guess I find that sort of exciting, but I try not to encourage it too much.

After my morning lectures, I stop by the dining hall -- still dressed as a girl -- and quickly eat my lunch.  At first I thought everyone would notice me, but so far I haven't had any real issues. Then I rush back to the dorm because Tank usually shows up there around 12:30 after he's had lunch with his buddies.  When Tank arrives, we usually make-out for a little while and then he has sex with me.                                                                                                         I had to beg Tank to let me change back into my boy clothes in the afternoons because that's when I have my small classes.  I can get away with sitting in a big lecture hall pretending to be a girl -- but that doesn't work at all for the small classes.  But since I don't have any classes on Friday afternoons, I usually stay dressed as a girl all day long.

Something else happened on that trip to the woods over Thanksgiving.  After Tank had finished fucking me, he handed me a small bag.  "You have to start taking these," he said.  I looked inside and wasn't sure what I was looking at. "They're birth control pills," Tank explained. "You know, female hormones.  They will make you more like a real girl."  I asked him where he got them and he explained that he told the team doctor that he needed the pills for his girlfriend, and the doctor handed him a six-month supply, no questions asked.

"But I don't think boys are supposed to take those," I stammered. "I mean, those are only for real girls."

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid sissy bitch. I said you're going to take them and that's what you're going to do. In fact, take the first one right now!" 

I fumbled with the packaging and managed to pop out a single pill from it's container. I washed it down with the wine.

"Good," said Tank.  "Now suck me off quick before I have to go to practice."

Sissy Roommate -- Part 6 -- Sissy Doubts

Tank has been giving me money almost every week to buy more outfits.  I think it gets him very excited to send me off to the mall with the assignment of buying clothes to wear that will make me look pretty for him.                                                                                    Here's a cute little outfit I bought on my shopping trip last week.  I love this little denim top.  I think it really shows off how skinny I've become since I started dieting extra hard.  I think my arms look so pretty and feminine in this photo.  And of course I bought another short skirt.  I love how this one is just a little bit flouncy and how it moves and swings as I walk.  But it is so short! If I sit or bend over, my lacy panties are on full display for all to see.   

Tank has been sending me out in public dressed as a girl more frequently.  Tank took these pictures of me outside our dorm building before telling me to go to the Student Union to buy some snacks for him.  At first I was super nervous about walking around campus looking this way. But I was really surprised to discover that nobody recognized me.  I guess that's partly because I was always sort of a loner and didn't have any real friends on campus when I was living as a boy.  But I also like to think it's because I look really cute as a girl.  I certainly get some admiring looks and sometimes comments from the boys I pass as I walk around campus.

I think Tank really likes me and that makes me very happy.  He certainly gets excited and wants to have sex with me a lot. But I guess I should tell you that Tank sometimes brings girls -- especially cheerleaders -- back to our room. He says he needs to keep up his image and that people would think it was really strange if he wasn't sleeping with a bunch of girls.  Anyway, the hardest part is when he texts me that he's bringing a girl over and I have to clear out of the dorm room immediately.  And sometimes I'm all dolled up because I was expecting to spend the evening with Tank.  So I have to quickly clean off my make-up and change back into my boy clothes and plan on spending the night sleeping on the couch in the TV room downstairs.  I guess I get a little jealous when Tank is sleeping with girls and sometimes it's hard for me to fall asleep on the couch thinking about him being in bed with them.  But I believe that Tank really loves me -- in his own way -- and that this is just one more way I need to be a good sissy and to be supportive of my man.

As much as I enjoy making Tank happy -- and as natural as it has become for me to dress and act like a girlish sissy -- sometimes I wonder if I am doing the right thing.  Each day I feel a little part of the person I was before I met Tank disappear.  Sometimes I even get confused if I'm even really a boy any more.  Where will all this lead?                                                                      Anyway, tomorrow I'm going ride the bus back to the mall to buy some more clothes. And this time I am going to go dressed as a girl. That way I can try on things in the ladies dressing room and people won't look at me funny when I'm shopping for bras and underwear. I don't think anyone will guess that I'm not really a girl.  Do you?

Sissy Roommate - part 5 -- Some New Clothes

Well, my trip to the mall was quite an adventure.  I had made a list of the things I thought I would need.  More sexy underwear, some sexy tops and some short short skirts were definitely on the list.  I also planned to buy some more make-up and some brushes and sprays to make my hair look nicer.  And I hoped I would have enough money left over for some perfume -- I thought that Tank would really enjoy that.                                                                             But one thing made me extra nervous about my shopping adventure: Tank had also told me to get some clothes to wear outside.  He was going to make me go outside fully dressed as a girl! So I needed to be smart about what I bought since this wasn't just for sissy dress-up games in our dorm room.

Here's one of the outfits I bought for myself on that first trip to the mall.  Don't you like this cute little top?  I didn't realize when I bought it that it wouldn't even cover my tummy!  But I think it looks super cute.  And I think it looks nice with the short plaid skirt I bought.  I also bought some shoes and a bag that I could take outside with me.

Here's a close-up of my face.  I think you can see that I've gotten a lot better with my make-up.  I think I look very pretty in this photo.                                                                                         Maybe you can tell that I have plucked my eyebrows into a pretty arch shape.  That, along with some eyeliner and mascara, helps make my eyes look extra big and pretty.                                                                                             And Tank really likes it when I wear lipstick.  With some practice, I've gotten really good at putting it on. I spent a little more to get extra long wearing lipstick because regular lipstick doesn't stay on for very long since Tank likes kissing me so much.

And as you can see, Tank was true to his word.  He made me go outside behind our dorm to take these photos.  I was so scared that someone would see me as we went out the back stairs.  But the sensation of being outside dressed as a girl was so exciting!  I loved the feeling of the cool fall air on my exposed skin.  I loved posing for my man as he took dozens of photos of me.                                                                                                And I could tell that Tank was getting excited by taking me outside and making pose for photos.  Because when he was done taking pictures, he grabbed me by the wrist and rushed me back upstairs to our dorm room.  "All fours!  Now!" he growled. I quickly did as I was ordered and positioned myself on my hands and knees on the floor.  Tank pulled down his pants and approached me from behind, lifting up my skirt and pulling down my lacy panties.  Tank loves to fuck me in all sorts of different positions -- but I think he likes it best when I'm on my hands and knees.  I love it when he spanks my bottom while his dick is pumping in and out of me.  It gets me so excited when Tank says how tight my "pussy" is while he's fucking me.  I have to admit that it's pretty painful when Tank fucks me because his cock is so enormous. Sometimes it hurts so much that I cry while Tank is pounding away at me.  But it also makes me feel so happy and fulfilled to be pleasing Tank and to submit to him so completely.

Sexy Beach Sissy

Sam is a total sissy.  He loves dressing up in his sister's clothes and pretending that he's a girl. He used to do it only around the house when his parents were out.  But now that he has his driver's license, he likes to go out in public as "Samantha."  Sometimes he goes to bars and clubs. Sometimes he'll walk around the mall or the park.  But his favorite thing to do is to hang out at the beach.

He saved enough money working part-time jobs to buy an old VW van.  This is both his car and his dressing room.  Every day during the summer, he leaves the house early in the morning as Sam. He drives to a quiet place to park and climbs in the back of the van and transforms into Samantha.  He fixes his shaggy black hair in a way that looks cute and feminine.  He does his make-up -- he loves wearing lots of bright red lipstick!   He puts on a bikini with just enough fabric to hide his fake boobs. And he wears a super tight panty under his bikini bottoms so that he is perfectly flat and smooth in front. Lastly, he puts on some dangly earrings and sprays himself with a flowery perfume. Once he is satisfied with his look, Samantha continues the drive to the beach.

On most days, Samantha arrives at the beach before there is any real action there so he hangs in the van and listens to the radio. There are a bunch of regulars that are also around early in the morning -- maintenance workers, cops, vendors, lifeguards -- heading into work. Samantha knows a lot of these men by name and a bunch of them go out of their way to swing by the van and flirt with the pretty brunette girl for a little while.  Samantha's favorites are the cops and the lifeguards.

Sometimes if the cop or the lifeguard is especially cute, Samantha will invite him into the van to make-out. The really lucky ones get to go into the back of the van where Samantha will wrap those pouty, red, slick lips around their cocks and suck them off.

But that's just the start of Samantha's day.

By now the beach is starting to fill up. Samantha grabs his towel and sunglasses and heads out across the quickly warming sand. The trick for Samantha is to find the right spot on the beach where he will attract a lot of attraction from the boys hanging out there.  He knows that sometimes big groups of older boys hang out on the stretch of beach just past the pier. There are fewer people out there and it's a perfect place to throw a football around.  Samantha will find a promising group of boys and place his towel just near enough that the boys will definitely notice him.  It never takes long before one or two brave boys will venture over a strike up a conversation with the cute brunette laying on her towel.  A little flirting, a little giggling and Samantha will easily hook one unsuspecting boy.

"Would you please put some sunscreen on my back?" Samantha will ask a guy he is interested in.  No boy has ever answered "no." Samantha gets a rush of sensual pleasure feeling a boy's strong, rough hands spreading lotion on his soft shoulders and back.

Some of the boys get the chance to go for a walk down the beach with Samantha.  Samantha likes how it feels when a big strong boy wraps his arm around his skinny, exposed shoulders. His pulse quickens when a boy pulls him close as they walk side-by-side. It makes Samantha feel so feminine. The walk along the beach often leads to some making out under the pier.  Samantha likes pressing up against a strong young man while they make out.  He especially likes feeling his admirer's dick get hard as they kiss.














And the luckiest boys -- the most handsome, most muscular, most studly ones -- get invited back to the van for a special treat. He starts off by getting these boys aroused with his mouth, licking and sucking their dicks until they are nearly ready to cum, But before they do, Samatha quickly repositions himself so that the boy is on top of him. With his soft hands he finishes the job so that that boy shoots his hot cum all over Samantha's flat, exposed, lotion covered belly.  

The boys at the beach don't know Samantha's secret. But now you do. So would you go into the back of the his van with him if he invited you? Of course you would.

My Sissy Neighbor -- Part 11: Some BIG Changes

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A Sissy Nanny -- Part 3

The first time I realized that the lactation hormones I was feeding my Sissy Susie were working was when he started leaking milk!  One night Greg was screaming at Susie for something that he had done wrong, which Greg does very often.  While Susie was standing there, eyes lowered, accepting Greg's abuse, wet stains started to appear on the front of his maid's uniform.  "What the fuck is happening?" Greg yelled at Susie.  "Are you cumming out your tits?"  I thought that was really funny.  Poor Susie was so confused.  He had no idea that I had added the lactation drug to his daily diet of hormones.

We love making Susie leak - it has become a new hobby for Greg and me.  We learned we could make Susie leak just by yelling at him -- or by making him watch while Greg and I get romantic.   

Because we got so much enjoyment from making him leak, I threw out all of Susie's old bras and now only allow him to wear half cup bras that expose his nipples.  I also added a few satin blouses to his wardrobe.  Because of the lactation meds, Sissy Susie's nipples have grown really big and pointy.  And when he wears his new bras and blouses, his nipple are very prominent, sticking out beneath his blouse for for all to see.  And when he leaks, the satin blouses really show off the dark, wet stains.

Like I said, Greg and I have learned to make Susie leak whenever we want.  All Greg has to do is to start shouting at Susie and, voila, the milk starts flowing.  We can be out shopping and Greg will get into Susie's face and start shouting at him about how pathetic and stupid he is.  Then the dark, wet stains start to form on his blouse.  He usually starts crying at the embarrassment of leaking in public as well as the reminder that he even lacks control over his own sissified body.

Susie's boobs also start squirting every time he watches us get romantic.  We have always made Susie be our "attendant' while we make love.  He stands silently in the corner of our room while Greg and I get it on.  That way Susie is always ready to do whatever we need -- fetching us a drink or cleaning up our wet messes.   But nowadays while watching Greg fuck me, we get the added fun of watching Susie's boobs start squirting uncontrollably.  It must be humiliating beyond all imagination for Sissy Susie, his own body betraying him while watching his own wife get wildly fucked by a real man.

A Sissy Nanny -- Part 2

Turning your ex husband into a full time Sissy Nanny is so rewarding.  You get to have all the fun of becoming a Mommy without having to do any of the work!  That's what Sissy Nannies are for.  Plus you get to enjoy watching your pathetic ex-husband work himself to exhaustion caring for the baby that your lover fathered.  It doesn't get any better than that!  Or does it?

There have been amazing advances in medicine recently.  Did you know that there are now drugs that encourage lactation?  It's true.  That means your Sissy Nanny can breast feed your baby!  You can create your own Sissy Wet Nurse!

When I learned about this, I was so excited!  I wanted to have my sissy ex-husband breastfeed my lover's child.  I called Ms. Trainer and she directed me to a doctor who would prescribe the meds.

It takes a little while, but after a few weeks of pumping your sissy full of these hormones, his breasts will start to balloon -- and voila!  Before you know it your confused little sissy will start leaking milk, having no idea what you have just done to him.  My Sissy Susie started sobbing when I explained he was now a wet nurse.  I punished him severely for that and reminded him, "There's no point crying over spilled milk!"  That joke still makes me laugh.


Anyway, it took a little coaching, but Nanny Susie (that's what we call him now) soon got the hang of breastfeeding. It turns out that my strong little Greggie Jr. has quite the appetite.  It seems like he is forever latched onto Nanny Susie's boobs, sucking away, day and night.  Greggie Jr.'s feedings leave Sissy Susie's nipples so red and raw and sore. Poor little Nanny Susie!  Just kidding.  I don't give a shit.




Doesn't little Greggie Jr. look cute in this picture?  He simply attacks those breasts when he's hungry. I can tell Greggie is going to grow into a real man, just like his father.   And just look at how huge Nanny Susie's tits are in this photo.  And I swear they are still getting bigger!




And here's a photo I took of Greggie nursing when we were on vacation in Florida.  Greg Sr. and I had such fun, playing golf, riding jet skis, dining out, going to clubs.  Nanny Susie kept busy taking care of my baby.  Here are the two of them by the pool.  I love making Nanny Susie nurse in public. Nanny Sissy looks so tired in this photo, doesn't he?  I guess that's because a Sissy Nanny's work is never done. And don't forget, just because your sissy is caring for and breastfeeding your baby, there is absolutely no reason that you and your lover can't still enjoy what's important -- like having your sissy serve you breakfast in bed each morning and all the other services your sissy performed before you had a baby.

Last night, after Nanny Susie had put Greggie to bed, cleaned up the dinner dishes and finished all his other evening chores, Greg Sr. and I shared some marvelous news with him.  I'm pregnant again!  And this time it's twins!

A Sissy Nanny -- Part 1

It feels like you have done it all, right?  You have taken that wimpy husband of yours and completely feminized him into your own personal sissy maid.  Then you got a new lover -- a real man this time. Then you moved your lover into your home (and into your bedroom!) and forced your sissy maid ex-husband to wait on both of you hand-and-foot.  Your life is wonderful!  

But of course you want more.

Why not start a family?  Think how beautiful your baby will be using your new lover's seed!  And think how convenient it will be to have full-time live in sissy nanny to care for your little baby!

That's what I decided to to.  I stopped taking the pill and my lover, Greg, and I got seriously busy to get me pregnant. When I told my sissy maid ex-hubby -- we call him Susie now -- that I was pregnant with my lover's baby, oh how the tears started to flow!  

But when I explained to Susie that he would be the nanny caring for the baby, I thought my poor sissy was going to faint -- it was a delicious moment.  "Yes, Susie," I patiently explained, "For the next 18 years or so, you will be caring for my lover's child -- 24/7!"  That's when Sissy Susie actually DID faint!  (Of course I later punished Susie for fainting and not appropriately expressing his joy that I was pregnant.)

Throughout my pregnancy, I insisted that Susie accompany me to every doctor's appointment, every Lamaze class.  And Susie was right there in the delivery room when my baby boy was born -- and Susie stayed with me in the hospital every minute until the three of us went home.

My baby is now nearly a year old and Sissy Susie is proving to be a wonderful nanny. Susie changes every diaper, handles every midnight feeding -- everything.  In fact, after the baby arrived and as soon as I was able, Greg and I took a three week trip to Bermuda so I could recover.  Sissy Susie took care of little Greggie Jr. while we were away.  

I just love this photo.  I took it on Easter morning.  I dolled Sissy Susie up in this cute pink dress with a big, pretty Easter corsage. Don't you just love the pink ribbon in his hair!  Susie minded Greggie Jr. while Greg Sr. and I went to church and then to brunch.  Doesn't Susie look happy? I think ALL of us are happy now that my sissy ex-husband is truly fulfilling his destiny, living a life of extreme service and extreme femininity as my full time sissy nanny.