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 2 -- The First Time

As I said, I am Tank's full-time sissy girlfriend now.  I wear only girl clothes and make-up and I keep my hair long and in a very feminine style. I diet to stay super skinny.  I slather my body with creams and lotions to keep my skin soft.  I do this all to please Tank.  I haven't seen Tank all summer and he should be arriving any minute. Here are some photos Tank took of me last spring. He likes it when I wear really short skirts.

But I wasn't always a girlish sissy living only to serve a demanding, strong alpha-male. My life changed completely that first day that I met him.

"Come over here," Tank said, without even bothering to ask my name.  "I have a cramp in my leg.  I need you to massage it for me."  Tank pulled off the sweat pants he had been wearing, revealing a thin pair of nylon gym shorts.

I did not want to do what Tank was asking.  "I don't know anything about massages or..." I started to explain.

"Just do it now!" he demanded, pointing to his thigh.


I don't know why, but I complied with his order.  I figured he was an important athlete and that I should try to help him out if I could.  I knelt by his bed and started rubbing his thigh.

"Mmm.  Yeah.  That's good.  Rub harder.  Yeah," he said.  I was pleased that I was doing it right.  "You're hands are so soft.  Like a girl's."  I felt embarrassed when he said that but I kept on rubbing his thigh.

"Now jerk me off," Tank said as if it were the most natural request in the world. I was completely shocked when he said that.  I pulled away from him and said I wouldn't do that.  "Yes you will," he insisted.  With one hand he yanked down his shorts and with the other he grabbed my wrist and forced my hand on his enormous dick.  "Do it," he commanded, keeping his hand firmly wrapped around my wrist.  I was really scared and no match for this mountain of a man.  I wrapped my fingers around his huge cock and started stroking him, pumping him.  "Yeah, bitch! That's it!"  His breathing got more rapid and his dick started swelling.

"You know," he said, "You sort of look like a girl.  You got long hair and no muscles.  Yeah, I think we're going to pretend that you really are a girl."  He was really panting now.

"Use your mouth, bitch" he ordered.  No way I was going to that, but Tank grabbed hold of my hair and forced my head to his crotch.  I sealed my lips tightly closed, but with his other hand, Tank pinched my nose so I couldn't breathe. "Open wide, slut," he said with a laugh. As I opened my mouth to gasp for air, Tank jammed his dick into my mouth.  With both of his hands now tightly holding my head in place, I had no ability to move or fight back.  And in an instant, Tank's cock exploded, filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of his hot, sticky cum.

When he was done with me, he roughly shoved me away.  "Next time, wear a dress and some make-up or something so it won't feel so gay."

"What the fuck," was all I could think, as I pulled myself up from the floor and ran out of the room. 

Taking my Sissy Husband on Vacation

My husband and I are having the most wonderful vacation together.  That's me in the photo on the left, the brunette in the black dress.  But that's not my husband in the photo! That's my new vacation boyfriend, Jerry.  I met Jerry earlier this week at the resort bar.  You see my husband is not a real man like Jerry.  My husband is a feminine, submissive sissy. 

That's my sissy husband in this photo -- the pretty blonde "lady" in the sexy gold dress.  His real name is Martin, but he is living only as "Tina" this week while we are on vacation.  And as you can see, Tina landed a handsome new vacation boyfriend too! His name is Darren.

My Tina is very, very good at passing as a woman.  He works hard at keeping his body slender through a strict diet and body-sculpting exercises.  He keeps his hair long all the time, but dyed it and had it styled especially for this trip.

Don't you think they make a cute couple?  Darren is everything that my Martin/Tina isn't. He's strong, confident and decisive.  A real Alpha male! I love seeing Tina with Darren. It seems like Tina doesn't have a single idea of his own when he's with his hunky new boyfriend -- Tina seems only capable of agreeing with whatever Darren says and whatever Darren wants to do.

I love seeing how Tina behaves when he's with a real man!  That's why I planned this vacation to a singles resort.  Although we have been out together as two women many times before -- to restaurants and bars and so on -- we had never taken a week-long vacation like this before.  For Tina -- and for me -- it is a wild, new experience!

I know my sissy husband enjoys his time as Tina.  I know that his need to express him feminine side is far too powerful for him to resist.  And being in the arms of a strong, masculine man is so exciting for him, throwing his feminine feelings into overdrive. But tricking a man to believe that you are a real woman when you are not is playing with fire!  And Tina knows this. Each moment he spends with an unsuspecting man fills Tina with equal parts excitement -- and fear that his secret will be revealed.

Tina and Darren have been an item for three days now -- and we have three days left in our vacation.  Can Tina keep up the act for the rest of our vacation without letting Darren find out the truth?  I certainly hope so.  I expect that Darren would be furious beyond belief if he learned that the woman he was falling for was really a man.

So how does Tina manage to keep his secret? Well, the first night was easy --  just some flirting and a little pawing at the resort bar, with a brief good night kiss at the end of the evening.  By day 2, things were heating up, with some heavy making out during the day and a hand job in Darren's room at the end of the evening.  (His cock is enormous, Tina reports!) 

Today is day 3 of their steamy relationship.  I caught Tina and Darren making out like crazy earlier today -- including in the swimming pool!  Now we are all dressed up for a double date together.  First we'll have some Happy Hour cocktails, then a romantic, candlelit dinner together, followed by dancing at the outdoor bar until late. It's what happens after that that has Tina very nervous.

"You better hope he likes blow jobs!" I told Tina. "And I hope you are really good at giving them.  Because he is going to expect to get some serious action from you. And since he can't fuck you, you better find some other way to keep him interested." Tina has practiced giving blow jobs on the strap-on dildo I sometimes use on Tina's backside.  But Tina has never had a real cock in his mouth -- or down his throat.

 

Of course, I've been fucking my new vacation boyfriend every chance I get this week.  We run off to his room a couple of times during the day and of course in the evening. He is amazing in bed! And I always give Tina a detailed report on my sexual encounters with Jerry.

I really hope that Tina -- and his pretty mouth -- can keep Darren satisfied and unaware of the truth. They make such a cute couple and Darren really seems rather smitten by Tina. And I can tell Tina is really falling for Darren.

Keep your fingers crossed that Tina can really pull it off. With a little luck -- and a lot of sucking -- Tina just might come home with wonderful memories of his romantic vacation with Darren -- and a tummy full of Darren's hot, sticky cum!

 

Mommy's Pajama Sissy -- Part 9

Tammy never shared with me all the details of his date with Steve. But it was very clear to me that Tammy had had an amazingly romantic and passionate evening.

But now Steve was gone, having moved to New York, and I could tell My Little Princess missed him, even though they had only been together on one exciting date.  But the last day of school was fast approaching and that was something good to look forward to.

At Tommy's high school, they have a fun tradition where the graduating seniors -- of which Tommy was one -- come to school in their pajamas on the last day of school.  Of course Tommy had never been one to get very involved in school activities.  He never went to football games or pep rallies or things like that. So I wasn't sure if he would even want to participate in Senior PJ Day, as they call it.

Well, he DID want to participate. And he wanted to participate in a very special way.

"Mother," he said to me. "I've been hiding all my girlish feelings from everyone for so long, always pretending to be someone that I'm not.  Well, tomorrow is PJ Day -- and it's the last day of school forever. So I want to go to PJ Day as Tammy.  The real me.  In a nightgown.  And if people don't like it, well fuck 'em!"

Tammy had never used language like that in front of me before.  It showed how strongly he felt about what he wanted to do.  So I gave him my full support.

Senior PJ Day arrived and we both got up extra early.  We took extra time getting Tammy ready for "her" very first appearance at Tommy's high school.  I warned Tammy that people would be shocked and that he would probably get some pretty strong reactions from people.  But Tammy was determined.

We hadn't discussed it before, so I asked Tammy, "So what exactly are you going to wear today.  Which nightgown have you chosen?"

Tammy replied.  "I have a favor to ask. Can I borrow your white night gown and robe set?"                                                                                  "You mean the one with the eyelet and lace trim? And the buttons down the front?  I haven't worn that one in years.  Well, I guess you can borrow it.  But, it's a bit...grown up and...romantic to wear to school."                                                                                                    "I understand. But it's what I want to do." And with that, I dug out the nightgown set from deep in my lingerie drawer.                                                                                           Tammy put it on and he looked absolutely stunning.                                                                               Ten minutes later I was driving him to school.  His hair and make-up were perfect. He wore just a bit of perfume.  As we pulled up to the front of the school, I asked one more time, "Are you sure you want to do this?"                                                                                             

 "I've never been more sure of anything." And off he went to the entrance of the school.

All morning I worried about My Little Princess being at school looking like a bride on her wedding night.  I kept me cell phone with me in case I got a call and needed to rush to school.  But no call ever came.  At 1:00, I drove back to the school to pick up Tammy, as the last day always ended early.

"How did it go?!?!" I asked excitedly as Tammy climbed into the car.

"It was great!" Tammy said with a smile.  And he proceeded to tell me all about his day. 

Mommy's Pajama Sissy -- part 7

 

Tammy was having a magical time at the fancy tea dance, being led on the dance floor by his handsome date, Steve.  Tammy allowed himself to be carried away by the experience, resting his head on Steve's shoulder.  And when Steve leaned in to kiss Tammy, Tammy didn't resist at all.  Deep kisses continued on the dance floor as the band played a slow, romantic song.

"I'm going to miss you when I leave for New York on Monday. Do you think you will be able to visit me?" Steve said.

That question triggered something in Tammy's head that he decided to act on.  "Steve," Tammy whispered in his ear as they danced, "I haven't been completely honest with you."

"Oh, really?" Steve replied, having no idea what he was going to hear next. "Well, now might be a good time to set the record straight. I'm ready. Let me hear it."

"Well," Tammy said softly into his ear. "For one thing, I'm not really 22 years old like I said last night. I'm 18."

"Yikes!" Steve responded with real surprise. "That makes me much older than you. I really shouldn't be dating 18 year old girls. Well, at least you're...legal.  I'm going to need to think about this. But in the meantime, please lay off the champagne.  You shouldn't be drinking."  Tammy agreed.  "Was there something else? Steve asked.

"Well, yes," Tammy started. "This is a bit hard to explain, but I wasn't exactly born this way. I mean, gender-wise.  I haven't always been a girl like this."

"Are you saying that your trans?" Steve whispered back to Tammy. "Wow, that is a surprise. But you're so...feminine. I would never have thought. I suppose you transitioned when you were young.  Wow, there is a lot to learn about you!"

To Steve's credit, he seemed more concerned with Tammy being 18 than the fact that his date was a transwoman.

"It's not exactly like that," Tammy whispered back. "I...I...I," Tammy stammered.

"You what?" Steve prompted, struggling to keep his voice at a whisper.

"Steve, I'm a boy," Tammy explained simply.  Steve went a little pale. 

They retreated back to their table where Steve said, "Look, there is a lot we need to talk about but we can't talk here. I was planning to take you out to dinner later, but maybe we should just go back to my folk's place and talk in private there.  Is that OK with you? Tammy agreed and off they went.

Mommy's Pajama Sissy -- Part 6

When Steve returned from the rest room, I made an excuse that I saw friends across the room that I wanted to talk to.  That gave Steve and Tammy some alone time.  When I returned about 15 minutes later, Steve said that he needed to leave so we said our good-byes and he left.                                                                                                                 "Well?" I said to My Little Princess.                                                                                                              "He asked me out for tomorrow.  And I said yes." Tammy replied with a bit of embarrassment in his voice.  I squealed with delight at the news and gave Tammy a bit hug.  Tammy gave me the details.  Steve's family belongs to a fancy country club just outside of town. There was a "tea dance" scheduled for Sunday -- tomorrow -- afternoon.  Steve would pick up Tammy at 2:00 and head over to the club.                                                                                    "Oh what fun! I think the little black dress we bought yesterday would be perfect.  Don't you agree?" I said.                                                                                                                                                                 "I guess so," Tammy replied uncertainly. "I don't really know about any of this..."                                                                                                                "Oh, don't be nervous. We'll make you the prettiest girl at the dance and you will be full of confidence. But for now, we should get home so you can get a good night's sleep before your big date tomorrow!"  And so we left. 

Sunday morning was very busy with getting Tammy ready for his big date with Steve. After breakfast, we spent all morning making Tammy look his prettiest.  We did his hair and his make-up.  He wore some of the new underwear we had bought at the mall just two days ago.  He slipped on his pretty new black dress, its straps accentuating Tammy's delicate shoulders, its neckline plunging intriguingly low.  I lent Tammy a chucky necklace and some strappy black sandals that went well with his outfit.                                                                                     "Mother," Tammy asked as he was admiring his own reflection in the mirror, "Don't you think I need to be honest with Steve about....everything? I mean, it doesn't seem very nice to be tricking him this way."                                                                                                                                               "Well," Mother replied, "I think you will need to figure out what needs to be said and when over time.  Don't worry about it too much right now.  Just try to have a good time and enjoy the experience. But if you decide at some point that you want to give Steve the truth, well that will be up to you.  But be thoughtful -- actions have consequences."                                                                                        Tammy was still thinking about his mother's advice when, at 2:00 sharp, Steve pulled up to the house in his BMW and off they went.                                                                                                                       Well, Tammy had never been to a fancy country club, let alone a tea dance, even as Tommy.  The experience was thrilling for him.  The valet parked Steve's car and Tammy entered on Steve's arm.  Waiters were passing trays of champagne and Tammy took one and drank it quickly.  Steven found a little table near the window where they sat and chatted. Older couples -- friends of Steve's parents, Tammy figured out -- would stop their to say hello to Steve. Each time Steve would proudly introduce Tammy as "his friend."  Everyone was friendly and polite.

When the jazz ensemble started playing again after a break, Steve asked Tammy to dance, and Tammy agreed. Tammy was really starting to relax, having had three glasses of champagne by this point in the afternoon.  "Why did they call it a tea dance if all they served was champagne?" he wondered to himself, as Steve led him to the dance floor and wrapped his arms around his pretty date.                                   

Mother's Pretty Little Sissy Daughter -- Part 2 -- Getting Ready for a Sissy Day

*** This is a continuation of a story from 2012.  To find Part 1, click on the "Sissy Jessica" Label in the right margin of the blog.  Enjoy! ***                                                                             As you already know, I have been pushing my son, Jesse, to embrace his feminine side.  In fact, I want him to become my daughter, Jessica, full-time.  Jesse is much too pretty to be a boy I think. And I tell him that almost every day.

I encourage my little Jesse to dress up as Jessica every chance he gets.  I do everything I can to get Jesse to think of himself as a girl.  I want him to let go of being a boy and to embrace a completely and permanent feminine existence.

Jesse still goes to school as a boy, but he spends all his time at home as a girl.  He has been living this way for almost six months.  He has become so naturally feminine that it has become unbearably painful for me when he reverts to being a boy.  And over that time, Jesse's hair has started to grow out long and beautiful and his body is slender and pretty as a result of the strict diet I keep him on.

As soon as he gets home from school and throughout the weekends, there is no sign of Jesse, only Jessica.

And because he spends so much time as Jessica, he has become very girlish and feminine. And he very talented at doing his hair and make-up.  Here are some photos I took of Jesse getting ready to spend a Saturday with me as mother and daughter.  He starts his day with a warm bubble bath, soaking in a tub where fragrant oils soften his skin. The experience relaxes and prepares his body and mind for a day of feminine fun.

After his bath he applies lotions to his skin before he begins to do his hair and make-up. Since he has been doing his own hair and make-up almost every day for several months, he has become a true expert at making himself look beautiful.   

I have a fun and exciting day planned for the two of us.  First, we will go to the big shopping mall that is about 20 minutes away.   We'll shop for dresses and lingerie at the big department stores.  Jessica always gets so nervous when I push him into a ladies dressing room to try on things.  Then we"ll head downtown for lunch at a restaurant we like. 

 I haven't told Jessica this yet, but there is a huge car show going on downtown.  The streets will be crowded with people and we'll probably have to park far away.  And of course the car show attracts men -- and teenage boys -- by the thousands.  So Jessica will get plenty of attention and admiring looks -- and comments, I expect -- from the men and boys we will be walking past.

Doesn't that sound like fun?

Now hurry along and finish getting ready, Jessica.  We have a busy day planned!

A Pretty Little Sissy for Ms. Jones -- Part 2

"Good," said Ms. Jones with a satisfied smile. "Because I want us to become very special friends." And with that she took of the blouse and skirt she had been wearing and stood in front of Veronica in just her bra and panties. Sissy Veronica's eyes nearly popped out of his head having never seen a woman undressed in real life, let alone a sexy, curvy goddess like Ms. Jones.

"Now tell me, Veronica, tell me that you want to be a beautiful woman like me.  Say it!"

"Oh, yes, Ms. Jones, I want to be a beautiful woman just like you!"  Ms. Jones smiled with great satisfaction.

"Now come here, Veronica," Ms. Jones instructed.  She wrapped her arms around the sissy's narrow shoulders and pulled him close to her enormous breasts.  She kissed him hard on the lips and let her hands start to explore Veronica's skinny, smooth body.

"Now, Veronica, I want you to start kissing me all over my body," Ms. Jones instructed and sissy Veronica did as he was told, starting at Ms. Jones' neck and working his way down to her breasts, her belly and beyond.

As Ms. Jones looked into her new sissy plaything's eyes, she thought about all the fun they would have together.  She thought about how exciting it will be to attack her sweet young thing with an enormous strap-on dildo, taking Veronica's sissy virginity away from him.  She thought about how much fun it will be to invite her friends over -- men and women -- and to share her sissy plaything with them.  She started thinking about having a couple of giant studs spit-roast the little sissy -- one dick in his mouth, the other up his sissy pussy -- while she filmed it for the internet.  That thought made her pussy very wet!

"Now, Veronica, you have to understand that your are a sissy and that you now belong to me.  That means you have to do everything I tell you to do, without question or hesitation.  Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Ms. Jones, I understand," Sissy Veronica softly replied.

"What do you understand, sissy?"

"That I am your sissy and that I now belong to you.  And that I must do everything you tell me to do," the sissy repeated back.







"Good, sissy," Ms. Jones replied.  "Now take off your bra and panties and put on this condom.  I am going to let you fuck me with your itty-bitty sissy-dickie-wickie."  Ms. Jones laughed.

Sissy Veronica stripped as ordered and put on the condom.  Ms. Jones instructed him exactly what she wanted him to do to bring her pleasure.  And he did it.  She had the most explosive and satisfying orgasm she had had in years.  Sissy Veronica came as well, of course.  It was the most exciting moment of his life.





"Remove the condom very carefully, sissy, and hand it to me.  Now close your eyes, tilt your head back and open your mouth."  Sissy Veronica did as ordered without question.  And as he did, Ms. Jones emptied the contents of the condom into the sissy's open mouth, squeezing every last drop of sissy cum out onto Veronica's tongue.  "That's a good sissy," Ms. Jones breathed. "Swallow it all, every drop.  Sissies have to eat cum every day, so get used to it.  Some days it will be your cum, but many days it will be another man's cum."







Ms. Jones handed Sissy Veronica the white bra and panty he had been wearing earlier.  "Put these back on and wear them under your clothes tonight and at school tomorrow.  You better be wearing them when you come to my house immediately after school.   Do you understand?"

Sissy Veronica put on the bra and panties and got dressed to go home.  "Yes, Ms. Jones.  I understand completely."

A Pretty Little Sissy for Ms. Jones -- Part 1

This is Ms. Jones. She is a forty-ish divorcee with an incredible body and some pretty kinky ideas. While she dates a lot of men, she rarely feels satisfied with conventional relationships. She's tried being with other women and with groups -- but nothing has ever really felt completely fulfilling. That all changed when she got to know Vernon, the boy who lives next door.

Ms. Jones and Vernon have a secret that they share. Actually they have several secrets. One secret is that Vernon is a little sissy fairy who loves to dress up and act like a girl. The other secret is that Ms. Jones has turned sissy Vernon into her feminized love toy.

Ms. Jones had known for some time that Vernon was a little sissy. She had discovered that Vernon was accidentally using the Wi-Fi signal from her house to access the internet. With a little help she was able to monitor the internet sites Vernon visited and even read his emails and blog posts! Well, Ms. Jones learned that Vernon was into some wild stuff. Little Vernon was visiting a bunch of hardcore tranny sites -- including this blog! -- and was exchanging emails with some other sissies and admirers. Thinking that all his internet activity was anonymous, Vernon wrote long emails and posts about how he loved dressing up like a girl, how he longed for someone to turn him into a woman with large breasts, and on and on.

Ms. Jones found it very exciting to be the only person in the world who knew Vernon's secret. She would sometimes subconsciously touch herself as she spied on her little sissy neighbor's internet antics. Over time she found herself thinking about Vernon obsessively, finding the idea of a girly-sissy boy arousing. She decided to take action.

One day when Vernon was taking the garbage cans out and was all alone, Ms. Jones approached him. "Vernon, I have something very important to talk to you about. But I am only going to say this once so listen carefully. I know you are a little sissy crossdresser." Vernon was about to say something to try to deny it but Ms. Jones would have none of it. "Shut up!" she snarled sharply, causing Vernon to jump. "I told you to listen to me and I meant it!" she said in a growling, commanding way. "I know you are a sissy faggot and that's OK with me. I don't plan on telling your mother or anyone -- if you do what I ask of you. Do I have your attention?"

Vernon nodded meekly. Ms. Jones noted with satisfaction how easy it was to dominate him with just a few strong words. She also noted that even dressed as a boy he looked rather girlish, his long brown hair hanging over his rather delicate features.

"Now, I think you are going to like my proposal. Starting tomorrow, you are to come over to my house everyday after school as well as on weekends. I have plenty of girly clothes and make-up and everything you need to have your little sissy fun. I will even help you. How does that sound?"

She already knew the answer. Even though it was hard for him to admit it, the offer was like a dream come true.

The next afternoon Vernon came over to Ms. Jones house as she had instructed. She greeted him with a big hug and brought Vernon up to her bedroom where she had him undress completely, right in front of her. Ms. Jones laughed when she saw how tiny Vernon's little dickie was. Vernon was so embarrassed but completely powerless to do anything other than accept the humiliation he was experiencing.










Ms. Jones reached into a dresser and pulled out a a very pretty white bra and panty set. She explained to Vernon that this underwear belonged to one her girl lovers who was just about the same size as Vernon. She helped Vernon pull on the panties and to tuck his tiny dickie. She then fastened the bra behind his back. "Vernon," she explained, "you are going to have to learn to do this all by yourself." She then brushed out his hair and put some make-up on him. She slipped a pair of sexy, strappy black heels onto his feet. She told him to lie back on her bed as she started to take photos of him. "Do you like this, Ver..." she hesitated. "Do you like this, Veronica?" she asked. 

"Oh, yes, Ms. Jones. Very much," he replied breathlessly.

"Do you like dressing like a girl, Veronica? Are you a little fairy sissy? Well, are you?"

"Yes, Ms. Jones," he replied. "I am a little sissy fairy and I like dressing like a girl."

"Good girl, Veronica," Ms. Jones cooed. "We are going to have a wonderful time together."

As Ms. Jones continued to snap photos of sissy Veronica in his pretty white bra and panties, she asked, "Do you like me?"

"Um, yes. Of course I do," he replied.

"And do you think I'm pretty, Veronica?" she continued.

"Oh yes, Ms. Jones. I think you are beautiful. I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"And do you wish you could have great big, soft titties, and a pussy, like I have, Veronica?"









"Oh, yes, Ms. Jones. Yes," Vernon panted.

"Good," said Ms. Jones with a satisfied smile. "Because I want us to become very special friends." And with that she took of the blouse and skirt she had been wearing and stood in front of sissy Veronica in just her bra and panties.

My Sissy Neighbor -- Part 7: Sissy Anita's Date

The week seemed to go by very quickly and suddenly it was Sunday -- and time for Anita's date with the manager of Club Satin.  This guy obviously enjoyed using his position of authority to take advantage of the women who worked at the club.  And now the creepy manager had turned his attention to our Anita. And poor Anita was too frightened to turn him down.

Anita came over to our house around 5:00 to get ready as he usually does.  He had agreed to meet the manager at a trendy bar downtown for a drink at 6:30 and then they would go down the block for dinner.

Even though Anita didn't really want to go out on this date, he sure dolled himself in a way that any man would certainly find irresistible. Just take a look at the photo I took before Anita headed out for the evening.  He is so gorgeous!

As Anita was trying to get out the door to get downtown on time, mom was nervously giving him all the advice a mom could give a daughter going out on her first date -- "don't drink too much," "do you have some emergency money?" "call me immediately if you need me," and on and on.  It was very cute, but I think it was making Anita even more nervous.  Eventually, mom let Anita go and he grabbed his purse and car keys and headed out for the evening.

Mom and I waited up for Anita to get back home -- it was almost midnight when he got back.  Mom, of course, had been worrying herself sick. But we both sighed in relief when we heard Anita's car pull into the driveway.  But our fears returned when he walked in.  His hair and make-up were rather a mess.  I had never seen him looking so forlorn, so weary. Obviously something awful had happened on Anita's date.

"You poor, poor thing," mom cooed.  "Sit down here, dear, and I will bring you some tea. Now tell us what happened to you."

Anita described his evening. "It started out fine. The cocktail before dinner was fun and the restaurant was nice.  The manager was an OK date -- he talked a lot about himself which I guess all guys do.  He was pretty funny.  After a couple of drinks he got very, very flirty and...hands-y, but that wasn't so bad -- I get that at the club all the time. It was after dinner that things turned awful." Anita took a sip of his tea.

The manager, Anita explained, wanted them both to go back to his place.  Anita had tried to get out of it.  "I told him that it was late and that going back to his apartment wasn't a very good idea.  And besides, I told him, I'm having my period."

"Good girl!" mom exclaimed.

"But that didn't slow him down at all," Anita said.  "He claimed that he only wanted to go back to his place for one final drink and to talk a bit more. So I agreed. Stupidly." Tears started to well up in Anita's eyes. We waited silently for an eternity for Anita to go on.  Finally he exclaimed, "He forced me to give him a blow job!"

My Sissy Neighbor -- Part 6: Worried Little Sissy

Anita works at Club Satin five nights a week - and he makes a lot of money working there.  He gets paid well -- all in cash -- plus he makes even more money by having customers buy him drinks or paying for a little bit of making out.  But I told you that his parents think he works six nights a week as a dishwasher.  That's because on Sunday nights, when Club Satin is closed, Andy comes over to my house and becomes Anita -- and just hangs out with mom and me.  

Sometimes we'll stay in and watch a movie on TV.  But usually we go out as as three ladies.  We often start by going to the mall.  Anita always needs to buy more clothes and shoes and make-up.  It's really fun to shop with him. He's really good at suggesting clothes and make-up that mom and I should try. And mom really enjoys watching him shop for sexy, glamorous clothes and ridiculously high heels for himself -- things she would never, ever buy for herself.  I think it's exciting to go into the dressing rooms with Anita to help him try on things. Here's a picture I took last week of Anita trying on some bright pink lipstick at Macy's.  What do you think?







After a bit of shopping, we then go out to dinner somewhere.  Anita always insists on paying.  He does make a lot of money working at the club and he likes to show his appreciation to my mom for all she's done for him.  My mom puts up a bit a fight every time, but Anita always wins and pays our bill.

It's really fun to be out with a girl as glamorous as Anita.  I'm not bad looking at all, but I don't have have the style that Anita has.  Men will literally stop talking or walking -- or even breathing, I think -- when they see Anita. Sometimes you can overhear people trying to figure out if Anita is a model or a celebrity that they've seen on TV.  And men are ALWAYS hitting on him!  Guys will often send drinks over to our table -- and it's not because they are so turned on by mom or me! And some men will barge over and try to start flirting with Anita -- right while we're having dinner.  Mom is really good at shoo-ing these annoying guys away.  But it does give the three of us a big laugh every time.  

But the most fun situations are when we run into some boys that I know from school.  These guys start totally drooling over Anita!  They have absolutely no idea that the hot girl they are getting boners for is really that boy in the black hoodie that they pass everyday in the hall at school! I can tell Anita gets a bit nervous during these encounters -- but I know there is absolutely no way that the dumb boys from school will figure out who this crazy hot chick really is.

Anyway, we were out with Anita tonight, doing our usual shopping and dinner thing.  Anita looked glamorous as always but he tones it down a bit when he's not going to the club. Doesn't he look absolutely adorable with his hair pulled back like this? You'd swear he was a super hot sorority girl, wouldn't you?  At the end of the meal, Anita told us something worrisome -- you can even see the worry on his face in the photo. "I can't go out with you next Sunday," he said. "I have another...commitment."

Mom could sense that Anita was uneasy so she pressed for more information and this is what Anita said.  "Next Sunday night I'm going out -- on a date, I guess -- with the manager of the club.  You see he likes to go out with all the girls, especially the dancers. And last night he asked me.  I think I sort of have to go out with him.  None of the girls turn him down -- ever.  I think it would be a big mistake if I said no. So I agreed to out with him next Sunday night when the club is closed."

"I don't like the sound of this at all!" mom said. "And besides, he probably doesn't want to go out with you to talk about current events, if you know what I mean." Anita and I both giggled.  Mom is so funny. She can't even say "He obviously wants to have sex with you -- and that would obviously be a huge problem for you!"  But we understood exactly what she was saying.  Mom tried to convince Anita to cancel his date but he was too scared to do that.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to do what the rest of us girls do in that situation," mom advised. "You'll just have to tell him you're having your period!"