A Christmastime Sissy - Part 2

As I explained in my previous post, my husband, "Suzanne," is a crossdressing sissy.  I love him very much and I decided to give him the greatest gift of all at Christmas -- the freedom to be exactly who he wanted to be.  Suzanne had a "hall pass" for the months of December and January to be the woman he always dreamed of being -- and to do it with his handsome boyfriend, Paul.

When January was halfway over, I was beginning to realize just how happy Suzanne had been living out his fantasy of being a woman.  I mean, just look at these photos.  Suzanne looks so at peace, so fulfilled.  And while I wanted to get my husband back, I also felt I had to duty to help Suzanne achieve his/her own destiny.

At the cafe where we were having lunch together, I was about to tell Suzanne that he could continue living as a woman with Paul, if that's what he really wanted.  Instead, Suzanne surprised me with an offer of his own.

"Honey," he said, "You know that I have been enjoying my time with Paul over the past six weeks.  And you know that I also love you so very much."  I nodded in agreement, a few tears started to well up in my eyes.

"Well, Paul came up with an interesting idea.  Why don't the three of us...get together.  You know, as a "Throuple" as the kids say.  He's a very nice man and I'm sure you find him attractive." I couldn't respond.  I was stunned by what I was hearing.

"But why not give it a try.  Who says we have to chose between being together and me living as Suzanne?  I know it might sound crazy at first, but please just think about it.  I think it could be wonderful.  I love being Suzanne.  And I love you.  And I love the experience of being romanced and cared for by a real man.  Paul would do the same for you.  If you let him."

I was speechless. But looking across the table at my beautiful Suzanne -- his hair and make-up just so perfect.  His lovely smile and his pretty eyes.  His feminine gestures and lilting, gentle voice.  I felt an odd desire for him that I hadn't ever felt before.  He was just so...ladylike and elegant.  And then add in all the talk of having me get romantically involved with that handsome man.  My pulse starting racing and my panties started to get damp.

"Please say you'll think about," Suzanne begged.  "I think the three of us could have a wonderful life together."

Well, dear reader, that all happened five years ago.  I did agree to Paul and Suzanne's offer.  And our lives have become an exciting, magical journey.  Over the course of those five years, so much has happened: Paul's divorce was finalized, I sold my house and we all moved in together in Paul's lovely home, Suzanne started hormones and has become more womanly and more beautiful each day.  And while Suzanne and I are still legally married to each other, we even had a commitment ceremony where the three of us effectively "married" each other.

Suzanne is delighted to take care of almost all the chores around the house.  She prepares lovely meals for us, does all the laundry and tidying.  She fusses over Paul and me like some idealized housewife from the past.

And of course, there is the sex.  I hadn't realized how much I missed being in the arms of a real man.  And believe me, Paul is quite the stud.  He is tall and strong and very muscular.  And his cock is massive!  My own husband couldn't ever give me that kind of experience -- even when he wasn't dressed up like a girl.

Most nights the three of us climb into our king size bed together.  Suzanne and I usually wear matching nightgowns and we lay on either side of Paul.  As we snuggle up against his naked body, he wraps his big arms around us and pulls us close, our heads laying on his strong chest.  Love comes in all combinations -- sometimes all three of us at once, often any combination of the two of us.  I never feel any jealousy; my needs are fully satisfied and I am delighted when Paul and Suzanne have their intimate moments together. (And sometimes I like to watch!)

Paul often travels for work. Sometimes, one or both of us will go with him.  But most often we both stay behind, making that a special time for just the two of us.  I don't look at Suzanne as my husband any more -- I look at him as my beautiful, feminine lover and best friend.  And with that perspective, I delight in our lovemaking when it is just the two of us.  I love Suzanne's soft and smooth skin, her skinny delicate frame, her tiny adorable dick, and her extremely talented tongue.

So that is my Christmastime sissy story.  Maybe I should say it was my own Christmas miracle.

I hope all of your sissy dreams come true this Christmastime!

 

A Christmastime Sissy - Part 1

Well, Christmastime is almost here.  And I thought you would enjoy hearing a Christmas story about my sissy husband.  I've included a few Christmas photos of my husband -- that's him with the long curly hair, the pretty blue dress and the beautiful smile.

My husband has been a crossdressing sissy throughout his entire life.  I knew he was into dressing up in ladies clothes before we were married -- and I didn't mind -- really.  But over the first few years of our marriage, I began to understand just how deep his feminine needs ran.                                                           I had no problem with him dressing up as "Suzanne" on the weekends.  I even went out to bars with him a couple of times when he was all dolled up.  And when he was dressed up as Suzanne, he really enjoyed acting like the housewife in our relationship.  And do you think I was going to complain that he did almost all of the cleaning and cooking just because he was wearing a dress, a frilly apron and heels?  No way!  I'm no fool.  I had a great thing going.

But over time I began to understand that I was seeing just the tip of the sissy iceberg.  The part that I couldn't see, that was lurking beneath the surface of the water, was an unstoppable need for my sissy husband to push the boundaries, to come as close to experiencing life as a real woman as he could.  And that of course led to...men!                                                                                   I knew that Suzanne was spending a lot of time each day on the internet -- but I didn't know what he/she was doing.  As it turned out, Suzanne was meeting men who were looking for "relationships" with feminine, pretty, submissive sissies, just like my husband.  It took some time, but eventually I got onto Suzanne's email and blogs -- and let me tell you -- I nearly fell down.  There were dozens of men -- literally dozens! -- flirting with my husband, sharing photos, and asking Suzanne for dates -- and more!

I was surprised to learn how many men out there are really into sissies.  But I wasn't really surprised that Suzanne had caught their eye.  As a man, my husband is rather unassuming.  But when all dolled up as Suzanne, he is very attractive, I have to admit.  The few times we went out together as girls, he always got a lot of attention, compliments and free drinks from the men floating around the bar.                                                                                                                                                               One of Suzanne's online suitors turned out to be a very successful lawyer named Paul who was separated from his wife.  Paul lived in a town about 20 minutes away from where we lived.  By scrolling through Suzanne's email, I realized that they had been seeing each other -- very carefully and infrequently -- for several months.  That sneaky Suzanne!  I had no idea until I read his/her email.

Anyway, around Thanksgiving, I confronted my husband with what I had found.  He tried to deny it at first but he quickly surrendered since there was just too much evidence against him.  But once he admitted to what he had been up to, I reassured him.  I told him I didn't like him being unfaithful.  But because I understood what a complete sissy he was, being unfaithful with another man wasn't as bad as being unfaithful with another woman.                                                                            I told him that I was going to give Suzanne a very special Christmas gift: a two-month "hall pass."  Suzanne could do whatever she wanted -- anything at all -- for the next two months, until the end of January.  But I wanted her to get it out of her system and then I expected my husband to come back to me.  My husband agreed to my proposal with tears of gratitude.  

"Well, girl," I said to him. "Get busy.  Because on February 1, your hall pass expires. So go be a woman, in whatever way you need to."                                                                                                                                                                                           I'm sure that Suzanne's boyfriend, Paul, wasn't going to believe his good luck.  Instead of stealthily seeing Suzanne on a few rare occasions, he was going to get to have as much of Suzanne as he could handle for two whole months.                                                            

And that brings us to Christmas.  As you can see in the photos, these two love birds thoroughly enjoyed their time together.  Just look how pretty and happy my Suzanne looks.  And her boyfriend is actually a very nice man, fairly wealthy and not bad looking at all.  Suzanne really scored a winner.                                                 But as the days in January flew by, I was left with so many doubts.  Looking at these Christmas photos showed me just how much Suzanne enjoyed acting as the wife/girlfriend to a real man.  He/she seemed freer and happier than I can remember him being for a long time. I didn't want to lose my husband that I love so much.  But I also didn't want to take away from him an experience and a lifestyle that was clearly so fulfilling for him. So around the middle of January, after having given it much thought, I decided to have a conversation with Suzanne.  We met for lunch at a local cafe -- something we had been doing once a week throughout December and January.  I decided that I was going to leave it up to Suzanne to chose to either come home to me or to stay with his boyfriend.  

Well, as we sat down for lunch, and as I was about to start my prepared speech, Suzanne surprised me and started speaking.  "Honey," she started, "I have something important to discuss with you..."

 

Never too Late for Sissies

I often hear wives say, "I wish I had feminized my husband years ago. Now it's too late."  That is nonsense! It is never too late to feminize your husband. Just look how lovely Sissy Jessica is in his bikini!

Mary had been married to Jeff for over 20 years. Mary knew Jeff was a crossdressing sissy, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed having a husband with a feminine side who listened to her, doted on her, enjoyed shopping with her. But as Jeff experienced some set-backs at work and was starting to consider early retirement, Mary decided it was time for some changes in their lives. Mary decided that they would both be happier if Jeff took his sissy-ness to the next level and became a woman full-time -- or at least a sissy version of a woman.

Jeff resisted at first.  But that's the good thing about sissies; they have no spine and no ability to push back. So in the end, Jeff did exactly as Mary ordered and became Jessica.  And weren't the results fabulous!  Jessica looks ten -- maybe fifteen -- years younger than Jeff did when his transition began.  And look at him now!  He looks totally hot as a woman, even in a skimpy bikini.

But Mary wasn't done yet. She also decided that both she and Jessica needed to have real men in their lives. Jessica was horrified -- distraught -- by Mary's suggestion.  Jessica cried and protested but to no avail.  Mary got her way as always.  

It was easy for Mary to find countless older men online who wanted to have a sissy of their own. She eventually selected Terrence, a wealthy divorced businessman, for Jessica.  Mary arrange all the details for their first meeting and subsequent dates.  It worked out perfectly. Once in the presence of a real man, Jessica easily and naturaly slid into the role of the woman in the relationship.  That was eighteen months ago. Now Jessica is embarking on the next exciting chapter of his life -- as Terrance's wife. That's right! Jessica and Terrance got married last month and those bikini shots were taken on their honeymoon!

Jessica is in heaven being the pretty, obedient and subservient housewife for his husband.  You can see how happy he is being feminine and domesticated and servile to a real man.  He spends hours every day making himself pretty. He derives total fulfillment by being the object of his man's desire -- and by satisfying that desire with every part of his feminized body.

Tonight, Jessica and Terrance are having a double date tonight with me an my new boyfriend.  Jessica is making dinner for all of us -- for his husband, for his ex-wife that feminized him and for his ex-wife's lover!  Could there possibly be a greater expression of what it means to be a total sissy?

So my friends, as you see, it is never to late to help your sissy fulfill his destiny!

My Sissy Neighbor -- The Conclusion: Honeymoon

A lot of time has passed since my last post.  And a lot has happened for my sissy sister, Anita.  The biggest news is that Anita got married!                                                                                                                                                     A very handsome, divorced lawyer (his name is Jackson) was looking to buy a home and Anita became his realtor.  One thing led to another, and before long, they were dating.  Six months ago,  Jackson proposed to Anita, giving her the biggest, most beautiful diamond ring I have ever seen!  Of course Anita said yes!  Here are some lovely photos from their "Engagement Shoot."  Isn't Anita exquisite?

 The wedding was intimate and lovely. I was the Maid of Honor and of course mom was the Mother of the Bride!  And, as you would expect, Anita was the most beautiful bride ever!!!





Here are some photos from their honeymoon in Hawaii that Anita posted.  Here she is in a lovely black and white print dress that I helped her pick out.  Anita loves how this dress shows off her every curve.  Of course, she isn't wearing a bra underneath a dress like this.  I'm sure that Jackson is so pleased to have snagged the gorgeous Anita to be his bride and to have this lovely creature hanging on his big strong arm as they stroll around this tropical paradise. And Anita told me all about the hot sex they had during their honeymoon.  Apparently, Jackson has quite the sexual appetite -- and the equipment to go with it!  Anita said their honeymoon was a continuous round of eating, drinking, dancing, swimming and fucking!   

And here's Anita lounging by the pool. She loves putting her crazy curves on display in her sexy swimsuits. She knows that every guy around the pool can't take their eyes off of her -- even when their wives and girlfriends are right there!  Just check out Anita in her blue one-piece.  It can barely contain her giant boobs!  I love it! 

I am so happy that my sissy neighbor has found her new life as a successful business woman, a beautiful, voluptuous lady, and a devoted and loving wife of a handsome man. It has been a wonderful experience for me watching this amazing transformation and journey. And through it all I guess I lost a sissy neighbor and gained a sister. 

Completing my Husband's Sissy Journey -- Part 1

My husband is gorgeous!!! Don't you agree?

Two years ago, I decided that I wanted my crossdressing husband to go full-time as a woman.  This would require some surgery, some hormones and, of course, a lot a changes to his lifestyle.  I know he didn't like the idea at first but he is too much of a sissy to resist anything I say.

And now I have my very own beautiful, obedient lesbian love slave.  His new name is Colette.  

My husband had admitted to me that he was a crossdresser from the very early in our relationship.  I didn't mind.  He was a gentle, sweet man and if he enjoyed occassionaly acting and dressing as a woman, I wasn't going to stop him.  But over time I learned that he was more than a crossdresser.  He was, deep inside, a sissy who desparately needed a strong, confident woman -- like me -- to control him.  To own him.





Soon after we were married it became very clear that I was to be the decision maker in the family.   I was delighted to be in control and never questioned.  All he wanted to do was to please me and serve me.  For me, it was wonderful having a sweet little sissy slavishly tending to my every need.

But after a while, endulging my husband's fantasies grew constraining.  His dress-up games kept us locked up in side our home.  I wanted more social activity, more excitement.  The solution, I decided, was to turn my husband into a full-time girl.

So now, during the week, he is my full-time sissy housewife. Colette takes care of our home while I am at work.  And in the evenings, we go out to restaurants and bars, the theater and shopping.  We do everything together.  It is so much fun for me.

And when we get home, the sex is amazing.  I get so turned on watching my sweet sissy housewife underdress, revealing the sexy lingerie I like him to wear.  It is so exciting as Colette crawls up between my thighs as he brings me to orgasm over and over with his soft full lips and his talented tounge.

But during the weekends, that's when things get really exciting...

  

Uncle Jim Gets a Sissy

After my parents died in a car accident, I was sent to live with my Uncle Jim.  I had never really liked Uncle Jim.  I had always thought that he was sort of rough and maybe a little strange. I was about to discover how right I was.

Uncle Jim lived alone in a big, old farmhouse far out in the country.  His wife, Darla, had walked out on him many years ago.

No sooner had I brought my suitcase into the house the Uncle Jim announced, "You won't be needing your old clothes.  I got plenty of better clothes for you to wear.  You see, when Darla ran out on me, she left all her old things.  And so now you can take Darla's place.  So why don't you go upstairs and put on one of Darla's pretty dresses while I go out back and burn your old clothes."

I began to protest but Uncle Jim started beating me.  Hard.  I was no match for him; I was small and weak and he was huge and strong.  It didn't take long for him to wrestle my suitcase away from me and to drag me up the stairs to Darla's old closet. He picked out a dress and threw it on the bed.  "Now get changed like I told you to!" he shouted.  "There's underwear and make-up in those drawers and there are pretty shoes in the closet.  Now hurry up, get dressed and get your ass downstairs."  He hit me again before he slammed the door behind him and stomped down the stairs.

I was paralyzed.  I started crying as I sat on the bed, looking at the flowery dress that was lying there. Then I smelled smoke.  I looked out the window and true to his threat, Uncle Jim was burning my clothes in the back yard.  I knew I was in big trouble and that I had better start cooperating or something really bad would happen to me.  I put on one of Darla's bras, a pair of her panties, the dress and some shoes.  I put on some red, red lipstick and some rouge on my cheeks.  I took a deep breath and headed down the stairs to where Uncle Jim would be waiting.

That was nearly a year ago.  I have been living and dressing as Darla all day, everyday, since I arrived.  My hair has grown longer and I am now better at doing my make-up and walking in high heels. Uncle Jim calls me Darla and expects me to do everything a good housewife does. I cook and serve three meals a day for him. I scrub the floors and wash the windows. I vacuum and I dust. I do Uncle Jim's laundry. My chores are endless. I hate my life. As I do my chores, hour after hour, day after day, all I can think about is how wonderful and free my life used to be, when I was a normal boy. But that life is behind me now. I am the Sissy housewife/slave of a demented monster.

Uncle Jim gets very mad at me if he catches me daydreaming or not doing my chores vigorously enough.  And he gets furious if he thinks I don't look pretty enough or if I don't sound and walk and laugh enough like Darla did. And when I disappoint him he throws me over his knee and spanks me brutally.

And after I have cleaned the the house from top to bottom and after I have put away the dinner dishes, I have to put on one of Darla's nightgowns and take care of my "husband's" sexual needs.   No matter how awful my household chores are, nothing is as awful as having Uncle Jim's giant naked body on top of me, kissing me and feeling me up all over. But worst of all is when I have to do the things that he says Darla refused to do. I have to put Uncle Jim's cock in my mouth until he gets ready to cum. Sometimes he likes to cum in my mouth and make me swallow it.  But mostly, he likes to pull It out just before he cums and shoots it all over my face. After I clean us both up, Uncle Jim usually climbs on top of me again and falls asleep. That's when I usually start crying until I fall asleep, getting a little rest until my life as a sissy housewife/slave starts again in the morning.  

My Perfect Sissy Housewife

Two years ago, my husband finally admitted to me that he was a crossdresser.  Of course, I had figured that out years earlier -- but I just waited patiently for him to finally admit it to me.  And during those years of waiting, I had been thinking long and hard about how I was going to deal with my husband's crossdressing.

So when he finally said something, I let loose with my well prepared list of demands.  I started by telling him that, from now on, I would be wearing the pants in the family.  My career was really taking off and his was going nowhere.  I decided that I would like to have a sweet little housewife taking care of me and my home full-time.  That would be his job from now on.

And he would not be just any housewife.  Oh no.  He would take the role of a traditional, obedient, submissive homemaker from decades past.  He would live and dress the part.  Every detail would have to be perfect and to my liking -- from his pretty hair-do, to his pleated skirt, to the sheer hostess apron tied aroung his trim little waist to the smile on his pink, glossy lips as he went about his chores.  His endless chores!

At first, he tried to protest but he was simply too much of a sissy to fight me.  I started implementing our "lifestyle changes" right then and there.  I made him hand over his license, credit cards and passport -- and watch as I ran them through the shredder.  Within a week, I had him empty every closet and drawer of his old clothes and reminders of his old life, which I refilled with his new homemaker fashions.  Within a month, we had moved to a new town to make it easier for us to restart our life as a high powered lady executive and her devoted, old fashioned housewife and partner.

That was two years ago and my husband is now been completely transformed, in body and mind, into the gentle, doting housewife I wanted.  He has become completely proficient at doing all his housewifey chores, from cooking, to cleaning,to giving me footrubs, to preparing my martini when I get home in the evening.  Here he is doing the laundry.  He takes such pride in being the perfect housewife.  Look at how happy he is knowing that he is pleasing me.

I have recently started dating one of the senior partners at my law firm.  He will be coming over to my house tonight for a romantic dinner that my hubby-housewife will prepare and serve.  If the date goes well, hopefully my sissy will be serving us breakfast in bed as well.






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Graduating Sissies

It was Graduation Day at the Sissy Academy!

After nine months of intensive behavior and body modifications and training at the Academy, the six Sissies had been fully transformed.

None of the Sissies had "enrolled" in the Academy voluntarily.  Three were deposited at the Academy by vengeful wives, one by  an angry stepmother, and two had been runaway teenage boys kidnapped from the bus station.

The training and transformation process had been brutal and relentless.   Any resisitance or display of masculine behaviour was swiftly and harshly punished.  Extensive plastic surgery was performed and hormones administered against their will.  Perfection was required in all classes at the Academy, from hair and make-up, to ballet, to housekeeping, to "techniques for pleasing your man sexually."

After nine months at the Academy, the poor Sissies were deeply confused and disoriented.  Despite their resistance to the training, all of the Sissies felt a unsettling sense of pride for having satisfied their trainers and graduating.  They all smiled as they posed for the group photo following the awarding of diplomas.

And of course, all of the Sissies were looking forward to going home -- or at least being free again.  Silly Sissies!  That wasn't going to happen.

At 6:30, the post-Graduation cocktail party would begin.  What the Sissies didn't know was that at 7:30, the Sissy Auction would begin.  And by 9:00, all of the Sissies will have been sold to their new Masters and whisked away to their new homes and new lives.  For a lucky few, a life as a Sissy housewife might await.  But for most, a life of servitude and humiliation awaits, serving their new Masters as Sissy slaves, Sissy maids and Sissy whores.

Making a Perfect Housewife

Sissy Candi was an occassional crossdresser who liked going to the local drag bar on Saturday.  Sissy Candi was young and pretty, but also shy and nervous.  He kept mostly to himself, nursing a glass of white wine while watching the drag show and the scene aroung him.

That's exactly how Master Drake found Sissy Candi when he sunk his claws into him.

After luring Sissy Candi to leave the bar with him one Saturday night, Master Drake imprisoned the poor innocent sissy in his home. Master Drake forced Sissy Candi live as a woman 24/7. 

Through relentless beatings and mind games, Master Drake stripped Sissy Candi of any sense of confidence or self.  He lives now in a continuous state of nervous fear and dependence.  Poor Sissy Candi. 

Master Drake forcibly transformed Sissy Candi from a part-time crossdresser who enjoyed exploring his feminine side on Saturday nights to a full-time Sissy Housewife.  Master Drake insists that Sissy Candi act and look like an obedient, docile and devoted 1950's-style housewife who lives only to serve and please her "Husband."

A Sissy Housewife Welcomes her Man Home

"Honey, I'm home!" my Master/Husband called as he walked in the door.

I quickly removed my apron and raced to meet him at the door for his welcome home kiss.  My Master/Husband hugged me hard, giving my bottom a squeeze.

"Your dinner is ready," I said proudly, knowing that I had fulfilled one of my important Sissy Housewife duties.

"Dinner can wait.  I'm horny!" he announced as he unzipped his pants.

I dutifully dropped to my knees as I had been trained and eagerly started kissing, licking and sucking his big, hard cock, just as a good Sissy Housewife should.

Powdered sissy

Knowing that his Master would be home soon, Sissy Michelle checked

 his make-up and applied a bit more powder.  After six months of strict

 corset training, his waist was down to a dainty 19 inches.  Poor Sissy

 Michelle could barely remember his life before he was lured into being

 tranformed into the docile, servile housewife to a rich and powerful man.