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| A Sissy is Born, or Made? |
Dear Happy Sissy,
I don't feel like I had a chance at being a man. Even my earliest memories involve wearing my sister's clothes and playing with her dolls. Luckily I had parents, or at least a mother, that was not very bothered. However as I got older I got the impression that it was shameful and I suppressed it. I'm sure it is was assumed that I grew out of it. Well I had not and I never did, even though I tried.
Throughout my teen and young adult years I was outwardly much like any other young man. But whenever I got the chance I would dress up in whatever I could find, borrow (by which I mean steal), or on occasion buy. Ultimately I got married and of course my wife caught me. I threw away all my stuff (again) and promised not to dress up anymore. She caught me again within a year. Now I am a closet sissy even though I tried to steer straight and be a man. I just love dressing up so much and it feels so right but I live in fear of the inevitable next time I get caught.
I can accept my life as a sissy and know that I should tell my wife before she catches me again. But sometimes I wonder, when did I become a sissy? It seems like I have always been a sissy, that I was born this way. Maybe that is why I can't help it. Is that how it was for you? Are sissies born, or made?
Sometimes Happy Sissy Teri
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Dear Sometimes Happy Sissy Teri,
I talk to a lot of sissies and I have heard stories like yours soooo many times, and I never get tired of them! So many sissies have told me similar stories that I think that some males are indeed born sissies. Then again, that is not how it was for me, and I have heard many stories more similar to mine as well.
In my case, I was a man addicted to masturbation that started wearing panties for excitement. Wearing panties became the most exciting way to masturbate and so I expanded on it. But when my wife found my panties and things I still considered myself just a man that wore panties for fun. Miss Barbara steered me toward sissiness until I realized that I am not just a man that likes to wear panties, I really am a sissy!
My point is that it doesn't matter terribly much when a man realizes that he is not a man anymore, or never was, and that he is a sissy. The important thing is that, once he even suspects he is a sissy, she almost certainly is. She should embrace herself as a sissy and find as many ways to express it as possible. And then keep finding ways and having sissy adventures until she doesn't even remember what it is like to be a man anymore.
In your case Teri, you are going to have to tell your wife, and soon. If she catches you again she will be more upset that you are a chronic liar than that you are a sissy, and your marriage could be over. I know and hate to mention that it could be over anyway, but my guess is that she already knows you are a sissy, this just confirms it, and you can get on with the next phase of your marriage.
Good luck sissy Teri! I think things will work out so you can sign "Always Happy Sissy Teri."
Love,
Jackie (The Happy Sissy!)
Yes, he should be honest with his wife about this. Perhaps Teri's wife will be more accepting of it if Teri always does housework while dressed. Before I opened up to my wife about it I had no idea that the day would come when she would tell me that she needed me to be her sissy maid.
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DeleteEarly on having the housework done was probably the major attraction for Miss Barbara. I was often left to do chores all dressed up while she was shopping or out with her girlfriends. That is an excellent way for a sissy and Miss to start things off.
I can still remember way back in the 1st grade when I say a girl stand and lean across her desk to get something. She had on red nylon panties with row upon row of frilly lace across the bottom. I think she noticed that my eyes were as big as saucers. I've been in awe of females and their silkies ever since. Perhaps that sight is why I now have some pink nylon panties with rows of lace on both the front and back. Rhumba panties, I think they are called.
ReplyDeleteJust think about. We associate at an early age that the most powerful tend to have nicer things than those that aren't powerful. Seeing those panties and comparing them to the white cotton boy briefs told me all I need to know. Perhaps that is what contributed to me being a sissy. Seeing the panties, being in awe of females and, therefore, considering all of them actually out of my league.
I never was much of a man. I was lucky. My wife was looking for a sissy to marry and when she met me she knew she wanted me. I was naive and am still learning, but I don't think anyone other woman would have wanted me. :)
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