X-Dresser Sissies Issue 5 ~ Pansies in Petticoats

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True – but I think there’s a real difference for the T group. First of all, there’s the rather obvious difference that for the LGB it is all about, or mostly about, the sex and what they do with their genitals. That’s not the case for the T. I’d prefer not to use the label ‘sexual’ but the rest of the world see the behaviour of the T as sexual, so I have to abide with that. Theirs is the only sexual fetish or sexual behaviour which occurs at least as much outside the confines of the bedroom as inside. And this confuses the well-bred ladies and gentlemen who do not wish to concede that anything outside their expectations can be done in public. Like that Victorian court case ‘you can do anything you wish as long as it doesn’t frighten the ladies or the horses.” Caroline got toilet paper and began to wipe me. She got me to roll over on to my stomach so she could get to my rear. I did not lie flat on the table as my clitty was making that difficult so I had my rear in the air. It was good as Carolyn wiped me. Carolyn said, “Just hold that position while I go get a cloth and some water. As I waited there with my rear in the air I wondered what the ladies had in store for me today. I knew that the task would go more easily if I was clear and confident. I did wait until the department was empty – no point in being brazen. “Excuse me, I’m looking to choose a bra.”

I protested about having to strip naked, especially as her bedroom door was open so Lucy would see everything if she happened to walk past. When did you realize that brown and grey and drab and dreary was not what you wanted to be wearing? What interested you – and I don’t mean gave you a thrill. Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A NovelI froze. “Oh,” I stammered, “yeah, sorry. I forgot. And now I've arranged to meet the boys in town, so it looks like I'm going to have to miss it. Sorry.” Cooing in my ear, she brought me to a state of complete distraction, “You have such lovely little breasts, Christine.” Scraping the tip of her fingernails over the now stiffening flesh, she teased, “See how your girlish little nipples stand up?”

Why should I be patient with a worthless nancyboy who promises to do all kinds of things, then changes his mind when he is given his instructions? You are not worth my time, boy. You're a little maggot, like so many sissy wimps."

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He realised out of the corner of his eye that he had raised his voice too far: Miss Presswell's crimson mouth had wrinkled between her beauty spots, and her diamante eardrops were trembling with menace beneath the base of her piled blond hair. Looking out to the car, the old priest smiled and waved to what appeared to him a pretty young girl. “Oh, I'm afraid that's not allowed; the academy is cloistered to women.”

Jason's pulse was throbbing as he forced himself to look his partner in the eye. "I... feel so precious in front of you, darling," he said, pausing and pressing his lips together to control their tremble, "I simply have to plant a loving kiss on your sweet lips." If you have never tried this look, I would strongly recommend it. I think all girls do enjoy the ultimate femme thrill. Reactions can be extreme. I have had girls burst into tears and others shake like a leaf. It’s difficult to improve on the advice from SoFeminine – Be Confident; Alterations make clothes fit better; What matters is that you feel gorgeous and happy. There is other advice but these are the key points for the crossdresser going out. Miss Presswell laughed and played with the blond ringlets at Andrew's temple. "Yes, you look more like a girl than a boy, Andrew. This is Jason and he has something he wants to ask you." After being shown the way, Carolyn took me by the hand and led me down the hall to the door marked “Ladies.”Jason nodded with sobs as he stood to have the ribbon threaded into his hair and fastened into a bow that stood high above his hair.

Hurry up, Serena," said Miss Presswell, using a tissue to shape her crimsoned lips. "His place is in the boutique, not hidden out of sight. Give him two Paradise Bows in his hair, and once his gloves are on, put his hands into thigh ribbons." We chatted about my parents and life at home before coming to Los Angeles. We were under the covers and Aunt Mary now had her hand on my leg as I rested against her breast while we sat up against the plush headboard. I began to blush as my clitty was getting hard and Aunt Mary asked, "Is your penis getting hard again?" I said, "Yes it is, I just can't help it. Carolyn calls it my clitty and I just love all the attention Carolyn is giving it." We had just spoken earlier of my home life where I told Aunt Mary the same thing I had told Carolyn. Serena unhooked his bra and he was naked. "Probably that, yeh," she said in a hurry, and stood up as the manageress turned to them. There is one other thing, I'm afraid,” continued Sheila. “Your leotard will be a bit difficult for you to get on and off. And as I shall be busy during the party I'm not going to be able to help.”

Oh look, they're both as excited as each other," declared Andrew's mother, holding her son's petti-slip and skirt against the front of his blouse, and she stepped forward, forcing him to inch towards Jason, so that the points of their panties approached to within three inches of each other. "Isn't that sweet, Andrew darling... having your girlie panties exposed in front of another sissy's panties? You can see how lovely he is feeling about your excitement inside your pretty satin panty gusset. Tell Mummy and Miss Presswell how you are feeling in your panties, dear." Good morning, Janet; good morning ladies," said Miss Presswell, moving Jason up to within arm's reach of the sissy. "Who have we here?" Jason himself was having to fight against a wish to push his satin-covered penis head onto Andrew's, so urgently he wanted to increase the pleasure that was aching in his panties. He was startled by the words of Miss Presswell into his ear. He can come out of his uniform for the rest of the morning," announced Miss Presswell. "I want him circulating through the different departments of the boutique and I want him available."