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Journey Into A Special World My name is Hannah Stone. I've been a reporter for a newspaper for years. A couple of days ago I ran into an old sorority sister and good friend Linda Hart. It's been a few years since we last saw each other and we decided to do lunch together. At the beginning of lunch we had the usual light chat. Then we sort of got on the serious side of chat, when I asked Linda how her marriage to Bob was going. "Oh, Hannah I divorced that bastard years ago. He was nothing but a demanding and abusive husband. He beat me up once so bad I ended up in the hospital. The moron beat me so bad I now can't conceive. He ended up in jail for ten years for that last of a long line of assaults on me. Then there was Ted. He was a real winner, too. That philandering idiot embezzled so much from Mom's company we almost lost it. I swore off men totally after I divorced Ted. "But, then came along Bill. Thank god we met Bill. Bill was one of those filthy rich investment bankers and Wall Street gurus. Bill, took Mom's company and turned it totally around in a year. Now, Mom's company is totally solvent and we're making huge profits again. Bill said to us he always loved a good challenge and Mom's company fit the bill." "Tell me more about this person, Bill," I asked. "Oh, Bill is the most nicest guys you'll ever meet. He's sweet, kind, sensitive, gentle and definitely not your typical male, what so ever. Bill has a bit of femininity in him. He's not gay or something, he's just a little prissy that's all." "Bill has a lovely house in the country, all paid for. It's almost your typical mansion, to a degree. On the second floor there are two large master suites at opposite ends of the hallway. About a year ago, I moved in with Bill after a little secret deal we made with each other after he saved Mom's company. He is such a pleasure and a joy to live with. Very different from those idiots I married. So what's up with you Hannah." "Nothing much Linda. My paper has been nagging it's reporters to come up with some unusual stories. The editor says our sales are down and the main reason is the endless story clones. We've all been racking our heads to come up with his request. I swear I'm at the end of my rope on what to do. Got any ideas?" Linda had a funny look on her face as she responded, "Hannah how open are you? I mean you're not judgmental or anything like that?" "Me? Not, me! I think I've just about seen it all when it comes to reporting. You know me, back in college I was opened to just about everything. Still am. So what gives?" "Hannah why don't you come over to Bills house tomorrow morning? Let's say around 8 am ish. I might have an unique idea for you." Linda gave me the address and directions before we parted. Needless to say I was very intrigued. Thank god I had taken an early plane back home, as I had been working on another story before the interview with Linda and Pollyanna. I just had time to throw my suitcase in the trunk of my car. That morning I arrived at the address Linda had given me. It was a bright sunny and slightly cool morning as I drove though the rural country roads to get to the house. The weather said it would warm up. I knocked at the door and soon Linda greeted me. "Hey, Hannah right on time. I'm having coffee out in the kitchen nook, why don't you join me." I headed back to kitchen with Linda. The ground floor of the house was lovely, way too feminine for a man, I thought. I sat down with Linda and we had our coffee. "Where's this wonderful Billy you told me all about, Linda?" "Oh, he's still sleeping. I usually get him up around 9:30 as this is Saturday. The reason why I asked you to come early is I thought I'd fill you in on how very special Billy is." "Special?" "Well, here goes, Hannah. You've heard of crossdressers haven't you?" "Well, yes. Is Billy a crossdresser?" "Yes, but he's a very special type of crossdresser. You see, Billy is what is called an adult sissy little girl crossdresser. Billy doesn't dress as a woman he dresses as an eight year old little girl. When Billy is in his little girl mode he's called, "Pollyanna," after one of his favorite Disney characters." "Really, you can't be serious, Linda." "Oh, yes indeed I am. Wait until you see Mommy's little girl, she's such a precious little angel." "Mommy? You're his, um, her Mommy?" "I've proudly been her Mommy for a little over a year now. When I found out all about Pollyanna I was taken aback at first. Mom, my sister, Karen and I talked about her for over a week. I slowly turned around and thought since I can't have any children, why not move in with Pollyanna and become her Mommy. I know this may seem a bit weird, but I simply love now being her Mommy." "Really, Linda. Ok, tell me how you found out Billy likes to be Pollyanna?" "Oh it was quite by accident. One evening Billy had Mom, Karen and me over for dinner. It was a sort of celebration to the restoration of Mom's company. Billy is a wonderful cook and the meal was super delicious. Well, after dinner we were having after dinner brandies in the living room when a strange woman came through the front door announcing, "Hello, Pollyanna darling, Auntie Sarah here. I brought your new dresses with me. Bet you can't wait to wear them." "Billy suddenly got red faced and all nervous. As the woman came into the living room, with a large dress bag draped across her arms, seeing us she said nervously, "Oh Pollyanna, I mean Billy, I didn't know you had company. I'm so sorry." "Billy though tears forming in his eyes responded, "Oh, Auntie Sarah, this is only Tuesday, I thought you wouldn't be coming over until tomorrow." "Oh, you're so right. Please forgive me your Auntie is getting a bit forgetful lately." I spoke up and asked Billy who this Pollyanna person was. Billy cleared his throat and said with a heavy sigh, "Oh Linda, Pollyanna is me. I crossdress. I not only crossdress, but, I crossdress as a little girl. Auntie Sarah and her sister, Auntie Brenda are my seamstresses that make most of my little girl clothes. All I can really tell you and your mother and sister is I love being Pollyanna. I need to be her so much as she helps me escape this bad old world and keeps me sane. Pollyanna is a darling care free little girl whose only concern is to look pretty, be prissy and just being the childish little sissy girl she is. You three haven't ventured into some sort of freakish world, it's just my special little world. It hurts no one, except me when I can't be little Pollyanna. Since the cat is out of the bag, so to speak, I might as well show you all Pollyanna's little world, since I have to hang up her new dresses. Do you want to see her world?" Hannah, curiosity taking the better of me, and my mom and sister we agreed to see this mysterious world of little Pollyanna. Billy guided us upstairs all the while his Auntie Sarah kept apologizing. Billy reassured her she did nothing wrong. He comforted her telling her that lots of people knew already about Pollyanna so what was three more knowing. Upstairs there was a pretty long hallway separated by two huge doors at the ends of the hallway. Billy explained in addition to four bedrooms the house had both a master and a mistress suites. Billy veered to the left, which happened to be the mistress suite and opened open the door with a gold key. When her turned on the lights, needless to say Mom, Karen and I were simply astounded. The whole suite was designed for a little girl princess. We accompanied Billy and his Auntie Sarah over to two doors. Billy opened them to one huge walk in closet almost literally filled to the ceiling with what appeared to be nothing but little girl clothes. The three of us marveled at all the frilly clothes, some were rather plain, some were very fancy and some were in the middle of both. He hung up his new dresses as we continued to marvel at his wardrobe. Mom was the first to break the ice when she gave Billy compliments on his wardrobe and remarked how pretty it was. Karen joined in on the compliments as well as I. Suddenly I asked, "Billy, how long does it take you to become Pollyanna?" "Oh, about a half an hour." "Could you do us a favor and show us Pollyanna, sweetie?" "Sure I could. There's one thing I should tell you ladies is when I become Pollyanna I'm a very juvenile and childish little sissy girl. I talk, walk and act like an eight year old girl. Pollyanna is only eight years old. "I'm okay with that. We three adults know how act around children. You mind if we watch you?" "No problem Linda. Auntie Sarah would you give me a hand, please?" "Sure, Pollyanna, dear!" "Let's see something simple I guess!" Billy said. He took out a simple pink and white dress, a white pinafore, full white petticoats and a pink pair of Mary Jane shoes and handed them to Auntie Sarah. For the top of the closet he took a below the shoulder length butterscotch wig with long sausage curls and set it on his vanity. He then went to his long dresser and took out a pink pair of sissy panties, a matching pink training bra and sissy socks. He excused himself as he said he had to get is body all girly. He went into the mistress suite's bathroom. Two minutes later he came out wearing just the sissy panties he took with him. He remarked Pollyanna was a shy little girl. The panties looked kind of cute on him. He sat down at his vanity and proceeded to pant his finger nails a lovely pink color that matched his already painted toe nails. 'You ladies aught to try this nail varnish, it's the fastest drying nail polish I've ever used," Billy said on completing his finger nails. With his nails dry, he began to do his very modest makeup. At that point I suddenly realized how feminine his eyebrows really were. Like I said his makeup was modest, a little mascara, a little blusher and lipstick (applied 3 times). "Oh, Linda I love yummy lipstick ever so much," he said. He also asked his Auntie Sarah to take his icky boy clothes away. With is makeup done, Karen noticed his lovely long eyelashes and remarked that real girls would dimply die to have such lovely eyelashes, it was time for him to dress. Walking over to his skirted princess canopy bed he sat down. He carefully donned his sissy socks folding down the laced edging. Next he slipped his sissy socks into the pin Mary Jane shoes and buckled them into place. He stood up and expertly fastened his training bra about his chest and then donned his petticoats. With each article of clothing he donned he seemed to become more happy and cheerful. He asked his Auntie Sarah to help him with his dress and pinafore. The dress was a simple affair, made in cotton, short puffed banded sleeves, Peter Pan collar and a pink satin was all there was too it. It was zipped up the back and the sash was tied. The white chiffon pinafore was next and crossed in the back and tied off with yet another bow. Billy the literally skipped back over towards his skirted vanity and bench. He stopped at his dresser and opened his music box/jewelry box and as the cute ballerina danced her selected a few items. He put underneath the collar of his dress and simple heart shaped locket inscribed with "Princess Pollyanna" and made it go down the front of his dress. A Tinkerbelle wrist watch went on one wrist and a charm bracelet went on the other wrist. Back over to the vanity bench he lowered himself like a little girl carefully arranging her petticoats and skirt. The biggest change occurred when he donned his little girl styled wig. It had deep sleek rounded bangs, sleek sides and back ending in a mass of sausage curls. Talking two large pink bows he pulled back some of the tops on each side clipping the bows in place. He wiped a little makeup off each earlobe and attached a small set of silver hoops as his ears were pierced. He stood up and sprayed perfume all over giggling as he did so. He then said softly and girlishly, "Well, ladies I'm pretty little Pollyanna now. All me needs now is a nice dolly to play with. So, what do you think?" as he dropped a divine curtsey to us. We watched in awe as he chose a doll from his many dolls .He hugged his doll in glee like any little girl would and then cradled her in his arms. Even though he was an adult male all I could see was a delightful and happy little girl. With everything fitting him accordingly he looked like a little girl only a big little girl, that is. He went over to his Auntie Sarah, dropped another curtsey, hugged her and said, "Thank you Auntie Sarah for me new pretty dresses and helping me get all pretty too." We continued to stand in stunned silence as we witnessed this spectacle. His Auntie Sarah broke in and asked, "So what do you ladies think of our little princess Pollyanna. Isn't she all pretty?" Mom, Karen and I simply agreed with her Auntie Sarah. We loaded the compliments on Pollyanna and they were truly sincere. Her Auntie Sarah suggested we all might want to go back downstairs and chat a little. We all agreed. Auntie Sarah took Pollyanna's hand and we headed downstairs. In the living room we chatted. Pollyanna sat in a chair with her doll at her side with hands folded in her lap and was silent. Sarah went on to explain that she and her sister, Brenda had been Pollyanna's dressmakers for years, ever since she was physically a young boy. She told us whatever little girl outfits Pollyanna ever saw she and her sister could always but it together for Pollyanna. To her and her sister Pollyanna was not only a customer but a cherished little sissy girl they both adored. Both sisters we even Pollyanna's baby sitters, too. They both loved babysitting Pollyanna as she was such a sweet little girl. Sarah explained we should treat Pollyanna as we would any adorable eight year old girl. She told us Pollyanna's favorite two nicknames she loved to be called besides Pollyanna. She loved to be called, "Sissy," and, "Princess" Pollyanna just sat there and we wondered why she hadn't spoken. When we asked Sarah why she was so mute, Sarah said, "She's just like all proper little missies, she doesn't speak to adults without permission first." I wanted to find out just how much a little girl, Billy/Pollyanna was, so I used one of her beloved nicknames, "Pardon me, Sissy, you are make a cute little girl. Tell me honey what things to you love to do as a little girl?" "Oh, Ms. Linda I love to play with my dollies. I am a real good Mommy to all my dollies. I love to change their pretty clothes, change their diapers, feed them, rock them and do their hair. We have yummy tea parties. My favorite is to put them in their stroller and take them for a nice walk. I have a nice swing set too. I love to color in my coloring books and draw pretty pictures. Sometimes for fun I turn one of my boy dolls into a sissy little girl like me, his Mommy. I love to read my books like the one I'm reading now, "Heidi" I play hopscotch and jacks. I watch cute shows on TV and pretty DVDs. "Barbie," is my ever most favorite DVDs. When Auntie Sarah or Auntie Brenda baby sit me we have all kinds of fun. We bake yummy cookies then. Oh, I have oodles of fun. I even have a bunch of friends just like me. We have a club. It's the "Sissy Girl's Club'. It's for boys and girls who love being sissies." "I see. You're a very busy little girl, Princess." Mom, Karen and I sort of plummeted Pollyanna with lots of questions about her adult little girl world. We all were simply fascinated. In spite of her size, we three thought we were talking to an eight year old little girl. She was vivacious, animated, alive and just so charming. We could see she was just so darn happy being the little girl she is. I think we three fell in love with her. Finally I got up the nerve and asked her, "Pollyanna, honey, is there anything we can do for you? I mean, you've done so much for us, I think we need to do something for you in gratitude." "Oh, Ms. Linda, Ms. Karen and Ms. Susan, I desperately need a Mommy, I want a Mommy so bad it hurts. I want a nice Mommy who will sweetly petticoat me and keep me as her little girl. It would be real nice if I had some nice babysitters too. I promise to be a good little girl and obey my Mommy all the time. Mommy would be in charge of me too. Please, oh please think of that." I asked Pollyanna what "petticoat" meant. She gave me an internet reference list of sites that dealt with her form of "petticoating" to review. I promised her to look at those sites. Well, the evening drew to a close as her Auntie Sarah said it was time to put her little niece to bed. Sarah gave me her and Brenda's telephone number if I had any questions. Before we left we gave Pollyanna a hug and a kiss. During the week we three did review those web sites. It was amazing how many men there were that wanted to be treated like little girls. Some were very strange and weird, but, before we left Pollyanna told us just to look at the most vanilla of those sites and not the weird. We found out what, "petticoating" meant. Simply put it was the forced crossdressing of males and keeping males in a very feminine style of dress. In this kind of relationship the female was dominate and the male was submissive. It took about two weeks of long discussions and constant contacting of Sarah and Brenda until we collectively came up with a positive solution. Since I couldn't have children of my own, I decided to adopt Pollyanna and become the Mommy she wanted. Actually, I was looking forward to a Mother/Sissy Daughter relationship as it might somewhat fill that void I felt was missing. Mom agreed to be Pollyanna's Nanny and Karen her Auntie Karen. I talked it all over with Billy, first before acting. Billy was very well of, financially and just wanted to retire early. He was plain tired of having to be an adult male. He quoted that old psychological idea of "The Inner Child" and just totally surrendering to that child. Only his inner child was an eight year old little girl. I mentioned again about not being able to have children and I wanted just a little more. I wanted a toddler baby girl at times. I especially wanted to diaper Pollyanna at night and have some quality Mommy/Sissy baby girl time together. Billy agreed to my wishes almost immediately. So, a quick phone call to Sarah and Brenda we commissioned a complete baby girl proportional sized wardrobe and layette for Pollyanna. When in baby girl mode, Pollyanna's age would be reduced to that of a three year old toddler. I managed to get an adult sized crib for her over the internet. It took about a month and things were ready. Sarah and Brenda delivered Pollyanna's baby girl things, everything from dresses, sleepwear, bonnets, booties, petticoats, embroidered bibs, special panties all the way to diapers and plastic panties, everything we needed. The crib was set up in her room. Billy surprised me with an adult high chair all in pink with "Baby Pollyanna" stenciled on the back surrounded by blue and yellow daisies he had made for us and a changing table he made himself. Mom, Karen, Sarah, Brenda and I had sort of a special baby shower at Pollyanna's for her. That was the first time Pollyanna's Mommy dressed and diapered her little girl. We signed some legal documents keeping Pollyanna well off and declaring our Mommy/Sissy Little Girl relationship and it's somewhat rules. Billy, if needed could still do work for Mom's company as we appreciated his expertise. So, that's how I became Pollyanna's Mommy, and, Hannah I've never been so happy in my life. So, it looks to be 9:30 and I think it's time to get my little girl up, bathed and dressed for the day. I better warm up her morning bottle, my little one sometimes is a bit cranky in the morning. Basically it's baby formula with a big dose of coffee. She needs her bottle of jitters, as she calls it. Let me warm it up it takes only two minutes. "Oh, Linda I'm just dying to meet your little Pollyanna. This so cool, so to speak," Hannah said. I hate to say this but the thought of an adult male not only dressing like a little girl, but, actually wanting not only to dress as a little girl, but act like one too sort of thrilled me. My imagination was running wild as Linda and I made our way upstairs. We turned left at the top of the stairs and reached the end of the hallway. Linda opened the door and we stepped in. Suddenly I felt like Alice stepping through the mirror into a little girl's wonderland. The bedroom suite was all pink and white. Sunshine beamed through the white chiffon under curtains on the four windows. Each curtain had a pink satin over curtain tied back with bows. The wall were pink wallpaper with a faerie motif, separated by a chair rail in white, under the chair rail the bottom of the walls were done in a pale pastel blue. The floor was hardwood with pink and white fluffy throw rugs in various places. To my right I could see a bathroom in the same colors. There was a princess canopy bed to one side, it was skirted, like the white vanity and bench. Two darling nightstands flanked each side of the bed. Each had a doily on the top where two pink lamps set. A long white dresser was on one wall, with a mirror and little jewelry music box associated with the dresser. Over to one corner was a crib and changing table. The back of the room was set up as a play area, school desk, book shelves with dolls galore, reading material and games decorated the shelves. Pretty pictures decorated the walls. I found out Pollyanna had done all the art work. She is a great artist. There was a fireplace in the center with a pink floral sofa, flanked by two matching chairs. Two end tables and a coffee table as well as a rocking chair all in white completed the elaborate furnishings. This was truly a dream bedroom any prissy little girl would dream to have. Billy must have spent a fortune on it. My amazement was interrupted by Linda saying, "Over here Hannah (pointing to the crib), Mommy's little girl is still asleep." I walked over to the crib and the sight that greeted me was well beyond even my imagination. Sleeping on her side was an adorable big little girl. She had on a yellow baby doll frilly nightie, yellow and white rumba panties over a well padded rear end (her diapers). On her head was a darling yellow and white sleep bonnet tied under her chin with a yellow satin ribbon. I could see the length of her hair as well as her bangs peeking out from under her bonnet. On her feet were a pair of white lacy socks. In her mouth was a pacifier which occasionally she'd make sucking noises. Linda opened the window next to Pollyanna's crib and the slight breeze making the Disney Princess mobile over her crib tinkle gently. "Good morning, Princess, time to wake up," Linda said as she kissed Pollyanna on her head. The little sissy opened her eyelids with the prettiest eyelashes I ever saw and stretched and said in a reasonable little girl's voice, "Good morning Mommy!" "Remember when Mommy told you two days ago, she'd have a special friend over Saturday to meet her little girl? Of course you do cupcake. This is Ms. Hannah, Mommy's very special friend." "Nice to meet you, Ms. Hannah. My you so pretty!" "Why thank you Pollyanna and it's nice to meet you too." "Honey are your diapers wet?" "Yes Mommy me did pee pee." "Ok, pumpkin hop up on your changing table and Mommy will get her sissy all cleaned up. That's a good girl. Now here's your bottle. Nurse like a good baby girl, now." As Linda was changing Pollyanna's diapers, Pollyanna seemed to be into total bliss. S(he) nursed her bottle with one hand and played with a baby's rattle with the other hand. When Pollyanna's diapers were off I couldn't help noticing how small her penis was. My stare didn't go unnoticed by Linda, "Yes, Hannah, Pollyanna is very small down there. We have a very special name for her little wee-wee we call it her, "little sissy clitty" Other that to pee and wet herself Pollyanna rarely uses it for, "nasty sex," as she is just a virgin and innocent little girl. But, occasionally Pollyanna might want a milking. Oh, we do have fun when it's "milking time". A soft lacey hankie and a few minutes is all that it takes. Pollyanna all the while makes some sweet mooing like she is a little baby calf. Oh, it's so cute and sissy." Pollyanna's diapers were changed. Linda put on her a matching robe and some yellow princess slippers. Pollyanna took a doll with her and we headed downstairs for breakfast. Pollyanna didn't walk downstairs, rather due to the thickness of her diapers she waddled like a toddler. Pollyanna was put in her high chair and an embroidered white bib was placed around her neck and tied into place. On her bib spelt out in baby blocks was, "Mommy's Sissy Girl" Linda with my help fixed a great breakfast. Pollyanna sat in her high chair and ate off her, "Barbie," dishware. She even had a matching sipppy cup. After clearing up the kitchen Linda looked at Pollyanna and, "It's Pretty Time, Princess!, Hannah would you like to help me get Pollyanna all ready for her day?" Pollyanna cried out in glee, "Yay, it's Pretty Time! Me gonna be pretty, me gonna be pretty." "Sure I'd love to help, Linda." We took Pollyanna up to her bedroom, got her nightie, diapers and other nightwear off and Linda plopped her into a scented bubble bath. "Hannah, why don't you got to Pollyanna's closet and pick out a pretty dress for her to wear. It's a pretty big walk in closet, but her baby girl dresses are to the right and her little girl dresses are to the left. There's more little girl dresses than baby girl dresses. Pick out a nice little girl dress for her." While Linda was bathing Pollyanna I went to her closet and slid back the large doors and turned on the light. My stars I've never seen so many little girls clothes in one place, except maybe in a little girls boutique. The closet was lined with them. There were many pair of shoes in shoes racks, bonnets, hats and wigs galore on the top shelves. There were petticoats, full slips, nightwear and oodles of frills everywhere. There was one dress that caught my eye as it was so very juvenile. It was a pink and white, "Disney," Princess style dress. It had a smocking going down the blouse with a pink bow at the top of the collar, Little cameos of Disney princesses decorated the skirt, the skirt ending in a tiny ruffle. The short slightly puffed sleeves ended in a little ruffle too. The dress had a wide pastel pink satin sash for the waist. Oh, it was so darling. I think I remembered my seven year old niece wearing a similar dress and looking so cute at her birthday party, only this dress was a little more elaborate. I chose that dress and brought out a pink pair of Mary Jane shoes to go with the dress. I carefully laid the dress on her bed placing the shoes on the floor below the dress. Help me, but, I was really getting into this and enjoying it too. Linda came out with Pollyanna wrapped, girl's style, around her. Well, Hannah, what did you pick out for our sissy to wear today?" I held up the dress, "Oh, Hannah, you have lovely tastes. That is one of Pollyanna's ever most favorite dresses to wear. So, let's get her some delicious accessories to wear with her favorite dress," Linda said. Pollyanna's eyes were wide as saucers and she was smiling from ear to ear, so innocently. Pollyanna asked me, "Miss Hannah, can I call you Auntie Hannah, please. Me would love to." "Of course Princess, please do. I would be honored if you do call me Auntie Hannah." In sort order we got our Sissy Princess all pretty. Underneath her dress she wore pink and white frilly tennis panties, a pink training bra and full pristine virginal white petticoats (3 layers of them). With her pink Mary Jane shoes she wore white ankle length sissy socks with the lacey tops folded down. With her dress on, buttoned up the back and it's sash properly tied in a big bow at her back Linda took her over to her vanity bench and had her sit down. The little sissy sat like a prefect little girl arranging her dress and petticoats and crossing her legs at the ankle. Linda touched up her nail polish and put on a minimum amount of makeup (just a tad of blusher, a hit of mascara and a generous application of pink lipstick) to Pollyanna angelic face. "Ok, sweetie what pretty hair does my Sissy Princess want to today?" "Oh, Mommy fluffy curly, please!" Linda brought out a darling golden blonde wig out of the closet and arranged it on Pollyanna's head. The top and part of the sides were sleek with the bottom of the tresses arranged in a mass of fluffy curls. The deep bangs came out of the slight parting in the middle of the wig. "Now, Pollyanna, is it two bows or one bow today." "Two, Mommy, please!" Linda took two pink bows out of a vanity drawer and clipped them into the wig at the top and front of each side. A simple silver charm bracelet when of one wrist and a. "Barbie," watch on a pink strap went on the other wrist. Linda sprayed her all over with perfume and Pollyanna giggled hysterically. For a man dressed as a little girl he look so sweet and I could tell he was a very contented little girl. Linda suggested since it was a lovely day, sun shinning, a few wispy clouds in the sky and warm yet still cool, we might want to go out to the back patio. She said this would be a golden opportunity to interview Pollyanna. With Pollyanna hugging a doll we headed to the back patio. Placing his doll by his side, Pollyanna sat perfectly arranging his petticoats and dress and placing his hands in his lap. All his actions were a typical of a real little girl, which I found charming and amazing. I placed my recorder on the patio table and began my interview. Before I started the interview Pollyanna asked, "Mommy since Auntie Hannah is going to talk to me, can I talk like a grown up, please." "I think that best, Pollyanna honey bunch." I began. "This is Hannah Stone, its Saturday September 10th. I am here with Miss Pollyanna an adult sissy little girl and his Mommy. Pollyanna is a 32 year old male preferring to live as an eight year old little girl. Pollyanna is retired and lives basically full time as an eight year old little girl. For the remainder of this interview Pollyanna will be referred as a female. So, let's get started. Pollyanna how long have you been an adult little girl?" 'I guess just about since I was eight years old when I first got dressed up as a little girl. As I grew up, so did my clothing, but the little girl clothing always drew me back. I do have a nice collection of grown up women's clothes in one of the bedroom closets which I wear occasionally. But, I mostly wear my little girl clothes." "You mention first dressing up as a girl at 8 years old. How did that occur?" "At seven I was sent to live with my two widowed great aunts. They both were wealthy business women. My parents thought they were the new Bonnie and Clyde and went on a crime spree. They got caught and were sentenced to long terms in prison. They are still there today. This was a family embarrassment and I come from a family that tries to take care of family. One Sunday night I watched, "Alice In Wonderland," on the television. I thought Alice was so pretty. Monday morning my aunts held their normal weekly meeting with the household staff. Not wanting to get in the way I thought about making a full exploration of the large attic upstairs. I set off in my adventure. Up in the attic I saw it was filled with wardrobes, steamer trunks and old dressers as well as some other stuff. After a lengthy exploration I opened up one of the wardrobes. A particular dress caught my eye. I pulled it out and it looked like the dress that Alice wore on the previous night. The dress even had a pinafore with it. I hug the dress hanger to the hook on the wardrobe door and just stared in total wonder. I go so mentally lost in how pretty the dress was I didn't hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I remember saying out loud "Pretty!" as my Aunt Melanie stood behind me." "Why there you are Billy and yes it is a very pretty dress. It's part of a costume my daughter wore once." "Too make a long story short my aunt asked me if I'd like to wear the dress. I shyly said I would like to wear it. She would let me wear it only if I was done up right with everything that went with the dress, the whole ensemble. Needless to say I loved it. I spent the rest of the day as Alice. My Aunt Barbara was surprised at seeing me as Alice, but joined in the fun with Aunt Melanie and me. Eventually my Aunts allowed me to wear more girl clothes whenever I wanted too. All I had to do was to politely ask one of the maids, I'd like some, "Girl Time." My aunts even assigned me my own maid, Cathy, to assist me in my, "Girl Times" Cathy had some experience with boys who dressed like girls as her younger brother was one." "Your aunts had no problems with your girl times?" "My aunts were pretty much women of the world. Basically, they were both open minded on a lot of things. When it came to my girl times they neither encouraged it, nor did they discourage it. I guess they didn't see anything wrong with it. Under their guidance, support and love they instilled in me that if I liked to dress as a girl then just accept it as closets are only for my dresses not for me. Aunt Barbara just told me some boys just love to be pretty as their sisters." "Seems like you had an overabundance of females in your life, you think that contributed to your dressing like them?" "Looking back I think I always seemed to naturally gravitate towards girls attire and girlish things. I just thought this to be part of my nature. If people thought me to be a sissy because of this then I eventually accepted that I was a sissy. My aunts had no issues with that, so, neither should I." "As to male influence in my life I had my two much older male cousins and my aunt's chauffer, Mr. O'Brien, an ex boxer. I learned a lot of boy stuff from them like defending myself and how to plat sports. When it came to being a boy later a young man I could compete adequately with my male peer group. The only issue here was all my life I tended to look girlish. When I was eleven it got out I dressed as a girl. It got so bad at school being the sissy of the school that my aunts had to pull me out and hire a governess/teacher for me to be home schooled. I had quite a few fights, all I won, but I hated fighting so bad. Then to a certain degree this was a plus as I could have longer girl times." "How did it become known that you dressed as a girl?" "One of the things my aunts enjoyed was their bi-monthly Sunday afternoon formal tea parties. At those tea parties all the women and girls wore tea length fancy dresses and gloves. I loved them and frequently attended them wearing what the girls wore. When I attended those wonderful tea parties I always tried to dress one of my dolls in outfits similar to the one I was wearing. That was ever so much fun. I still attended them to this day. It was through those parties I gained a lot of girlfriends once their mothers just thought of me as a sweet little boy that simply dressed as a girl. Anyway one silly woman blabbed about me. The word got out that Melanie and Barbara's nephew was a sissy that dressed as a girl." "So, did that isolate you and was that awful for you?" "Yes it did. But, there were major pluses. At the hand of my aunts I learned business. To them I'll be always grateful, at their knees my business acumen began and helped me to succeed very well in business and be able to retire very early. Though my governess I learned all those feminine things. By the time I was a young teenage boy I knew a lot about makeup, hairstyling and fashion. I learned all the sewing arts. Even today as Pollyanna I find it very relaxing to do my embroidery. Through my governess Ms. Birch my artistic abilities blossomed. Take a long walk through the house. A lot of the paintings were done by me. In fact my fashion, makeup and hairstyling were hits amongst the local teenage girls. That placed me in constant demand on their parts. I was able to mainstream back into the school system as most of the girls become sort of my unofficial protection squad. I was always fixing them up for their special affairs. It sort of struck me a tad funny that many times when the girls would come to our house for their makeup, hairstyle or dress fitting I was frequently having my girl times. They generally just accepted that fact." "I should have mentioned my aunts were able to jointly adopt me when I was nine. That gave me the steadiness and anchor of family that I needed for the rest of my life." "One major thing, except that blabbing woman, was there was a major difference as to the way I was treated by both females and males." "How, so?" "A majority of females accept the sissy that I am. Once they get to know me they seem to be more accepting of who and what I am. I've forged life long friendships with many females. Males generally just think of me as a traitor and a threat to their gender. But, I do have a few very intelligent and open minded male friends." "So, when did this little girl thing come into existence?" "As I grew up my girlish wardrobe grew up with me. But, for true solace I found escaping back to being a little girl so comforting. My aunts just thought of it as cute. That's how I met my Aunties, Sarah and Brenda. My aunts commissioned from them my little girl wardrobe. Not only are they my seamstresses but dear friends as well. I've gotten so many wonderful girlish gifts from them over the years. When Pollyanna thinks she needs a babysitter, they are very reliable. As Pollyanna grew into her womanhood, it seemed the more she gravitated or reverted back to her little girlhood. I just found that a need for the most frilly, prissy and sissy attire I needed. I guess by the time I was 25 when it came to crossdressing I was sissy little girl Pollyanna about 90% of the time. Most psychologist say never lose touch with your inner child. My inner child is just an eight year old little girl." "You keep mentioning sissy. Do you consider yourself a sissy? Some may think that is such an awful thing to be." "Yes, Hannah I am a sissy. I love being a sissy. I think being a true sissy makes me a far better person. Contrary to popular misinterpretations I feel there are two types of sissies. For a true sissy being a sissy is an emotional need. There are what I call the fetish sissy. For them sissiness is mostly a special sexual thing. Mostly a true sissy just wants to look pretty and enjoy being pretty. Fetish sissies are into things like petticoat punishment or forced crossdressing, dominance and submission and a variety of other maybe rough things. This form of sissiness generally appears sexual in nature. To me being a true sissy has nothing sexual to do with it. For me it's not a sexual turn on, it's strictly a mental turn on and I'm just plain happier and full filled as a sissy. I find being called a sissy to be a badge of courage rather than a slur. I'm proud to be a sissy and I love being called SISSY." "I've read a lot of literature of how harshly some sissies are treated. One thing being a true sissy, a sissy should never be abused. We for the most part are like innocent children, very delicate in nature and content in our sissiness. To a certain degree hurting us true sissies adds up to a form of child abuse." "So how many people know you are a sissy?" "Prior to retirement I generally limited the people who knew about me as Sissy Pollyanna. I had to hide Pollyanna because of business and employment. When I established my own firm and people became dependant on me for their employment, I opened up a little more to special people. I suspect at the very least most people may have suspected something different about me. I mean as a male I've always looked girlish and I'm naturally effeminate. Ask me about the Pollyanna / Penelope thing later. When I retired and turned over the running of my business to one of my most trustful and confident friends, a woman, Sissy Pollyanna came roaring out of the closet. She came out so wonderfully she has now the true freedom to go anywhere she pleases as the prissy and sissy little girl she is." "You mean you actually go out, like publicly" "Sure I do, It's so much fun. I enjoy seeing people's reactions to Pollyanna. I think maybe 95% of the people don't mind it, only the 5% of the societal lunatic fringe find it threatening. Maybe I'm educating people. I'm always on my super best little girl sissy behavior when out in the world. Besides people in this town are now used to seeing Pollyanna. I got many fans. In fact a few parents when they saw me in one of my favorite sissy outfits all decked out as, Alice In Wonderland", are talking about me doing storybook readings. That'll have to be seriously looked into." "Alright you got my curiosity, what about this Pollyanna/Penelope thing?" "I met Penelope, a.k.a., Steve, the first semester at college. Part of the duties of the incoming senior class was the pairing up of freshmen as roommates. He too was cursed or blessed, depending on your view, with girlish looks like me. I guess the senior(s) that paired us up thought they were paring up two girls as roommates. He and I seemed to hit it off from the start. My aunt Barbara was somewhat very concerned about my girlish ways being exposed in a freshmen's dormitory situation, so she rented a nice furnished two bedroom apartment for me for more privacy. I took Steve along with me as I sensed maybe a kinship. Well, late in the first semester I found out just how close that kinship was. I had headed back home one weekend to see my family. I had just got out of town when my car suddenly died. I managed to get it towed to a garage, call home and get a taxi back to the apartment. On entering the apartment I noticed it was dark as the drapes were drawn. Sitting on the sofa wrapped up reading a book, was a strange blonde woman dressed in a pink nightie and robe. I startled her as she stood up. Looking closely it was Steve all dressed up and looking stunning as a woman. He got really upset and I just went over and hugged him trying to calm him down. I surprised him when I told him I wore girls clothes too. To prove it to him. I told him to wait and I'd be back in about 20 minutes. Seeing him in nightwear I thought I'd join him. I wore my pastel blue nightie, matching peignoir and princess slippers. I joined him in wearing what he had on, so that meant garter belt, stockings, panties and bra. I did my make up, painting my nails and donning my long medium gypsy styled auburn wig. I walked out to the hallway to the living room where Steve was. Before entering I said, "Steve I'd like to introduce to you, "Miss Pollyanna," and walked out to his complete surprise. Steve was so delighted to find a kindred spirit. We both looked stunning as ladies. Steve told me his girl's name, "Penelope" Penny and Polly we became and developed a sort of sissy sisterhood. I consider Penelope as my sister. We spent four glorious years together. We found out that our apartment had a good private entrance that allowed us to go out as girls together, which we frequently did. I loved us getting dressed up as girls and snuggling together. Penelope and I did have sex together which we both enjoyed. Today we still have sex and it's our special thing we still both enjoy. That's one of the times I dress as an adult woman." "Is Penelope a little girl sissy like you?" "Yes she is. I took her home one time to meet my aunts. I introduced her to the adult sissy little girl world. Penelope enjoyed it a lot when I dressed her in one my little girl outfits. We skipped downstairs holding hands much to my aunts delight. She and her Mommy, Jennifer, are members of our special little girls club." "Back to sex, what is your sex life, if you don't mind me asking." "I don't mind at all. Linda and I do have normal male/female sex. I let her control that. To heighten my enjoyment I love to wear pretty lingerie for that. One thing I do admire about Linda is that she is so very secure in her sexual identity that she doesn't mind an adult Pollyanna. Linda does give me my occasional milking that I like. Penelope and I still have occasional sex." "May I interrupt here, Hannah? I thought I'd interject here. Pollyanna and Penelope do have sex as adult women and so do I and Penelope's Mommy Jennifer. The four of us are very close and share a lot. Mommy Jennifer is just like me, unable to have children of our own. So with Pollyanna and Penelope we all have a much better sexual life and richer life in general. Although it is just a total feminine life. I think through our bad histories with so called real men, both Jennifer and I are over with those so called real men. We love our sissies," Linda said. "Thanks Linda. I guess I'd like to explore this baby girl thing. Have you been into being a baby girl all along too?" "No Hannah, I haven't. When Linda moved in it was her that introduced me to the world of diapers, plastic panties and baby girl clothes and things. Linda told me that having a baby was something she was missing and it's extremely hard to adopt a baby, especially when you're a twice divorced single woman. For her sake I said I'd love to be her little baby, as long as I was a baby girl. Now, at least at nighttime I wear my diapers. I find diapers very comfortable to wear. I find nursing on my pacifiers so soothing. Nighttime is our special Mommy/Baby Girl time. Linda bathes me, puts me in my diapers and plastic panties. When I'm all dressed as baby Pollyanna, Mommy gives me my nighttime bottle of real baby formula, then reads me a story as she rocks me. Then it's either nightie night and off to my crib or bed. Sometimes Linda asks me to be her baby girl during the day. If it pleases her, then I just do it, without question. Today I can't imagine sleeping without my diapers on and nursing on my pacifier. Linda and I have sort of an agreement, I will wet my diapers, but I won't do the other thing as it is too nasty for me. Being both a little girl and a baby girl only seems to complete my beloved sissiness. By the way Penelope's Mommy Jennifer introduced her to the world of sissy baby girls too." "Back to my growing up I might add is if you're a pretty boy females somehow feel impelled to want to dress you up as a girl. God knows how many times females wanted to put makeup on me, style my hair and put me in dresses. They were always doing this to me. Not that I didn't mind it, It was a lot of fun. It seems like as soon as they met me they wanted me in a dress. I talked to a lot of my fellow sissies about this phenomenon and it seems the prettiest or girlish of us all underwent this same treatment by females. So, as a result I've developed "The Big Doll Theory." All girls grow up playing with dolls, dressing dolls, doing the dolls hair, having tea parties with their dolls, etc. I really feel that a lot of them never really grow out of their little girl doll phase. Some adult women collect dolls and some find replacements for their dolls. To these women us sissies are the perfect replacements. We sissies are blank canvases to them. They can dress us up pretty, do our hair or wigs, do our makeup and girlishly accessorize us sissies in every way they want. The more little girlish we sissies are the more they love us. I really think most females are very sympathetic towards all sissies. I was my aunts dress up doll and I'm now Linda's dress up doll. I've always loved that and still do. All Linda has to do is call one of my aunts about a particular doll outfit she'd love to surprise me with and they'll have it made. You aught to see my storybook outfit collection. In away that's why I simply surrender and let Linda dress me anyway she wants. That to me is the best part of being a sissy, it's the unexpected." That made me deeply think this whole adult sissy little girl world even more. Pollyanna's theory made a lot of sense. Linda interrupted again and asked if I'd like to meet Penelope and her Mommy Jennifer. She could ask them over as they lived right up the road from her and Pollyanna. I quickly agreed to meet them. The more I got into this sissy world, the more I seemed to enjoy it. It released something inside of me that I wouldn't have suspected or expected. I started to wonder what my life would be like if I had a sissy of my own. Jennifer made the call while Pollyanna and I took a short break. The short chat over the cell phone went this way ........ "Hi Jennifer, it's Linda, I told you about my friend Hannah coming over to interview Pollyanna and me. Well she's here. Is Penelope all pretty now like Pollyanna is now?" "She is great. Why don't you and Penelope come over. Hannah would like to meet you both." "Good, we'll see you in maybe 10 minutes." "They're on their way, Hannah." Pollyanna said joyfully, "Oh, goodie Auntie Jenny and Penelope is coming over. I hope she's bringing over her new dolly. Mommy, can they stay over tonight. Maybe, Auntie Hannah can stay too. Oh, please Mommy and Auntie Hannah?" Linda said, "Mommy and Auntie Jenny will talk about that when they come here, precious. What about you, Hannah. Can you stay overnight?" Somehow I was so touched being called "Auntie Hannah" by Pollyanna. "Sure, Linda. I'd be delighter. I even have a packed suitcase in the car. I had just got back from an assignment before I came here." "In fact why don't we make it an all girl night. I'll call Mom and Karen and see if they can come over for an early dinner tonight. Pollyanna loves her Nanny and Auntie Karen." Calls were made and they accepted the dinner invitation. Linda and I went out to get my suitcase while Pollyanna beaming happily in joy simply played with her dolly. On the way out I thought any mother in the world would be so delighter in having such a wonderful and polite little girl like Pollyanna. Really came back roaring in when I reminded myself that darling little girl was a male, yet a sissy male though. We just got my suitcase to the bedroom and we made it back downstairs when the front door opened. By the way the bedroom I was assigned was very femininely appointed as well like the rest of the house. That bedroom made the bedroom at my apartment look downright boyish. In stepped into the hallway a very beautiful tall woman, just as tall as Linda. Accompanying that woman was an adorable, what appeared to be a little girl. She was all decked out in a very pretty blue pastel dress done in a faerie land print. The dress had a dark blue sash tied at the waist. I could see the hint of lace edged petticoats at the hem of her adorable dress. She wore black strapped Mary Jane shoes. Her long strawberry straight blonde hair was accented by a dark blue Alice band tied with a bow at the top of her bangs. She wore very light make up just like Pollyanna. In her pastel blue wrist gloves she held her dolly cradled in one arm and carried a little string purse in the other hand. Then Pollyanna arrived and in total glee said, "Auntie Jenny, Penny!" She curtsied to her Auntie Jenny and Auntie Jenny gave her a big hug. Penelope put her doll and purse on the hallway table and what I saw was the most lovely sight I think I haven't seen in so long. Pollyanna and Penelope curtsied sweetly to each other, they took each others hands in their own and held hands together, bent slightly and kissed each other directly on each others lips. Then they hugged tightly. Linda made all the proper introductions and we all headed back to the patio, Linda and the two little girls prepared some snacks and iced tea while Jennifer and I got acquainted. Linda and the two girls made it back with the snacks and iced tea. Penelope and Pollyanna wore cute frilly white pinafores to protect their lovely dresses. I asked both Jennifer and Penelope if they wouldn't mind being a part of the interview I'd been having with Linda and Pollyanna. I began to think this story needed to be greatly expanded. They both agreed. The girls sat there playing with their dollies. Penelope did bring her new dolly over for Pollyanna to see. Both of them were very well behaved little sissy misses. "So, Jennifer, how did you meet Penelope?" "Hannah, I belonged to a support group of women that couldn't conceive and bear children. Through that group I met and became good friends with a woman name, Debra. Too make it a tad short, one day Debra told me she had come up the perfect solution to not being able to have children. To my surprise Debra really opened up and told me to my astonishment of a very special little group of adults, mostly males who were adult sissy little girls. Essentially Debra was introduced to this group by another woman. Though that group Debra had met her husband now her sissy little girl, Melissa. Debra invited me to attend a meeting of that group. That's where and when I met my Penelope. Though just about a whole month of being with Penelope I just knew we were just made for each other. Soon I became Penelope's Mommy and have loved her and our relationship ever since." "You talk about a special group and so has Linda. What's this group all about." "Well, it's a very strict and selective group. It's strongly directed as a support group for sissy little girls. These sissy little girls can be both real girls and boys. The group does consist of mainly sissy little boy girls, but we do have a few sissy little girl girls. It's very difficult to get into and only after either a strong recommendation from a member or a long interview process. We only want true sissies in our group. Do you know what a, "true sissy', is Hannah?" "Yes, I do Jennifer, Pollyanna has explained that to me." "Though Penelope I met Pollyanna. Pollyanna was and still is one of the sweetest sissies I've ever met. Penelope and Pollyanna are just about the ever most darling and rare sissy sisters I've ever met. We both were very concerned that Pollyanna would never know the very special Mommy/Sissy relationship that Penelope and I have. Thank the goddess Linda came into her life. They are perfect for each other. Linda tell Hannah what's happening the first of next month." Linda responded, "At our special group we're having a special marriage ceremony. Pollyanna and I am getting married, legally, at a Mommy/Sissy Wedding. Hannah, you're invited. Sarah and Brenda are working now on our wedding gowns right now. They're going to be so beautiful I just can't wait. Pollyanna is so excited too. We'll both be, "officially," Mommy and Sissy." "Thanks Linda I'd love to attend." "In fact tomorrow we're having another meeting of our club here. It's Melissa's ninth birthday. You're invited to that too, if you like. The one good thing about living out here in the country is that there is so much privacy as there are large estates out here. Both Linda/Pollyanna and Penelope and me live on adjoining estates of 100 acres each. So our sissies have lots of private room to walk to each others houses. Generally all meetings are held at our houses. Linda and I just alternate." "Can you tell a basic history of this group?" Jennifer replied," Back in the late 1950's and early 1960's single crossdressers in this country organized support groups. A few crossdressers soon discovered that they had a commonality, namely, they loved to dress up as little girls. No only did they love to dress up as little girls, they loved to play and act like they were real little girls. A few took it so far as to dress up as baby girls, play and act accordingly. They started off small into a few support groups for just those who had similar tastes. They established the strict entrance codes, etc., in order for anyone to join these support groups. This was a time where few even understood crossdressing as an adult woman, let alone crossdressing as a little girl. Even infantilism wasn't understood at all. To vast degree even the professional medical and psychological worlds can't come to grip with these subjects themselves. But, some males need to dress as little girls or baby girls. To them this is an emotional need for solace and peace. It is an escape from the pressures exerted on them by society to perform on the traditional male role. Thus, the need for these males to socialize and share experiences, fears and other issues with other males that also need to dress as little girls arose. The early girls were the ones who established a network of suppliers, seamstresses, wig shops, etc., that could cater to the world of adult little girls. Many of these still exist today. The early little girls that formed these small groups also insisted on using the term "Sissy" as not only a term of endearment, but to denote that that term could be turned from a negative term to a very positive term. The term "Sissy" and being a "Sissy" can be the most positive thing a male could be. A sissy can forget all that male role stuff and become a male that knows his feminine side and is not afraid to be effeminate. All of us Mommies, Aunties, Nannies, feel we are the lucky ones that we have wonderful and rewarding relations with our sissies. Personally, I think Penelope and Pollyanna are far better persons being sissies." "Bravo!" said Linda. Girl, was this story getting very intrigue and deeper. Being a thorough reporter I felt I needed to know it all and see how far it got me. "Sure, since I'm spending the night here, I'd love to attend. Thanks.!" "So how many members are there in this group?" "Officially we have 171 members. There are lots of single sissies, sissies with aunties and mommies, one sissy with a grandmother, a couple sissies with daddies and even a few extremely special people in search of a sissy. This group has been going on for at least the past three decades. There are similar groups scattered across the country. Each group generally has a support sissy sister group." "Is there anything special I should be aware of before attending this meeting, Jennifer." "There are just a few. We like to emphasize the positive in being a sissy. So, if a sissy is named, Pollyanna, for instance, she should be referred to as, "Sissy Pollyanna" Sissy is a term of endearment and besides our girls love being called sissy. All of our sissies should be treated with respect and just like any adult would treat them as the sweet little sissy girls they are. Remember all sissies are childish and juvenile in their nature. All our sissies have been pre- interviewed, pre-screened and all have been sworn to be strictly discrete. Some have undergone a sort of pre-sissy training program. We teach them to just let out their inner sissy, how to act like good little girls and talk like little girls. Extreme prissiness is in the center of their pre-training. We want sweet little sissy girls, not some boys in dresses. We feel that this creates a proper decorum as well as maintaining a better and more full filling adult/sissy relationship. So, to get into the spirit why don't you call Pollyanna and Penelope, Sissy Pollyanna and Sissy Penelope, for the rest of the day? It might help you some." Just then Pollyanna and Penelope got up and Pollyanna back fully in little girl mode said, "Mommy may Penny and I go out to the swing set?" "Of course, sweetie you can. But let Mommy first fix your lipstick, pumpkin, so you can look as sweet as little Penny. Go fetch your lipstick like Mommy's good little girl," Linda said. Pollyanna skipped off soon to return with her lipstick, some tissues and her little compact. Seeing this Linda said, "Good little princess, your little nose does need a little powder too." Lipstick repaired, nose powdered soon two little girls holding hands giggled, swished and skipped away merrily holding hands towards the big swing set. Turning back to Linda and Jennifer I asked, "I guess by viewing how happy Sissy Pollyanna and Sissy Penelope are they are reflective of all the sissies in your group?" Linda replied, "Hannah, most are happy little sissy girls. We do have a very special little girl we all adore. Sadly, she doesn't have a Mommy of her own. We're in the long involved process of finding a Mommy. an Auntie or a Nanny to adopt her. She's just as sweet and pretty like our Polly and Penny. Her name is "Chrissie Anna." Chrissie is a close girl friend on Polly's and Penny's. She's a frequent guest at our houses. It's adorable when the three of them play together. You'll meet her at tomorrow's birthday party for Sissy Melissa. Maybe one day Chrissie Anna will have her own Mommy/Sissy adoption ceremony." Jennifer echoed Linda's hope for Chrissie Anna. "Mommy/Sissy adoption ceremony, what does that involve?" Jennifer answered, "Well that's one of the most highlights of our special club. Have you ever seen a little girls frilly communion styled dress and outfit? That's what a sissy wears in addition to a darling little veil. Well, in front of the leader of our club and all the members a Mommy and a Sissy make their pledges to each other. The Mommy or in some cases, the Auntie, Nanny or Daddy, stand while their sissies kneel on a white satin pillow. They hold hands. The adult promises to always care for their sissy. They promise to honor their sissy and to lovingly be the adult who further guides their sissy into a happy and full filled sissyhood. The sissy promises to be dependent on the adult, to be somewhat submissive to the adult and to be obedient to the adult at all times. In their relationship the sissy gives up all adult behavior and swears to be nothing but a very juvenile child. Adult behavior for the sissy is totally dependent on the adult. To further enhance this adult/child relationship the sissy declares her semi permanent age in the relationship. Generally these are ages six through ten. Once done the official adoption book is signed. Oh, Hannah this is such a wonderful ceremony. Many a sissy has come full circle into a more complete sissyhood." "You two have adopted your sissies?" "Of course we have. Both of our sissies are eight years old too," Linda replied. "Do your sissies ever grow up?" "Linda and I are thinking perhaps we'll let them be little nine year old sissies. Maybe this year if they're good little sissy girls. But, that will be the limit we don't ever want them to lose their childish innocence." "Jennifer, Linda has her Mommy/Baby Girl Time with Pollyanna, do you do the same with Penelope?" "Sure do, Penelope has been in diapers and plastic panties at night it seems like the first thing I did to her when we met. We have our wonderful nightly Mommy/Baby Girl time together. I gave Linda a lot of pointers when she considered Pollyanna as a possible baby girl. I'd bet you Pollyanna and Penelope couldn't now sleep without being all snug in their diapers and plastic panties nursing on their pacifiers. Since you're staying here tonight you'll see it for yourself. By the way that reminds me I better go home and pack Penelope's diaper bag and some night clothes for the both of us. So, if you'll excuse me, I'll be back in awhile. I'll leave you in Linda's capable hands." With that Jennifer left. Sissies Pollyanna and Penelope came back together holding hands from their time at the swing set. Chatting just like any two little girls and giggling amongst themselves, what a sight it was. I kept having to remind myself that these two little girls were adult males. Just somehow I felt I was falling under some magical spell. Looking back the more I got into their sissy little girl world the more I seemed to accept they were just two prissy sissy (yet big) little girls. It was their childish behavior, their prissy and dainty little ways and their reasonable feminine voices with those slight lisps that really helped me to see past that male issue. Pollyanna asked her Mommy Linda, "Mommy can Penelope and me go up and play in my room? I want to show her my new 'Barbie' movie." "Ok, Princess. Now you two girls be good little girls and play nicely. No hanky panky." "Thank you Mommy and we'll be good little girls