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If you like my story then let me know.
If you don't like my story let me know also. But if you don't like it,
then why do you keep reading it?
For all you morons that say I'm sick or compare me to Hitler (where that
came from I have no idea, some fool did compare me to him.) .....Just
remember THIS IS NOT REAL. It may be twisted but it's not real.
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My Sissy Life
Part One...
It was the middle of August and I was school clothes shopping with my
mother. We live in a small town, where everyone knows everyone. There
weren't any malls or places to go shopping for clothes in our town so we
went to the city to go shopping.
"Oh Bobbie, look at this skirt. It would go perfect with your white
short sleeve poplin blouse," my mother said.
The skirt was pleated, green and black plaid and went to about 2 inches
above my knee.
"Mother, why do I have to get new school clothes? If I must get new
clothes could I just get jeans?" I said, hoping that maybe ths year
things might change. "I mean, this skirt with my blouse would look like
a school uniform. I goto a public school, they don't have uniforms."
"Bobbie," she said, "you know you can't wear jeans. Your father would
never approve it. You know what things you are allowed to wear."
"Yes mother," I said, knowing my father would never let me wear jeans in
the house, let alone to school.
"Besides," she said, "you'll look very cute going to school on the first
day dressed in your blouse and this skirt. We can get you some new
white
knee socks and with your patent leather shoes you'll be the most pretty
girl there. You are going into the 7th grade, you should want to make a
good impression on your first day."
She was right, I was going into the 7th grade. Only I'm not 12 years
old, I'm 16 and I didn't want to give a first impression like that.
The reason I am so far behind in school is because I failed 3rd, 4th,
5th, and 6th grades. I failed 3rd and 4th grades because I couldn't
understand some things. The school offered me help but my father told
them no. He said I was just lazy and I didn't care. I failed 5th and 6th
grades because I hardly did any of my homework because of my chores at
home. So I couldn't keep up with the rest of the class.
I kept up with my Mother as she was looking at the racks of different
skirts, dresses and tops. She picked out a few and asked me if I liked
them and I told her what she wanted to hear. 'Yes mother, that is very
pretty', 'I like that one' or 'This one is nice'.
She kept saying how cute I was going to look this year. "Normally you
are very cute in your new school clothes Bobbie. This year you are going
to look so much better because of..."
"Mother!" I kind of shouted with my teeth clenched as I looked around to
see if anyone was looking. "I don't want new clothes, I don't want to
look cute or pretty. The other kids make fun of how I'm dressed already,
new clothes won't help things any."
My Mother said, "Bobbie, why would the kids make fun of you? You are
always dressed in nice skirts and dresses. Your accessories always match
and your makeup and hair is always nicely done."
"Why mother?" I said "You know why," I lowered my voice and said, "I'm
not really a girl and everyone, the whole town, knows it."
No one knew me at the mall, at least I hoped I wouldn't run into anyone
that knew me.
"Oh, I see," she said. "Well, okay. I'll say sissy instead of girl. It's
just that I thought you would want to be called girl while we are in
the
store at least. I mean, it's been four years since you started dressing
as a sissy and it's been three years now that you have been going to
school in your sissy clothes. The whole family calls you 'she' and
'her', being called a girl shouldn't bother you that much."
My parents have worked it out so that I can wear my skirts and dresses
at school also. I think my father paid them off but I'm not sure. I
started going to school dressed in girls clothes when I was 13. That is
another reason why I didn't do so well in school.
"No Mother, that isn't what is bothering me," I said sort of quietly.
"You, know what is bothering me."
My mother said, "Oh, you are self-conscious about your body. Aren't you?
Well, let me assure you that I will make things fine for a girl, I mean
sissy...What is it girl or sissy?"
I slightly hung my head down and said, "Girl." Even though I am a sissy,
I'd rather be called a girl, al least while we are at the mall. As I
said before, no one knows me here, so people think I'm just a teenage
girl shopping with her mother.
"Okay," she said, "I can assure you that I will make things fine for a
girl like you. Like I was saying, normally you are very cute in your new
school clothes. Only this year you are going to look so much better
because of your cute little breasts. Finally the hormone shots your
father has been giving you are really working. It's about eight months
and we are starting to see results."
I knew what she meant, I looked down and saw my overall style denim
jumper skirt, my white ankle socks, my pink and white sneakers and two
bumps in my white tee shirt, they have gotten bigger over the summer. I
also knew what was under my clothes besides my panties and my camisole.
I had very distinct bikini tan lines. All summer we were at our beach
house and there wasn't a day that I didn't lay out on the beach, by
order of my father.
Speaking of my father, I'll say a little about my father and the rest of
my family.
My father, Jerry, is a very dominant man, a real man's man. He owns some
kind of construction company. I'm not sure exactly what he does, but I
know he makes a lot of money.
I live with my father, mother, brother and sister.
My mother, Sherry, is very motherly, she is kind but firm. She knows
that what my father says is the law in our house, she adheres and
enforces all the rules, along with my father.
My sister, Kim, is very pretty, a real blonde knock out. The boys are
always calling her or coming over and asking her out. She has me help
her get ready for dates, brush her hair, paint her nails and anything
else she can think of. She is 17 and going into 12th grade.
My brother, Jim, is just like my father, a real man. He really takes
advantage of his power over me. He has me do just about everything for
him. In return he makes fun of me and puts me in humiliating situations.
He is also on the football and baseball teams, he is 6' and very well
built. He is 15 and going into the 10th grade. He is one of the main
reasons that I am a sissy. I'll explain how later.
According to my father I've always been a sissy but I've only been
dressing and living as one since I was 12.
I am 5'2", have blue eyes, natural blonde hair, on the skinny side. I
am shaved completely smooth except for my eye brows, eye lashes and my
long blonde hair and I have braces.
At home I'm a maid for my family. I do what I'm told at all times. I
wear a short, maids uniform. I am in my uniform and in service for my
family almost the whole time I'm at home. I do have some time to myself
but it is limited.
When not in uniform I must still do what I'm told but I dress as a
?normal' girl. I say ?normal' because I wear clothes that other girls
wear, but I am only allowed to wear skirts or dresses and they are never
to be below the knee and most are mid thigh, some are higher.
I don?t wear male clothes at all ever.
We have a very large house on a very large piece of land with woods all
around. An in ground pool, a huge RV, three jet skis, 2 ATVs and few
other expensive things that my father, brother and sister have fun on.
We also have a beach house.
Anyway, getting back to the matter at hand.
?You shouldn?t be selfconcious Bobbie,? my mother said. ?You have a nice
body, your father didn?t want you to look like a boy in a dress. He has
shaped and molded you into a very nice looking sissy. If someone just
met you there is no way they would ever know you weren?t a normal girl.?
?Yes Mam,? I said. ?I know father spent a lot of time and money making
me the perfect sissy.?
?Also,? my mother said with a smile ?you sure didn?t seem to mind your
short skirts and bikinis this summer with that boy Seth. You two were
together almost all the time. Holding hands and don?t think I didn?t see
you stealing a kiss here and there.?
My sister set me up with Seth, he was a nice guy I guess. He was very
muscular, almost a body builder. He was 18, he had dark brown hair,
6'2", very tan and he hardly ever wore a shirt. He knew I wasn?t really
a girl, my sister met him through a mutual friend. He didn?t consider
himself gay, he just really liked that I was very submissive and that he
could control me. The fact that I looked and acted like a normal
teenage
girl definitely helped. We were together a lot and we did ?steal a kiss
here and there? but only in front of my family. When we were alone he
would kiss me a lot more. I guess it wasn?t just one sided, we would
make out quite a bit. I wanted to have a relationship like I saw the
kids in school having, only I didn?t want a boyfriend. I guess I took
what I could get after a while.
He took what he could get also, after a few weeks of just making out and
him feeling me up, he introduced me to his penis. From then on I was
giving him blow jobs just about everyday, some times more than once a
day. He said that I was a natural. I was just doing what I was told,
like I?ve been trained to do for years. He couldn?t believe that I
swallowed, he said that he liked that I was a dirty girl. I wasn?t
trying to be kinky, I just didn?t want his stuff on my clothes. If my
brother or any of my family for that matter, saw a stain on my clothes
they would never let me forget it.
We said goodbye about a week ago. I admit I was kind of sad, he was
nice, he never hurt me or humiliated me.
?Okay Bobbie,? my mother said, bringing me out of my daydream about the
summer, ?I think we have enough clothes. Now we need to goto the
lingerie store.?
I was confused, we never went there. We always got my camisoles and
panties at Wal-mart or some other store like that.
?Mother,? I said, ?why are we going to the lingerie store??
She stopped, turned, smiled at me and said ?Because my little girl is
growing up, you can?t wear a camisole forever. You are starting to
develop Bobbie, you need to get a few bras.?
My heart stopped. Oh my god, I?m going to be wearing a bra.
?Mother, umm, we, I mean, I... I don?t need to get a bra,? I stuttered.
I couldn?t imagine going to school wearing a bra. I know it sounds
stupid, I already go to school dressed as a girl. As it is now the kids
are mean to me, but they aren?t as mean as the school year goes on. They
don?t tease me at the end of the year as they do in the beginning. If I
start wearing a bra everyday it will be like a sign on me that says
?Look at the sissy! She has to wear a bra because her breasts are
getting bigger! Tease her even more!?
?Oh, yes you do young lady,? she said. ?Your father and I both agree
that you need to start wearing one. You don?t want sagging boobs by the
time you are 19 do you? Based on the size of mine and your sisters, you
are going to have a nice pair.?
Do I want sagging boobs by the time I?m 19? I wanted to tell her that I
didn?t want boobs at all. But that wasn?t even an option anymore, I
guess it never really was. Based on the size of her and my sisters
breasts which were 34 D for both of them, I only knew because I do all
the laundry, I wasn?t liking the future of mine.
?Whatever you think is best mother,? I said. Knowing that I was going be
walking out of that store with a few bras no matter what I said. I knew
from past experience that if I tried to protest my mother would make it
known that I was a sissy who was shopping for her first bra.
?Come on honey, this will be fun,? she said. ?Just look at all the
colors and styles there are to choose from.?
The sales girl took my measurements, 32 A, I wasn?t quite an A cup but I
was bigger than a AA.
The sales girl said ?You won't fill out the cups right away but you?ll
be a full A in no time. And don?t worry, I know girls your age hate
waiting for their breasts to get bigger but I?m sure you?ll be back here
getting new bras by Christmas.?
Just what I wanted to hear. I just smiled at her politely.
While I was getting fitted, my mother was on the other side of the store
looking at the different types of bras and panties. When the sales girl
was done with me I went over to my mother.
?Oh, Bobbie, done so soon? Well, I guess there wasn?t much to measure,?
she laughed.
I just smiled at her joke and walked with her as she looked around.
We ended up getting five bra and panty sets in different colors and
styles.
My mother said ?Five sets should be good for now, this way you?ll be
able to wash them and not run out. I want you to know that you are never
to go without a bra from now on. I will be adding that rule to your
Sissy Pledge.?
?Yes Mam,? I said.
?Good girl, now let?s get going home,? she said.
?Mother, I need to goto the bathroom before we go,? I told her.
?Okay honey, the ladies room is down the hall on the left,? she said.
I looked at her a little confused and she took my left hand and said
?The ladies room is down that hall on this side. No wonder you failed so
many grades.?
?Thank you mother,? I said. I almost did a curtsey as I thanked her but
I remembered that I wasn?t in uniform.
?Okay, now go, I?ll wait here,? she said as she waived me toward the
hallway.
Four years of dressing as a girl, right from the first day I was going
out in public and using the girls bathroom, it still seems weird.
I remember going to the mens room with my brother, before I was ?outed?
as a sissy. I would walk up to the urinal and he would say ?Don?t you
think you should sit on the toilet to piss? You might miss and piss on
yourself.?
I would just ignore him, wash my hands when I was done and go find my
mother.
One day, when I was 11 years old, about a month before my 12th birthday
I was at a restaurant with my family. My mother told my brother and I to
go wash our hands before our food came out.
We were in the bathroom and I went to the urnial as always my brother
said ?Don't you think you should sit on the toilet to piss? You might
miss and piss on yourself.?
I was getting tired of him saying that so I said, ?Why don?t you just
shut up. I?m not going to pee on myself. I never have and I never will.?
He looked shocked that I stood up to him. He was a year younger than me
but he was taller than me and way stronger. So I never really confronted
him.
He said, ?Okay, calm down. I was just joking.?
I said, ?Well, I?m getting sick of you saying that all the time.?
?Okay, okay,? he said and started to wash his hands.
He was finished before I was done peeing. I thought I heard him walking
to the door. I was wrong. As I was peeing he came up behind me and
pushed me. I couldn?t stop peeing in time and I peed all over my leg, my
hand and somehow got some pee on my shirt.
He laughed and said, ?Look at that, you missed.?
?You pushed me!? I yelled.
?Yeah, I did. But that isn?t what I?m gunna tell Dad. If you know what
is good for you, you won?t argue with me,? he said as he left.
He went back to the table while I tried to clean myself up. I spent
fifteen minuets rubbing my jeans with paper towels and you could still
see where I peed. So I went out to where my family was. My brother and
sister were smiling at me as I walked up to the table. My father looked
at my leg and saw the spot where I peed. I could see that he was very
mad.
I opened my mouth to say that Jim pushed me but my father stopped me and
said, ?I know what you are going to say, it was an accident.?
?But Dad, I...? I tried to say.
?No,? he said ?I don?t want to hear it. Your brother told me how you
have done this a bunch of times before and he has helped you get cleaned
up. He said that he is tired of covering for you and I don?t blame him.
Go sit at the next table, I don?t want to smell piss while I eat. We
will talk about this at home.?
?Dad, Jim pushed me,? I said.
?Yeah, okay Bob. Just stop the lies. Go over there and eat, now,?he
said.
When we got home my father had me sit on a kitchen chair with a towel on
it. My father stood in front of me. My mother, brother and sister were
on either side of him.
?I don?t know what your problem is Bob but it stops now. Is this some
sick thing you are into? Do you like pissing on yourself?? my father
said.
?No, Dad. I?ve never done it before,? I said. ?I told you, Jim pushed
me.?
?I?ve had enough of your crap!? he yelled. ?No more lies!?
I was scared and I stopped arguing. I said, ?Yes Dad, it won?t happen
again.?
He said, ?I know it won?t. Because from now on you are to only sit when
you goto the bathroom.?
I said ?I have to use the toilet every time we go out??
?No,? he said ?not just when we are out but all the time, even at home.?
I looked at my brother, he looked like he was going to burst at the
seems from holding in his laughter.
?To make sure you are sitting, you are not to close the bathroom door at
home. If we are out, you are to only use the bathroom if me or your
brother go with you. Is that clear?? he said.
?Yes Dad,? I said.
?Good,? he said ?now goto your room and change your clothes.?
I was in my room watching TV when my brother walked in.
?Sup man?? he said.
?You know what?s up,? I said.
?I know,? he said smiling, ?it?s awesome.?
?No it isn?t,? I said. ?It sucks, now I gotta sit down to pee. Just like
a girl!?
?Yeah,? he laughed. ?I know, that?s what makes it awesome.?
?I?m not a girl!? I yelled. ?I?m a boy!?
?Yeah, sure you are,? he said as he laughed.
The ladies room door opened and shut and kind of brought me back to
reality.
I heard two girls come in. They were talking about some ?cute boy? that
was out there. They were fixing their makeup in the mirror when I was
coming out of the stall. I saw they were about 14 or 15 years old.
I washed my hands and fixed my makeup a little also. Then I went to find
my mother.
When I found her I saw that she was talking to someone. As I got closer
I saw it was one of my brothers friends, Mike.
My mother said ?Oh there you are Bobbie. I was just telling Mike that I
thought you fell in. I was showing him some of the things we bought you
for school. Not that he really cares about girls clothes, he is a real
man.? she looked at him and said, ?Right Mike??
?Yes Mam,? he said as he turned to look at me, ?I am.?
Just then the two girls from the bathroom walked by and looked up at
Mike. At the same time they both said ?Hi? and giggled as they kept
walking. Mike smiled.
My mother said, ?You are quite the ladies man aren?t you.?
?Yeah, I guess so,? he said.
Mike was on the football team with my brother and was the same age as
Jim. He was one of the few people that wasn?t mean to me. He wasn?t
nice, don?t get me wrong, he just ignored me.
?Where are your manners young lady?? my mother said. ?Say hello to
Mike.?
?Hello Sir,? I said.
?Hey sissy,? he said in his deep voice, with a smirk on his face.
?Well, Mike we need get going,? she said as we walked away. ?Bobbie,
while you were in the ladies room I was thinking that we may as well get
you some new earrings, new makeup, a few cute colors of nail polish, a
new book bag and a new purse while we are here.?
After about three more hours we got all the things that my mother wanted
to get and we went to the car.
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