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Remember, This Is Just A Story!
It is NOT real.
My Sissy Life
By - Bobbie Doll
Part Two
Before we drove home my mother said, "You were a good girl today. I'll
allow you to sit in the front seat on the way home."
I rarely got to sit up front. Even when it was just me and my mother or
father. I'm not alone in the car with my father too often. But when I
am, I'm always in the back seat.
When I was being 'trained' to be the kind of sissy my father thought I
should be, he said, "Sissies don't sit in the front seat, get in the in
back."
As I got into the front I said, "Thank you mother."
"Well, as I said, you were a good girl," she said, "Now that you own a
few bras aren't you excited to start wearing them?"
"Yes mother, I can't wait to get home and put one on," I lied.
"I remember when Kim got her first bra, she was so excited," my mother
said, "I thought you would happier, now that you have your own."
"I'm just in shock still I guess," I said.
"You know better than anyone how your sister loves her clothes.
Especially her underwear. Don't you Bobbie," she said.
"Yes mother, I do," I said.
I know too well, I thought.
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My parents were out at a party one night. It was about 2 weeks after my
brother pushed me and made me pee on myself. I was watching TV in the
family room, Jim was playing video games in the rec room and Kim was in
her room as usual.
All of a sudden I heard Kim start yelling, "Jim! Bob! Get your ass up
here NOW!"
I went running upstairs to her room. She sounded mad.
When I got there she said, "Where is Jim?'
"I thought he was playing video games, maybe he didn't hear you," I
said.
Just as she was going to call him again he walked in the room and said,
"I heard you, but I wanted to finish the level I was on. So what's with
all the yelling?"
Kim held out her hand, holding a pair of her light blue panties with
just her thumb nail and finger nail.
"What the hell is this?" she said.
Neither one of us said anything.
"Well?" she said. "Are either one of you going to tell me?"
Jim said, "Looks like your underwear sis."
"I know that, I mean what is on them?" she said.
I looked at them a little closer and saw they looked a little wet.
"Did you spill something on them Kim?" I asked.
"No, I didn't spill anything them!" she yelled " I found them balled up
in my dresser drawer. Which one of you perverts did this?"
I had no idea what she meant. Did what? I thought.
Jim said, "I was at the game all day Kim. I left before you, I got home
after you.."
She looked at me and said, "Well?"
"Well what?" I said.
"You were home all day weren't you?" she said.
"Umm, yeah, I was. But I didn't go in your room or touch anything of
yours," I said.
"Okay, if you don't want to tell me what happened that's fine. I can
guess anyway," she said as she put the panties in the trash. "I'll just
have daddy take care of this."
I was kind of scared, I knew I didn't do anything. But the way things
were, everything pointed to me. I said, "Kim, please believe me, I
didn't do it."
"That's fine Bob," she said. "If you didn't do anything, then you don't
have anything to worry about."
That didn't make me feel any better. After Jim and I left Kim's room I
said, "Jim, you really don't know anything about that?"
"Nah, man," he said, "I was gone all day, you know that. Don't worry,
I'm sure she just spilled something on them, like you said. She just
forgot or something. I mean how could anyone really prove it was you
anyway."
"It wasn't me!" I said.
"Okay, I heard you. Just relax, everything will workout," he said.
"You're right, I know I didn't do anything. I have nothing to worry
about," I said.
I went back to watching TV for about an hour, then I went to bed. I
guess I was tired from doing nothing but watching TV all day.
The next morning, well, more like afternoon, I went down for breakfast.
I knew that Jim had practice early and Kim was most likely at her
boyfriend's house.
As I was eating my bowl of Lucky Charms in the family room watching TV
my mother came in the room.
"Bob, your father wants to talk to you when he gets home," she said.
I instantly got scared. I said, "Did he say what he wanted to talk to me
about?"
"He said he would be home around 1:00pm," she said and walked out of the
room.
I looked at the clock, I had about a half hour until he came home. I
finished eating and went to take a shower. A shower always makes me feel
better. When I was dressed I went down stairs and saw that my father was
home.
He saw me and said, "Bob, come in my office. We need to talk."
I followed him into his home office. He sat at his desk and I took a
seat also.
"No," he said, "stand up, all you ever do is sit. I see you sitting
around all the time. You are starting to get over weight. You never do a
damn thing."
So I stood up and waited for whatever was coming.
He took a deep breath and said, "Bob, I really don't know what is going
on with you."
"Dad," I said, "what do you mean?"
"Okay, let's start from the beginning," he said, "First, I found out
that for some reason you seem to like to piss on yourself."
"But Dad, I..." I said.
He held up his hand and said, "Let me finish. Last night when I got home
your sister was almost in tears because someone did something to her
underwear."
"Dad, I..." I said.
"If you interrupt me one more time, I swear I'll have you over my knee!"
he yelled.
I shut up. I was eleven years old, I didn't need a spanking.
"Now, I know that you were the only one home yesterday," he said. "Did
you have any friends over?"
"No Dad, I didn't," I said.
I didn't really have any friends. There were a few guys that I'd talk to
at school. I went to their houses once or twice, but they weren't really
friends.
My father said, "I didn't think so. Bob, what do you think happened?"
"I don't know Dad. Kim showed me and Jim but we didn't know anything
about it," I said.
"Okay, lets put that aside," he said. "She also said that some of her
other underwear is missing."
That was news to me, she never said anything was missing.
I said, "I don't know Dad, I was home all day watching TV and stuff.
It's not like someone broke in, I would have heard them."
"No one broke in," he said. "Let's just stop the bull shit Bob."
Then he called my mother into the office.
"Sherry," he called "could you come in here. Please bring the things we
found."
My mother came into the office holding a bag.
"Please give Bob the bag," He said.
She handed it to me and I looked inside. It was full of panties, there
must have been twelve or fifteen pairs.
I said, "Why are you showing me these?"
My father said, "Like I told you, Kim said that some of her underwear
was missing."
"I'm guessing you found them," I said.
My father looked very mad. He said, "Yes, we found them."
"Where were they? I asked.
My father stood up, leaned over his desk and said, "They were in your
dresser! Your mother and I looked in your room when you were in the
shower! They were 'hidden' in the bottom of your underwear drawer!"
I didn't know what to say. I knew I didn't know anything about my
sisters panties. I had no idea how they got in my room, let alone in my
dresser.
I said, "Dad, mom....I don't know how they got into my dresser.....maybe
Kim or Jim is playing a trick on me."
My father slammed his fist on his desk and said, "No one is playing any
tricks! I Don't Want To Hear Anymore Fucking Lies!"
I started to tear up. I said, "Dad, I'm not lying. I really don't know
anything about Kim's panties!"
"You don't know?!" He yelled.
"No Dad, I don't know," I said.
"Bull Shit" he said.
He started walking around his desk, he raised his hand.
My mother yelled "Jerry, No!"
My father stopped and went back to stand next to my mother.
They whispered to each other for a few minuets, then my father said,
"Goto your room, your mother and I need to talk."
I went to my room.
Jim must have gotten back from his practice because he stopped me in
front of my room and said, "Hey man, I heard dad yelling When I came
home. I think the whole neighborhood heard him. Why is he so mad? Did he
lose his golf game again? Ha! That guys needs to give that up, he just
sucks at it."
I told him what Kim had said and what they found in my room.
Jim said, "Whoa, I guess you are screwed man. Why were you taking her
stuff anyway? Do you get off on that stuff? It's cool I guess, if that's
what your into. Kinda weird, but whatever."
"No!" I said, "I didn't take anything! I don't know how that stuff go in
my room."
He said, "Well, you know dad. His bark is worse than his bite."
"I hope you're right," I said as I walked into the bathroom across the
hall.
I closed the door. I was glad to be alone. It took me a second but I
relaxed enough to pee.
As I stood there peeing. I wondered what my father was going to do.
Maybe he would just ground me and be done with it.
As I was thinking and worrying about what was going to happen, the
bathroom door flew open. I was already jumpy and that made it worse. I
jumped and peed on my self and on my jeans. I guess it really caught me
off guard because I didn't stop peeing. I looked and saw my brother
standing there. We both looked at the floor and saw a puddle.
He said, "The door was closed and you are standing and standing in a
puddle. Sorry man, but you know the rules, I gotta tell dad. In fact,
why don't you just come with me."
He led me down stairs back to my fathers office.
Jim knocked on the door and my father said to come in. We walked in and
I stood behind Jim.
"Dad, I caught Bob going to the bathroom with the door closed, standing
up, pissing on himself and the floor while holding these up to his
nose," he said as he placed a pair of panties on my fathers desk.
I couldn't believe what I saw. I didn't have panties up to my nose, I
didn't have panties at all.
I said, "No, dad, he scared me when I was peeing, I jumped and peed on
myself. You had me scared and I guess I was stressed out or something
because I couldn't stop. But I didn't have any panties with me at all. I
never had panties"
My father looked at the large wet area that went all the way down my leg
and just shook his head in disgust. He just sat there, not saying a
word.
"Dad," Jim said, "I want to help Bob, he is my only brother. You know
how us guys need to stick together, we need to back each other up."
My father just nodded once.
"Also dad," Jim said, "I came home yesterday afternoon to get a new
shirt cause mine was all sweaty and well, I don't know how to say this.
But I saw Bob leaving Kim's room with a bunch of stuff in his hands,
before Kim got home. I think I saw him putting what he had in his
dresser but I was in a hurry and couldn't stay to watch him. I was
asleep when you got home last night and I wanted to tell you this
morning, but I had to leave at 5:00am, I didn't want to wake you up."
At this point I thought my father's head was going to explode. He just
sat there, listening as my mother rubbed his shoulders.
I said, "Kim was home before you were Jim! You never came home in the
afternoon!"
Jim turned to me and said, "Sorry man, but I'm just tellin' the truth,
maybe I can help you somehow. For right now this is the only way I know
how."
In a very calm almost scary voice, my father said, "Both of you need to
leave, now."
When we left my father's office I turned to Jim and said, "I didn't take
anything from Kim's room! I wasn't in her room at all! Why were you
lying to dad?"
"I wasn't," he said, "you know what you did."
As he walked away I ran passed him, went to my room and cried on my bed.
Nothing happened the next two days. My father went to work, my mother
acted as if nothing happened, my brother and sister weren't around much
normally anyway.
The next day was Wednesday, when I got home from school my mother said,
"Bob, your father is still very mad about you taking your sisters
clothes."
"Mom," I said, "I'm telling you, I don't know how that stuff got in my
room. It wasn't me."
She said, "Yeah, okay Bob. Anyway your father has decided that you will
spend the next week at your grandparents house. So that he can come up
with a punishment for you. I think it's a good idea too, it might give
him time to cool off a little."
"But mom," I said, "what about school?"
"I told the school that you will be out for a week to get your wisdom
teeth pulled," She said, "They didn't have a problem with that."
"Oh, okay. When am I going?" I asked.
"On Friday, after school," she said, "I'll drive you there. Go pack your
things, I know you have time until you go, but you don't seem to like to
move very fast."
"Okay mom," I said.
I didn't mind being out of school for a week. Staying at my grandparents
house was fine, they were very nice. They lived out in the country in an
old farm house. They were my mother's parents. I liked going there, only
this time it would be like a final meal before my punishment.
I spend a week at Christmas and two weeks at Easter as their sissy maid
every year, while my parents, brother and sister go on vacation. They
live about four hours away, so I don't see them much.
My grandparents on my father's side died before I was born. My middle
name is my grandfather's first name, Lynn, it's a southern name or
something. He was from some place that it was normal for a male to be
named Lynn. I guess it's a perfect fit for me now, Bobbie Lynn.
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"Oh!" my mother exclaimed. "Today is Thursday!"
She startled me out of my daydream.
I had no idea what that meant, I said, "Yes mother I think it is," I
wasn't good with the days of the week, or the them months of the year. I
just couldn't get it. "Why is that a big deal?"
"Because you have dance class tomorrow," she said. "Every other Friday
you have dance class."
"I thought dance class was over," I said, "I had my recital before
summer started and I was in the 4th of July parade."
"That was hip hop dance, I signed you up for jazz dance this time," she
said. "Miss Judy said that she was looking forward to seeing you again."
Oh no, I thought. Not again. It was bad enough being 15 years old in a
dance class with girls that were 11 or 12 years old. But the costumes we
had to wear and the dance routines that we had to do were humiliating.
Not to mention having to practice at home. In the winter I would do the
moves in the living room.
I wanted to practice in my room, but my brother said, "No Bobbie, do
your dance stuff in the living room. me and Kim want to watch."
I'd say, "Yes Sir," and show my dance routines to my brother and sister.
When it was warmer I would practice in the backyard. They would watch me
out there too.
My mother said, "You can wear your dance clothes from last year until I
get a list of things you need for this year."
"Yes mother," was all I said.
The rest of the drive home was mostly silent. My mother would say things
like "Oh, that's a nice house," or "I like that car."
It took about an hour to get home, when we pulled into the driveway my
mother said, "I'll help you bring the bags in the house."
"Thank you mother," I said.
We got the bags out of the car and went into the house. My brother was
sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of juice when we walked
in.
"Hey mom," he said completely ignoring me.
My mother said, "Guess what Jim."
"I don't know," he said, as he took a drink. "What?"
She looked at me and said with a smile "Tell him about the newest
addition to your wardrobe, I'll get the rest of the bags."
"Yes mother," I said.
After she left my brother said, "So what is it sissy? A new Tinkerbell
night shirt?"
I really didn't want to tell him, but I knew if I didn't my mother would
be mad.
"No Sir, it's not a night shirt," I said.
"So, what is it then? New high heels?" he said with a laugh as he took
another drink.
"No Sir, mother bought me some new bras with matching panties," I said.
He had the biggest smile I had ever seen. He said, "You know Bobbie,
when dad decided that you were going to start dressing like the sissy
that you are, I thought it was awesome. I always thought you were
girlie. When you became the maid, I thought that was as good as it's
gunna get. Then dad had you start getting hormone shots. When you
started getting extra emotional about the same time every month I knew
they were working. But now, now you are growing tits! It just keeps
getting better and better!"
"Yes Sir," I said.
My mother came back and said, "Okay Bobbie, go put everything away in
your room. Then get into your maids uniform. You have a lot of cleaning
to do still, no more shopping fun."
"Yes Mam," I said.
I gathered as many bags as I could and brought them up stairs.
The End Of Part 2
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