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My Miraculous Period,
By Sandy Brown
I have seen many posts on places like voy.com and Petticoat Discipline
Quarterly about sissies being forced to, or voluntarily, trying to
simulate a woman's time of the month. I'm sure that for many cis girls,
this might seem a bit crazy. I mean, there are so many wonderful things
about being a woman, but most would agree that having your period is not
one of them. That only someone not in their right mind would want to go
through that voluntarily. "And anyway," many women would scoff, "Don't
talk to me about simulation unless you can manage to incorporate the
cramps and mood swings that often go with it." (I have in fact read of
sissies trying to do just that.)
Still, I can understand the urge, both for dominant women to have their
sissies mimic their time of the month, and for the desire of the sissies
themselves, because they so crave the feelings of womanhood.
What has my own experience been? I have an amazing tale to tell. But,
let me just start by saying that there are two things I love more than
anything, and those two things are my girlfriend Emily, and feeling
feminine. Lucky for me, those two things are not only not in conflict,
but they go together. You see, my feelings for Emily are romantic, but
they are more than that. She is my feminine idol and role model. The
more feminine I look and feel, and the more I feel that I am like her,
the closer I feel to her. The ultimate feeling to me is to feel so close
to her, that we merge into one being.
Emily enthusiastically encourages these feelings. Not only does she
approve of me wearing feminine things, but she likes it when our outfits
are matching. And oh, my, how I love that. Because, you see, if I am
wearing this cute, short, sparkly gold dress, and Emily is wearing the
same one, instead of me looking in the mirror and being inevitably
disappointed by the image staring back at me, I indulge in a little self-
delusion - I look at Emily, wearing the exact same dress, and I think,
"That's what I look like!" It makes me so happy to think I look pretty,
and even happier to think I look just like my feminine idol!
So, lucky for me, feeling femme, and my love for Emily, have gone
together, one feeling reinforcing the other in a virtuous cycle.
Now, back to the time of the month. Although I believe that feeling
feminine is both innate and has nothing to do with biological gender, I
do think there are certain things that can make one feel more feminine.
I will describe them, in ascending order. So many of us remember the
feeling the very first time we tried on a pair of Mommy's panties.
Whether you were doing it secretly, or with Mommy's help and
encouragement, the feeling was scary, and naughty, but also, exquisitely
feminine. How could this feel so good? Could it feel any better? Well,
as we all know, the answer was, yes. The first pair of heels that Emily
got me rocked my world. I felt like my body had been transformed. I
loved how vulnerable I felt as I had to literally learn how to walk. How
it thrust both my chest and my butt out. How did it make me feel?
Feminine.
Could something make me feel even more girlish than heels? Emily had
been buying me clothes for quite some time. I had built up a nice
wardrobe. There was really only one thing that was missing - a bra.
When she finally got me my very own bra, complete with gel inserts, it
changed everything. This was a long way from a pair of panties. I not
only felt exquisitely feminine, I loved feeling that I had lovely small
Breasts, just like my idol Emily. "It's fun to feel feminine, isn't it?"
Emily asked with a smile. Yes, it was! She loved being my guide,
introducing me to the joys of girlishness. She also like embarrassing
me, because she knew that part of me loved that. That embarrassment made
me feel so submissive, so not in control. To that end, Emily would
occasionally require me to carry a small purse when we went out to
dinner. The casual observer would assume that I was simply being a
gentleman and carrying my girlfriend's purse. That is, until they
noticed that she had one too. Here is what Emily required that I carry
in my purse: my cell phone, credit card, fifty dollars, lip gloss,
mascara, and a tiny compact with a mirror. Oh, and one more thing. I'll
never forget the first time she handed me a tampon and said, "Here,
Sissy."
I looked at her like, "What am I supposed to do with this?" And she said,
"It's not for you, Silly! But it's good to carry one in case a fellow
sister has a little emergency. Girls really appreciate that!" So, I
took the tampon and put it in my purse. It made me feel so ladylike!
But, well, the tampon was really like a prop. It stayed in my purse.
Part of me really wanted Emily to teach me to use it, and to insist that
I do, at the same time that she used hers. I really thought that would
make me feel the MOST feminine, more feminine that wearing panties,
heels, or even a bra. But, the truth is, I was too embarrassed to ask.
I wanted HER to be the one to want her sissy to experience her time of
the month. But, as great as Emily was with being my guide to the joys of
femininity, I guess it never occurred to her.
And then, something happened that changed everything.
I'm not a big believer in mysticism, or even fate and destiny. But
something happened that made me feel that God (or whatever you call Her!)
and the Universe had somehow intervened. It was Emily's time of the
month. As usual, I was silently hoping that she would say, "Sissy, if
you want to know what it's like to be a woman, you will wear a tampon
when I do." But as usual, that did not happen. Here's what did happen.
I felt some irritation in my behind all week, and it was a little painful
to go to the bathroom. I did not mention it to Emily. And then, one
Saturday afternoon, as she left the bathroom after taking care of her
female business and replacing her tampon, I went in. I sat down on the
toilet, feeling uncomfortable. When I tried to "go," nothing happened,
at least initially, and then, all of a sudden, there was this rush of
fluid out of my behind, almost as if I were peeing out of my behind. I
couldn't resist smiling a little, thinking, that this was how girls peed,
sitting down on the toilet. Even that made me feel girlish! But then I
glanced into the toilet, and I almost passed out. It was completely red!
The "pee" I had felt was actually blood! Like the little girl I really
was, I started crying and calling for Emily. She came rushing into the
bathroom. Of course, I was afraid that there was something seriously
wrong with me.
Emily, who was a registered nurse, knew better - I simply had a burst
hemorrhoid. But she did not share her knowledge with me. No. Instead,
she hugged me, and smiled. She said, "Oh, my little girl is growing up!
Don't be scared, Sweetie, it's only natural! Every girl goes through
this!" I knew Emily could not really believe that I was having my
period, but this little lie was so enticing to me, such a dream come
true, that I could not help but go along with it. "Come here Sweetie,"
she continued, "Mommy is going to show you how to put your tampon in."
She spread a towel on the bed, had me lay down on it, and then inserted a
tampon into my behind. OMG, this was a dream come true. As the tampon
went in, I felt more exquisitely feminine than I ever had in my life.
And the fact that i had bled so copiously, that I actually NEEDED a
tampon, made it so much more special. And the fact that it happened at
the exact time as Emily's time of the month, made it seem almost magical.
"You have a lot to learn, Honey. It's my fault, I should have known you
were growing up and taught you all of this before. We need to change
your tampon every few hours. You know, it's dangerous to keep it in for
too long." Emily helped me into a pair of pretty lace panties; I could
feel the little tampon string dangling between my legs. I felt just like
a real girl. We sat in bed together under a big fluffy blanket, watching
The Sound of Music and having tea. I was in heaven. A few hours later,
she helped me to change my tampon. The one she pulled out of me was
expanded and dark red. It wasn't exactly the Immaculate Conception, but
to me, it felt like it - I felt like the first boy in history to have had
a period.
History did not repeat itself. My miraculous period was a one-time
event. Still, it was the most special time of my life; I had never felt
more feminine. And it certainly made me appreciate why sissies and their
mistresses might want the sissy to emulate her time of the month.
Really, it was the ultimate feminine experience!
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