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Sissyholics Anonymous by Aimee Westin (aimee 2) Step One The first step is to admit that you have a problem. And that problem is twofold. First, there is your testosterone addiction which has been worsened by the social conditioning that has caused you to present yourself to the world as a faux man. Second is fact that you are powerless over your sissy urges. As a result, your life has become unmanageable. You will lie, deceive, & misrepresent yourself to others in order to maintain a male facade, all the while knowing that you have no control over your desire to be feminized. When that desire comes over you, there is nothing you won't do to satisfy it. You may try to resist at first, but in the end you know that you will surrender to your compulsion to wear pretty, feminine clothes and underwear, to paint your nails, to put on make-up & to walk in high heels. No matter how hard you try to banish them, these thoughts return again and again, possessing you, until you can think of nothing else. It is worst of all when your little clittie gets hard and the only relief you get is to rub it until you make a cummy all the while fantasizing about being a girl. But the relief is only temporary and you know the compulsion will return. In fact, it is still there, simmering just beneath the male mask you have once again assumed. No matter what vow you make to yourself that from now on you will measure up as a man, that you've worn your last pair of panties, that you'll never again slip your feet into a pair of strappy stiletto sandals--that you won't even allow yourself to think of such tantalizing delights again--you know it is hopeless. You have made such vows countless times before. You've even gone so far as to throw away your secret stash of girly clothes, erase the sissy sites from your computer history, delete your collection of transgender porn fiction. All to no avail. You only acquire a new wardrobe of girly clothes, search out the same sissy sites online, and reassemble your transgender porn collection. How many times must you run through the same destructive cycle before your realize that will-power is not enough? That you will never overcome your sissy proclivities? Accepting the fact that your sissy compulsion is stronger than you is the first step of Sissyholics Anonymous. Step Two Having admitted to yourself that you are a sissy and that you cannot control your sissy urges, you are now ready to turn your life over to a higher power. Only a stronger will than yours can bring your life to order and return you to some semblance of sanity. But first, you must surrender yourself unconditionally body, mind, and soul to this higher power. Are you ready, sissy? Unconditional surrender means just that. There will be no going back. You must truly and unreservedly open yourself up in every way. You must give yourself over to this power without question. You must let it fill you, guide you, do with you whatever it decrees. You must fully accept that you are no longer in control of your life--that you were never in control of your life. Consider yourself fortunate to have realized this at last. Many never do. Through no fault of their own, they lack the will & the insight, but most importantly the self-honesty necessary to admit their weakness and therefore change for the better. You, however, have reached a crucial turning point. But you must follow the decrees of your higher power faithfully and diligently and with no holding back. If you can do so, you are certain to succeed. Thousands and thousands of sissies attest to the fact. This program works! Step Three Dear Daddy, I have come to realize the need for guidance from a higher power. I have made the decision to turn my life and care over to you. I fully understand and accept the fact that this is the last decision I will ever be allowed to make. I know that sometimes the path you set me on will be hard to follow and I will be tempted to resist, to disobey, even to run away, but I promise to always do my best to stay the course. If I should falter, I expect and accept that you will punish me as you see fit. This is something I want with all my body, heart, and soul. My old way of life is ugly and unacceptable to me now. I can never go back to it. If I do, I know that I will perish. My attempts at being a man were always a failure and always will be, a pretense, caused by a deformity of birth and a mistake of nature. For me, testosterone is a poison that has warped my judgment and blinded me so that I have not been able to see my true identity. Please collar me, leash me, make me yours. Cure me, Daddy, once and for all, of this terrible disease. I am too weak to do it alone. I understand that now. Help me, Daddy, to become the sissy that I was always meant to be. Step Four It takes real courage to look at yourself and your life with complete honesty. Can you find the courage do that, sissy? Can you review your past behavior without rationalizations and excuses, without throwing the blame for your own shortcomings as a man onto others? This is an essential step in the healing process. It is not enough simply to admit that there is a problem; you must accept the fact that you are the problem. Being a sissy isn't easy. Being a sissy takes balls! It takes the balls to accept the fact that you should never have been born with balls in the first place, that all your attempts to "man up" were doomed to failure from the start. Do you have what it takes? You must come to understand that your relationships with others could never have succeeded so long as you were living a lie. In your case, being a man was a lie. You could never be truly happy in your career, in your family life, in your own skin as long as you lived this lie. So long as you kept your secret hidden, you were doomed to repeat the same mistakes again and again. You can blame your parents, nature, society, or even God. But ultimately only one person can take responsibility for your failures and change your life and that is you, sissy. Are you finally prepared claim responsibility for your past, your present, and, most importantly, your future? If so, you will begin to heal. Only then can you truly hope to change. But that change can only occur when you are fearlessly honest with yourself. This is why when introducing ourselves to each other at meetings we say, "My name is (your feminine name) and I am a sissy." Step Five At this stage, you must be ready to admit to yourself and to your Daddy a.k.a your Higher Power, all the defects of your character, the wrongs you have done, and the people you have hurt in your failed attempts to be a man. You can't hold back. You must divulge everything, no matter how shameful, painful, and self-incriminating. Be exact. Omit no details. Remember, the devil is in the details and you are trying to cast the devil out. The humiliation you experience while recounting these painful episodes in your life is the poison leaving your sissy body. Did you affect a swagger as a man? Did you try to do manly things, like lift weights, grow a goatee, or drive fast cars? Were you loud, boastful, opinionated? Were you driven by the need to succeed and dominate, running roughshod over anyone in your path? Did you present yourself as a "ladies man," attempting to seduce, charm, and bed every available woman who crossed your path? Did you marry? Did you "father" children in the mistaken belief that doing so would somehow prove you were a man? In other words, did you over-compensate for your essential lack of real masculinity by adopting an exaggerated but hollow faux manliness? Admit this to yourself, to your Daddy and also to at least one other person presently in your life, preferably a wife, girlfriend, or other woman who your actions might have hurt. This is not the time to hold back, sissy. Look deeply into your past behavior. Be ruthlessly honest and open about your shortcomings and own up to each of them without reservation. Step Six This program will only work if you are completely honest with yourself. We cannot stress this point enough. Are you ready to stop lying and pretending? Are you ready to stop projecting and blaming your character defects on others? Are you ready to give yourself over in trust to a higher power? Only Daddy can help you remove these defects once and for all. Are you ready to have Daddy cure you of the crippling disease of your fake masculinity? You must be prepared to make a 100% commitment to Daddy. You must be ready to leave behind everything you've ever thought of as "you." Your friends, your family, your profession, your hobbies and pastimes--you must be ready and willing to drop them all. This is a matter of life and death, sissy. Do you fully appreciate this fact? This is an all-or- nothing endeavor. You cannot take half-measures. Once you commit to Daddy, it is completely and for keeps. Whatever Daddy wants, you will do: whether it's breast augmentation, lip enhancement, permanent make-up tattooing, trachea shaving, cheekbone implants, piercing or other body modifications. Whether you keep your "boy equipment" or have it partially or even completely removed and replaced by a vagina is up to Daddy. It is Daddy who will decide whether you keep a regular job, continue to see your family, maintain some or any of your old friendships. It is Daddy who will determine whether you will become his sissywife, a prostitute, a sex slave--or all three. Daddy will determine what you eat, what you read, what shows you can watch on TV, what sites you can and cannot visit on the internet, even what music you listen to. Daddy will determine each and every aspect of your life from now on based on what will make you the best sissy you can possibly be. Some people will call this program brainwashing. Others will dismiss it as an unhealthy and potentially dangerous form of masochism. Still others will claim such a surrender of will to be a form of identity death. But it is only by making such an extreme investment in your own rehabilitation that you have any possibility of a cure. Are you ready sissy? Step Seven You've tried, sissy. You've tried to change on your own. But what you've found is that you can't do it yourself. That's why you have turned to Sissyholics Anonymous. This program offers you a last best chance at a cure. You need the help of a real man in order to help you overcome your testosterone addiction. You've taken the initial steps, but you can't stop here. Now you must go further. Ask Daddy to erase whatever remains of your pitiful and insignificant manhood. Be humble. Be authentic. Acknowledge that you cannot do it alone. You need a real man and a real cock to show you the way to a cure. Convince Daddy of your sincerity. That you are committed to overcoming your shortcomings and being the best little sissy you can be. That his efforts won't be a waste of his precious time. Model your prayer on the following, but use your own words. "Dear Daddy, i am a sissy. i fully acknowledge and accept this fact. i am not a man and never have been. But i need help in overcoming the conditioning of a society that has tried to make a man out of me. i need help in overcoming my own mistaken expectations that i could ever take my place in the world as a man. i have confused the biological "evidence" of my sex organ as proof that i was male, when, in fact, it is insufficiently endowed to perform such a function. What i have is not a "penis" but a sissyclit. What i have is not a vagina, but a "sissypuss." They exist, as does my sex drive, for the amusement and pleasure of a real man, such as you Daddy. If it pleases you, i want to be your fucktoy, your harem girl, your sex slave. Do with me what you like. That is what sissies are for. That is what i am for. Finish me, Daddy. Make me a sissy." Speak with sincerity. Don't hold back. Pray as you would to your Higher Power, for your Daddy is the manifestation of that Power. He is your Higher Power in human form. Humility is key. Convince Daddy that you mean what you say. Show him tangible proof of your intentions. Even if you don't have a Daddy yet, pray to him as if he were already present in your life. Rest assured, when the time is right, he will come. Step Eight Now is the time to make a detailed personal inventory of all your past relationships. This can be an intensely painful process for many sissies but it is absolutely necessary. You cannot in good conscience move forward into a new life until you've made amends with those in your past. Family, friends, lovers, spouses, children, even employers and business colleagues--how many have you disappointed and deceived by pretending to be a man? Blinded by your selfishness and your inability to control your sissy urges, your self-destructiveness has not damaged you alone, but caused untold hurt and embarrassment to those around you, those who thought they knew you, those who trusted you, and those who loved you. You insinuated yourself into their lives by pretense, even if that wasn't your conscious intention. Imagine their disappointment, their shock, and their anger when they discover that you're a sissy. If only you'd have been honest from the start. They would have never have become involved with you. No wonder they feel betrayed! Can you blame them for feeling the way they do? Haven't they every right? Think of how many lives you've disrupted, how many promises you've broken, how much of their time and trust you've stolen. But this is not an excuse to throw yourself a pity-party, sissy. Feeling sorry for yourself, wallowing in guilt, indulging in self-pity--that's what you've done in the past; ultimately, such feelings are just another manifestation of your selfishness. Instead, this is a time to take action, to take responsibility, to own up to the mistakes you've made. To become a better sissy. Make a list. Show it to Daddy. Ask for his suggestions. Have you left anyone out? Don't spare yourself. Be thorough. You have a lot of apologizing to do, sissy. The sooner you do it the sooner your burden will be lifted and the clearer and easier the path ahead will become. Step Nine Now comes the step you've probably been dreading all along. It's time to make amends directly to those who've been hurt and betrayed by your pseudo-manhood. In apologizing to those you've hurt--either purposely or inadvertently--through your testosterone addiction and uncontrollable sissy predilections, you will at last put your tumultuous past in order and prepare yourself to move forward with your new sissy life. But remember: this step is not primarily about you. You are not looking for pity, courting sympathy, or expecting to be forgiven. You are simply and honestly coming clean about who and what you are. Without excuses or rationalizations, you are saying you're sorry that your actions and attitudes have caused damage in the lives of others. You are taking responsibility for leading other people astray as to your real nature. Even if you'd been unsure, confused, or conflicted about your identity as a sissy up to now, you are acknowledging that it was your responsibility to have been upfront about that confusion. It is important that you talk to all those affected so long as doing so wouldn't cause additional harm; for instance, if you have young children, or sick or very elderly parents; in such cases it is advised that you consult a healthcare professional before proceeding. Those who are long out of your life and who have clearly expressed no desire to hear from you again may, in fact, have a change of heart if they were to learn of the "new you." In such cases, you must exercise your own judgment. Enlist the aid of your higher power--Daddy--if you find yourself in doubt. Parents, siblings, ex-spouses and ex-lovers should be at the top of your list. Chances are that you have hurt and disappointed them the most. They should be among the first of those with whom you seek to make amends. Friends and colleagues, neighbors, and whoever among your casual acquaintance that you feel you might have hurt should also be included. Sit down with your employer. He or she has the right to know, especially going forward, who and what you are, and whether, under the circumstances, they choose to keep you in their employ. Yes, it will be painful and embarrassing, humbling and humiliating, but this is the price you must pay for the hurt you've caused others in the past. This is the toll you owe in order to pass through to a healthy future without a debt to the past. Step Ten Each and every day a sissy must take stock of herself, her thoughts, her actions, her mannerisms, her speech, her dress and deportment. Is she exhibiting all the traits of a good sissy? Is she as pretty, as pleasing, as obedient, as submissive as she can be? There is always room for improvement. A good sissy is always trying to be a better sissy. She is always conducting an ongoing personal inventory. Has some former remnant of her old false male identity somehow insinuated itself back into her life? Has she become selfish, opinionated, aggressive, ambitious? If so, she must identify and eradicate these vestiges of inappropriate male behavioral patterns immediately. She must apologize as quickly as she can to anyone she has inadvertently subjected to these absurd outbursts of artificial masculinity. Relapses are common, but not inevitable, and if a sissy maintains a proper vigilance they can be circumvented even before they manifest themselves. A sissy can break the bad habits of her testosterone addicted past, but it takes a total, continued, and committed effort. It takes honesty and humility and a willingness to admit that you cannot do it entirely on your own. As a sissy, everyone knows that you are weak, that you need guidance and a firm hand. No one expects you to do it alone. So don't be ashamed to ask for help. Embrace your submissive and subservient sissy nature. Turn to those who are stronger, those who will be happy to help you to become a better, sexier, more useful sissy. Step Eleven Meditation and prayer can take many forms. For a sissy it takes the form of constant study in order to be the prettiest, sexiest, most man- pleasing sissy she can possibly be. Accordingly, her "prayerbooks" will be the most current fashion magazines so that she can stay au courant on the hottest new looks; her meditation guides will be publications offering tips and advice on make- up application, skin care, and hair styling. Her devotional reading will include romance novels, from the cheesiest found on drugstore bestseller racks to old classics like Wuthering Heights, and, of course, sex manuals whose purpose is to teach you techniques designed to drive men wild in bed. A sissy should also take care not to neglect publications offering recipes, such as cookbooks or food magazines, for a man doesn't live by blowjobs and anal sex alone. A good sissy knows how to satisfy a man's every appetite, whether it originates in his cock or bis belly. A magazine such as Martha Stewart Living is useful reading for a sissy as it provides myriad tips for creating a comfy, welcoming environment in which your man can fuck your brains out. He will be sure to appreciate the effort and pains you take to provide these feminine touches, even if only subconsciously. Just as prayer and meditation take a special form for a sissy, so does contact with and knowledge of her higher power. For a sissy, of course, her higher power is her man, a.k.a. her Daddy. A good sissy will forever be hoping to understand, satisfy, and even anticipate her Daddy's every need and desire. She will eagerly absorb Daddy's instruction and education in this and every regard. And, if for some reason she should fall short of expectations, she will unhesitatingly and with genuine contrition offer herself up for whatever punishment or correctional discipline Daddy deems fitting. Though she may never truly know Daddy's mind, it being so far beyond and different from her own, her life will be enriched by her effort to understand what it is to please her Daddy and in knowing that she always does her best to do so. In this way, a sissy will know that she has lived a meaningful life. Step Twelve Becoming a sissy is a spiritual, as well as a physical and psychological awakening. For the first time in your life, you will feel truly alive and free. No longer one thing in public and another in private, as a sissy, you will feel whole, complete, and at home in your own skin. Even though you are still often a subject of ridicule among the intolerant and ignorant, still shunned by a close-minded society, nonetheless you'll discover an inner freedom and a sense of self-esteem that you've never felt before. Why? Because you are no longer living a lie. You won't feel the burden of guilt and shame knowing that deep-down you are a fraud, that you are deceiving others--and even yourself. Having the courage to say to the world "I am a sissy" and to accept the consequences that may follow takes real courage. It's something of which you can be proud. What's more, only by being yourself will you make yourself known to the people who are looking for a sissy like you. Be assured: they are out there. But if you hide the fact that you're a sissy, how would they know where to find you? Up to know, you've known nothing but the pain and the fear of rejection as a sissy, but that's mainly because you've lived among people who would never accept you for what you are. By changing yourself, you will change the people around you. You will find your true tribe. No one pretends it will be easy. Sacrifices will have to be made--often painful ones. Breaking your testosterone addiction and the faux male conditioning imposed on you from birth will likely be one of the very hardest things you will ever do in your life. But the rewards are beyond anything you can imagine. Once you take control of your life, you will bring your growing sense of yourself as a sissy to every aspect of your life. You will be a sissy at work, at home, at play, and in all your personal relationships. At the same time, you will seek to carry the positive message of sissyhood to other sissies still struggling to free themselves from the chains of addiction. You will bring your message to them not merely through words alone but, more importantly, through your example as a self-identified sissy. And you will be in the vanguard of a new sexual/gender revolution One day, through efforts of sissies like you to reach self-realization, it may finally come about that sissies will be accepted for what they are and what they can offer. Until then, we continue on our path of sissyhood, day by day, night by night, waking each morning and moving forward one high-heeled step at a time. Good luck and godspeed! * * * * This story was originally written to caption a series of illustrations and can be read as such in its original incarnation on my blog sissypop! along with more of my stories, drawings, and real-life transgender musings. You can find sissypop! at: sissyforlife(dot)blogspot(dot)com.

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Do you want to know what is really happening in college toilets, girls are going crazy, caressing and rubbing each others’ pussies, read and get really hot and wet!Diana likes the taste and smell of an excited woman. Maybe it sounds dirty but that’s the truth. Why lie to yourself?.. We all get aroused from such things.Diana is exceptionally skillful in sex. Tender lips, a hot mouth and a teasing tongue. As no one else in the world she knows how responsive the scarlet nub between girl’s thighs...

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Fathers of Blondes Anonymous

The room was poorly lit with a low ceiling and open floor plan broken only by support columns in two rows of three down its length. It was mostly used to store folding chairs and tables, a dozen of the former and one of the latter set up. The chairs were in a circle in the center of the open space. The table was up against one wall with a carafe of coffee, cream and sugar and cups next to it. There was also a box of Dunkin’ Donuts sitting half empty next to the carafe, another box under it. The...

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A WellLived Life 2 Book 2 StephieChapter 41 Penguins Anonymous

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How High a Price Contributed Conclusionsby Anonymous

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THE UNKNOWN ARTIST AND THE CRYPT OF ANONYMITY

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THE UNKNOWN ARTIST AND THE CRYPT OF ANONYMITY

THE UNKNOWN ARTIST AND THE CRYPT OF ANONYMITYFurthermore, I soon realized that I would need to "learn" the highly personnal vocabulary with which the Unknown Artist conjures up a world. And He said : All around passagers, faceless, nameless, Mister X, unspeakable news in brief, c***dren of the night (protect them), night a****ls (protect them), discreet avengers, anonymous photographers (yes, you are), burlesque, broken houses, grotesque, clandestine souls, invisible walkers, please come into...

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With best regards to my co-autor Jennie. Monika finished up her bath, ready for bed but not to sleep. It was Christmas Eve, Monika eagerly awaiting a special Christmas orgasm; her mound freshly shaven and she was extremely horny. It was as though Santa was going to bring her this tremendous orgasm that would cascade through her body in an ultimate explosion like nothing she ever felt before. She lay back on the satin sheets carefully, the bed freshly made as if was going to hold a virgin to be...

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Hubby Styles My Bush

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What the FuckChapter 14

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Hello friends, I’m “thesaint”(not literally) here, writing my first story. I’ve been reading ISS for quite some time and the problem I found here as most basic is the bad English and/or poorly written Hindi story using English alphabets. I’m gonna write the chudai story in Hindi though. Ab aapka samay na waste karte hue main kahani par ata hun. Is chudai story mein: My Name: Vikram Girlfriend: Neha School khatam hone ke baad college me pehla kadam rakhte hi mere mann me bhi tamanna thi ki...

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Auntie Sarah Spanks Part Two

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RUNAWAY Chapter 9 Pushing The Limits

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Suburban GirlChapter 9

Lee didn't end up picking me up until well after four in the afternoon. After Jason fucked me I relaxed for a while before dressing back in my overalls and turtleneck shirt since I knew that I had to finish my chores. Part of me wanted to try and regain the brief spurt of confidence I'd felt after Jason had fucked me the first time and demand he do my chores for me. That feeling, of being in charge, was completely out of my system now, though, and couldn't be regained. Those brief few...

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Deneuralized Pussy

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