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My Sissy Life
Part 17
I fixed my make up and went back to cleaning, I didn't want to get into
trouble because my chores weren't done. I don't know how I would explain
that, 'I'm sorry mother I couldn't finish dusting because I was too busy
sucking Jake's cock.'. That is not a conversation I wanted to have. I
wasn't sure what was going to happen when Jake babysat me for the
weekend. I had an idea that there would be a repeat of what just
happened.
The rest of the night. I served dinner, washed the dishes, did a few
loads of laundry, folded clothes and put them away. There is always
something to clean or someone to pick up after.
My father and brother were in the livingroom watching some sports game on
TV. They yelled at me when I walked in front of them as I passed through
with a basket of clothes.
"Get outta the way sissy!" my father yelled.
"Come on! Get the hell gotta here you useless waste!" my brother yelled.
"I'm very sorry sirs," I said as I did the best curtsey I could do with a
full laundry basket in my hands and continued to my room to fold the
clothes.
I finished putting every ones clothes away and was putting away mine when
my mother came in my bedroom.
She gave me two sheets of paper and said, "Here are the lists of things
that you need to pack for your brother and sister. We are leaving in a
day and a half. You have more than enough time to get everything packed
before we leave."
"Yes mam," I said, "I will make sure to get everything packed on time."
"No mistakes sissy," she said, "the last thing I want to find is that you
forgot something. I don't want to have to go buy socks or something and
stop having fun just because you didn't pack something."
My sister was walking by my room as my mother was talking to me.
She came in and said, "Bobbie, you are going to give me a full manicure
and pedicure tonight."
"Yes mam," I said.
"Mom," my sister said, "maybe Bobbie could go with us to the water park."
They both laughed.
"I'm sure your father would be happy to see our little sissy running
around in her cute little bikini," my mother said while still laughing.
"But unfortunately for her, she has chores to do. The house isn't going
to clean it's self. Right Bobbie?"
"Yes mam," I said, "my chores are important."
"Besides," she said, "I already have a sitter for her. I don't think
bringing Bobbie is a good idea, your father wouldn't like that at all."
My sister laughed and said, "Sorry Bobbie, you can't swim anyway."
My mother said, "She can't swim, but her head is full of air, so she
might float."
They both laughed.
"Oh, Bobbie I almost forgot," my mother said, "your father and I decided
that starting tonight you are going to wear your girlie gear until we
leave. Also for a week after we get home. We have noticed that you have
been bending your knees, not bending at the waist sometimes while you are
in uniform. Your wrists aren't as limp as a sissy's should be and your
steps aren't girlie at all. If we don't see an improvement, you will
continue to wear them until we are satisfied."
"Just like old times Bobbie," my sister said. "Mom, are you going to put
one of her old dresses with all the lace on her?"
"No, I don't think so," my mother said. "But, she was cute in those,
wasn't she."
"Yeah," my sister said, "a twelve year old sissy in a little girl's dress
complete with white tights with little pink hearts . I loved it. I
remember her crying in the backseat of the car as we went to Jason's
tenth birthday party. She kept saying 'Please I'll be a good girl at
home, I don't want all those kids to see me in a dress.'"
My mother laughed and said, "I almost forgot about that. Bobbie was only
living as a sissy for just a few days. Remember that Bobbie?"
"Yes mother," I said.
How could I forget. Not only was it the first time my aunt, uncle and
cousins saw me as a sissy, but I also knew all the kids at the party.
That was before I was a server at family parties. I just sat next to my
mother and held her hand during the whole party, except when I had to
give my cousin his birthday gift.
I had to say, "Thank you for inviting me to your party. Here is your gift
sir," with a smile and curtsey that I had to practice over and over for
about two hours before we got there.
He looked me up and down and said, "Why do you got a dress on and your
hair all done up? Whoa, you got earrings and make-up too? What's with all
the girl stuff?"
"I'm a sissy sir," I said, "I only wear dresses now when I'm not in
school."
Jason looked at me, laughed and said, "A sissy huh? My mom told me about
you. So you like this sissy stuff?"
"Yes sir. I'm very happy," I said trying to smile, with a lump in my
throat and my lip slightly quivering.
"What did you call me?" he said.
"I called you sir," I said.
He smiled, looked me in the eye and said, "I like it, never use my name
again."
"Yes sir," I said as I looked at the floor.
It was also the first time anyone else saw me as a sissy, so everyone,
kids and parents asked me why I was dressed like I was. Before the party,
my father and mother made sure that I knew what to say to anyone who
asked.
With a big smile I'd say, "I'm wearing this pretty dress because I'm a
sissy. I'm finally able to dress like the sissy I've always been. I'm
very happy now." They had me say that over and over in front of my mirror
until they were satisfied while I practiced my curtsey. I thought it
would get easier the more I said it to people but it didn't, I wanted to
cry every time.
My sister said, "Don't worry Bobbie, I'll help you when your in your
girlie gear. I'll make sure Jim and I put things low or on the floor so
you can practice bending at the waist."
I hate the girlie gear. I thought I was done with that years ago. The
gear is my hobble chain as I've mentioned before but there was more.
There are my knee braces, they look like any other knee brace, they are
hard plastic covered with black stretchy material and go from mid thigh
to mid calf. They make it impossible for me to bend my knees at all. It
is very hard to go up stairs, especially with six inch heels on and with
my hobble chain I have to go up and down the stairs on my butt. I try not
to sit very often because it is hard to get up. That is another reason
for them, I'm not allowed to sit on the family furniture while in
uniform. I may sit on my bed or the desk chair in my room but no where
else. Since I'm not sitting I just do my chores that's exactly how my
father wants me. My wrist braces were made of the same material as my
knee braces, they made sure that my wrists were bent to make sure they
were limp when they came off. My mother made sure that all the serving
trays had handles because I couldn't hold them otherwise. I'd cry when my
braces came off because after a day of having them on my knees and writs
would hurt when I bend them. The pain kept my wrists bent. The only good
part was that I didn't wear the girlie gear to school, but on the
weekends and days off of school I'd wear the braces all the time,
sometimes for two or three days, but no more than three days. My brother
and sister would drop things just to have me bend down to pick it up. I
had to wear them for eight months. Life isn't easy being a 16 year old
sissy, but it was really hard when I was 12.
My mother walked over to my closet and said, "I'll let you do your
sister's nails before I put you're girlie braces on. I'll just put them
on your bed so we don't forget. I know you wouldn't want to forget, I
know you want to be the best sissy possible."
"Yes mam, I do," I said.
"Good girl," she said.
"Okay Bobbie," my sister said, "get your nail kit and come to my room."
"Yes ma'm," I said with a curtsey and went to get my nail kit.
I went to my sister's bedroom and sat on the floor to do her toe nails
first.
As I was holding her foot in one hand and shaping her hails with a file
with the other hand. My sister said, "You know Bobbie, it's too bad that
you aren't going with us. Well, too bad for you, we are going to have a
lot of fun. A sissy's work is never done I guess."
"Yes mam," I said, "I have a lot of things to do while you are gone."
"You know, you're very lucky you get to be the maid. She said "We
could've very easily hired a maid, but mom and dad decided to training
you. You should be happy that you have a place in life. Otherwise who
knows what you would be doing now. Whatever it would be I'm sure that you
wouldn't have a cute little uniform like you do. Everyone can see that
you are happy as a sissy. You are happy being a sissy aren't you Bobbie?"
"Yes mam. I am very happy being a sissy," I said with a smile trying to
be a good sissy. "I'm very lucky to be able to serve others."
"That's right sissy," she said, "even if your place is below everyone
else."
"Yes mam. I know that everyone is better than me," I said.
"Right again sissy," she said. "Maybe you aren't as dumb as I thought."
"Mam?" I said with a smile. Hoping that maybe I was becoming a better
sissy.
"Just kidding Bobbie," she said with a laugh "everyone knows you're a
total bimbo. Bobbie the Bimbo."
"Yes mam," I said as I put my head back down. I knew she was right. I
don't know why I fall for it when she says things like that.
"You know Bobbie," she said, "I can't imagine you being anything but a
sissy maid. When mom told me that she started you on hormone blockers and
that you were going to be a sissy I didn't think it would work. I was
really wrong, you went from being a chubby, lazy, boy. To a cute, skinny,
sissy. You are naturally submissive, naturally girlish and you hardly put
up a fight during your training. You just accepted that you are a sissy
and this is your place in life. You're still lazy but that's just who you
are I guess. Having you as a sissy maid was the best idea. You're a
natural, just look at you, sitting there painting your big sisters toe
nails. Do you think Jim would paint my nails if I asked?
"No mam," I said, "he wouldn't."
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because he is a real man," I said, "something that I never could be."
"Mom and dad could see that you were never going to be much of a man,"
she said. "And here you are, in your little maids uniform, ready to do
whatever your told."
"Yes mam," I said.
"Are you excited about having breasts?" she asked me.
"Y..yyes mam," I said with a forced smile. "I am excited."
"You don't sound very excited," she said with a slight laugh in her
voice. "Just think how popular you'll be at school. I'm sure the boys
will love them."
"Yes mam," I said, "I'm sure they will."
"What's the matter Bobbie?" she asked. "Are you worried about being
humiliated because of your new breasts?"
"Yes mam, a little," I said, "I try very hard to be a good sissy. I don't
understand why I need to get implants."
Well, Bobbie," she said, "you are getting implants because the family
decided that you should get them. You don't have a say in it at all, you
are only a sissy. You don't get to make decisions. No matter how hard you
try, you'll never be good enough. Sissies are never good enough. As for
the humiliation, well I hope you are very humiliated. Humiliation is good
for a sissy, it makes sure that you never think of yourself as any better
than dirt."
"Yes mam," I said.
"Humiliation really helps you be the best sissy possible," she said,
"That's why we tell you that you are only a sissy, that's why we only let
you dress in short skirts and dresses. Humiliation is the reason that
your uniforms are so short and why you only bend at the waist and have
limp wrists. I love humiliating you, especially in front of my friends. I
love making sure that you know that you are only here to be used at a
servant. The more we humiliate you the more you try to be a good sissy.
The best part it that you never will be worth anything, but you keep
trying."
"Yes mam," I said as I looked up at her and knew I wasn't any good.
I guess I'll just have to try harder, I thought.
As I finished giving my sister a pedicure I heard my brother yelling, "Oh
yeah, Yes! Yes! This is amazing!"
I thought his team scored or won the game or something.
I heard him running upstairs and toward my sisters room.
"Kim! Kim!" he yelled as he ran into the room.
I quickly stood up, smiled and curtseyed. My sister saw me a let out a
little laugh.
"What's going on?" she asked. Jim "What are you yelling about?"
"Dad just told me that he is getting me a car for my birthday next
month!" he said.
My sister had no interest having a car or in driving at all. One of her
boyfriends or friends would drive her wherever she wanted to go.
"Oh wow!" she said. "That's awesome Jim!"
"Good for you sir," I said with a smile.
"Shut up sissy," he said. "Eyes down."
I put my head down, clasped my hands in front of me and looked at the
floor.
"I gotta go call the guys," my brother said as he ran out of the room.
My birthday is in about a week, I'll be 17. Everyone forgets about it
most of the time. My mother might say happy birthday a day or two after
or not at all. I knew that my birthday didn't really matter, but it still
kind of hurt. I might get a new duster or package of vacuum bags wrapped
up in pretty pink paper. Since I got a new bag-less vacuum for Christmas
I don't even get vacuum bags anymore. That didn't even happen every year
anyway. I knew that I should just be happy to be a servant and a have a
place in life.
My sister said, "I know he really wants to get his license as soon as
possible."
"Yes mam," I said.
"Come on now little sissy, back to work," she said as she extended her
hand to me.
I went to work on her finger nails..
When I was finished with my sister's nails I went back to my room. I
started to get ready for bed when my mother walked in.
"So, I guess you heard the news," she said.
"About Jim getting a car?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, "he is very excited."
"Yes mam, I heard," I said.
"Your birthday is coming up soon also," she said.
"I know my birthday doesn't matter mother," I said.
"Well, that's true," she said, "But this is a birthday that you are going
to remember Bobbie. You are getting implants! You're going to need all
new uniforms, bras and tops. It's going to be very exciting."
"Yes mother, I'm sure I'll remember it," I said as I put my pink Barbie
nightie on.
"Of coarse," she said as she handed me a knee brace "You aren't getting
your new breasts on your birthday, but that doesn't matter anyway. It's
been so long since we've celebrated your actual birthday that I'm
surprised that I even remember it at all."
"Yes mam," I said, "I don't need to worry about a birthday, I only need
to do as I'm told and make sure everyone else's needs are met."
"That's right Bobbie," she said with a smile "You are a servant before
anything else. If there is time for you then we may do something, but as
you know we are very busy. No one really has time for a sissy anyway."
"Yes mam," I said, "I understand."
"I'd be very surprised if you understood anything more than your chores,"
my mother said, "Don't worry my simple minded sissy, you are cute and
ultra-girlie, with your breasts some man might want to keep you for
himself someday.
I had both of my knee braces on by the time she was done talking and she
started putting the wrist braces on me. When that was done she had me
walk around a little. I felt like a robot walking around with my girlie
gear on.
"I'll put the hobble chain on after school tomorrow," she said, "It's
time for you to goto bed now."
"Yes Mam," I said as I got into bed.
She looked at me laying there and said with a smile "My almost perfect
sissy. Keep trying Bobbie, maybe someday you'll be perfect, but we all
know that you probably never will."
"Yes mam," I said. "Mother, can I ask you a question?"
"Yes," she said, "what is it?"
"When did you put me on hormone blockers?" I asked.
She said, "Who told you that?"
"Kim did," I said, "when I was doing her nails."
"We'll talk about that another day," she said as she turned off the light
and walked out of my room. "Good night my little sissy."
"Good night mother," I said.
The End of Part 17.
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