The Sissy Epiphany
The first time I crossdressed was both amazing and confusing. I was so excited. I had worn a pair of pantyhose and black ballet flats. My little middle school cock had spurted the biggest load of cum I had ever produced. I felt so turned on. I knew I absolutely had to do it again.
But I was also really confused. I was a boy. I wasn't a girl. Why was wearing girls clothes so exciting? I absolutely loved girls. I jerked off thinking about the girls from school and their cute skirts and ballet flats every single day. Why was I as turned on by me wearing the flats as them?
Did that mean I was gay? Did that mean I wanted to be a girl? It was surely just a coincidence that I was attracted to the one boy who wore penny loafers with no socks and short shorts.
I didn't even know the word "bisexual" was, let alone understand it.
It was confusing. And yet exciting. I would stand at the window and watch my mom and brother in the car backing out of the driveway. As soon as they were gone I would run to get my pantyhose and flats on. I knew they would only be gone about 20-30 minutes. I would try to see how many times I could cum in that amount of time. Sometimes it was 3 or 4!!!
As time went on I just accepted that I was weird or a pervert. It never made sense to me until I learned I wasn't alone. I would continue to crossdress and masturbate. I even went dressed up to adult video stores and had sex with men. I would love the moment of it and then feel bad afterward. Like I had done something wrong.
But when I got on the internet and found out about sissies and feminization it all made sense.
"I was a sissy all along" I said to myself. I just didn't know. I wish I had learned about sissies then. I could have sucked and fucked my way through all the hot boys in school. It was a dirty dark secret all those years. But now it's liberating to know the truth about my sissy nature.
That revelation was such a relief. I wasn't weird. I was just one of a large group of secret sissies in the world. Now I'm glad that I'm a secret sissy. Being a sissy is part of who I am. I cannot be me without being a sissy. My world is only complete if I'm a secret sissy. I'll never stop being a sissy. I'll always dress up like a girl and crave cock and cum. And I'll always have my "straight life" where my friends have no clue that the masculine guy from the gym loves wearing pantyhose and sucking strange cock through a gloryhole.
Being a secret sissy is a amazing! It's my destiny!
But I was also really confused. I was a boy. I wasn't a girl. Why was wearing girls clothes so exciting? I absolutely loved girls. I jerked off thinking about the girls from school and their cute skirts and ballet flats every single day. Why was I as turned on by me wearing the flats as them?
Did that mean I was gay? Did that mean I wanted to be a girl? It was surely just a coincidence that I was attracted to the one boy who wore penny loafers with no socks and short shorts.
I didn't even know the word "bisexual" was, let alone understand it.
It was confusing. And yet exciting. I would stand at the window and watch my mom and brother in the car backing out of the driveway. As soon as they were gone I would run to get my pantyhose and flats on. I knew they would only be gone about 20-30 minutes. I would try to see how many times I could cum in that amount of time. Sometimes it was 3 or 4!!!
As time went on I just accepted that I was weird or a pervert. It never made sense to me until I learned I wasn't alone. I would continue to crossdress and masturbate. I even went dressed up to adult video stores and had sex with men. I would love the moment of it and then feel bad afterward. Like I had done something wrong.
But when I got on the internet and found out about sissies and feminization it all made sense.
"I was a sissy all along" I said to myself. I just didn't know. I wish I had learned about sissies then. I could have sucked and fucked my way through all the hot boys in school. It was a dirty dark secret all those years. But now it's liberating to know the truth about my sissy nature.
That revelation was such a relief. I wasn't weird. I was just one of a large group of secret sissies in the world. Now I'm glad that I'm a secret sissy. Being a sissy is part of who I am. I cannot be me without being a sissy. My world is only complete if I'm a secret sissy. I'll never stop being a sissy. I'll always dress up like a girl and crave cock and cum. And I'll always have my "straight life" where my friends have no clue that the masculine guy from the gym loves wearing pantyhose and sucking strange cock through a gloryhole.
Being a secret sissy is a amazing! It's my destiny!
4 years ago