How Did You Become A Sissy, Part 1
It’s not always a cruel, dominating, humiliating girlfriend who leads you down the sissy path. Sometimes it’s your supportive, helpful girl friend…and her group of friends. A sweet sissy told me her story down sissy lane, and I want to share it with my FemFabulous readers! Read her story told in her own words below 🙂 Part 2 is next Tuesday.
He Knew He Was A Sissy
When I was younger, my best friend was a girl. We did everything together, and she had a big role in how I became a sissy. I feel I’ve always been a sissy so she didn’t make me a sissy but had a huge influence on how I embraced it. She included me whenever she would play with her friends. I was a regular, if unofficial, member of her girl group of friends. When we’d go to the mall, they would make me carry the bags but all of them enjoyed teasing me lightly about what outfits would look good on me or even what panties and more. I didn’t recognize how wonderful this made me feel at first but eventually it became clear that it was touching me on a deeply sexual level. The very thought of wearing panties would get me aroused and to be included with a group of cute girls shopping for panties and bras was absolute heaven.
He Wasn’t Hiding His Sissydom Well
I also should credit a bit of fate with my genetics that I was never a hairy guy and in fact developed a slender body type that was not that far off my girl friend’s in size. I never developed beautiful breasts like she did, of course, or the extra curve to her hips and bottom, but I looked way more like a girl than I did some of the jock guys we both knew. Naturally this caused me to be picked on. I guess I was giving off “sissy vibes” in the way I looked or acted. It should have embarrassed me that she was always there to defend me but I just loved her the more for it.
She Knew He Was A Sissy
Eventually, one night at her house, we had a heart to heart where she tried to figure out how to ask me what my “deal” was. She didn’t want to be cruel but she also was a little scared of the answer. Finally, she asked if I wanted to wear panties. I think the way my face lit up was plenty of answer but I said yes. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. “Okay, these are now yours,” she said, handing me a pair of cotton string bikini panties. Not thinking I had anything to hide, I started to pull off my shorts and underwear. She laughed and turned around until I’d put them on. She turned back and saw my shorts were still on the floor, “Oh, I thought you were… well, okay.” She looked me over, had me turn around. “They fit really nice on you. Shows off your cute butt too.”
I was so excited and happy that my small cock got hard (just another thing that destined me to be a sissy, I guess!) but luckily the panties contained it rather easily. If my friend noticed, she made an effort not to show it or mention it. “Here, why don’t you take… the blue ones and those can all be yours. Don’t want to get our panties mixed up, do we?” I accepted seven pairs of panties, some cotton, some satin. Then I decided, in for a penny, in for a pound.
Check out the next Tuesday post for Part 2.