My Sissy Story...
I’m such a princess here,
don’t you think?
This is just one aspect of
my journey as a “sissy”,
or what-have-you. I like the
word “sissy” but some do
not. For me, “sissy” is
about the ultimate girly-girl,
all ruffles and lace. It is
about being sweet and cute
and having fun being all of
those things. It is getting
lost in soft and cuddly and
sometimes sassy and sexy
and enjoying being the
female I am on the inside
without worrying about
what the world thinks about
such things, if for just a little
I have been a “sissy” for a long time, started very young and now, very comfortable with my femininity, thanks to a very
good and special friend that encourages me to embrace who I really am. It still a private journey, shared in anonymity and
as Erica. Erica is my alter-ego, my “Supergirl” (and for the same reasons as she), I must keep a secret identity to protect
others. So, no face to recognize in my photographs. With the confidential and huge resources of the internet, I felt moved
to learn more about this inseparable part of my life and having some fun doing it, I might add. There are lots of resources
and information out there the more I read and researched, the better about myself I felt.
Like I said, I started early, really about 5-6, playing “dress-up” with my
sister who was only 18 months younger than I was. We’d use her clothes
to be “sisters” together or get into mother’s clothes, hats, scarves, jewelry,
etc. and be “mommies”. We were and still are, very close. She was my
best friend and playmate for so long. I played with her friends more than
mine because we were inseparable. Sometimes my friends wouldn’t let
her play because she was a “girl”, but if she couldn’t play with them, then I
wouldn’t play with them either and so I would go back to the more accepting
I also have some very fond earlier memories of being used by my mother as
a dress manikin (she was a very good seamstress and made dresses for
neighbors and friends for extra money) and if I was the right size, I got the
honor or if the dress was smaller, my sister would get the job. I guess I
liked the attention I got from her mostly and I don’t recall any particular
“feeling” one way or the other, but being in dresses came to be equated
with that attention by her and the good feeling that entails.
Eventually, my sister got tired of “dressing up” in general, but I never
stopped, just did it secretly. However, when I was age 10, I got “caught” by
Mom wearing my sister’s panties and to my surprise, her biggest concern
she expressed to me was that I was “getting too big” to wear my sister’s
clothes and underwear and was wearing it out early! She offered nothing
more on the subject besides the admonishment that, “little boys are not
supposed to play with dolls or wear dresses past a certain age.” At that
point I stopped wearing my sister’s clothing.
I wasn’t real clear on what I should or couldn’t do now, but I could not “just
stop” and so I started getting into Mom’s lingerie (but more discretely, I
thought). I kept a small collection of her lingerie, bra, hose, even PJ’s, etc.
under my mattress to wear at night (I had my own bedroom and she kept
out because I kept it neat and clean). She had a lot in her lingerie drawer
and so I thought she wouldn’t miss them. At age 13, I came home from
school and Mom had made my bed (she never did that!) and her lingerie
was gone! I thought I would die! I worried all evening about it, but nothing
was said or even hinted at. The next night, my bed felt “lumpy” like it did
when I kept her lingerie there and I checked again and there was her
lingerie there again, but washed and folded! Nothing else was said and I just
started again wearing her things, but made sure I got them into the laundry
after wearing them.
When we got married, I told my wife of my preferences and she took the
same approach as Mom (I think Mom clued in my fiancé). Her approach is,
“OK in the bedroom, under your clothes, not “Public” and don’t tear
anything of mine!” My wife has even gone shopping with me to help buy my
size lingerie, but she is not OK with dresses, pantsuits, women’s jeans and
tops around the house. She is a pretty amazing woman and so I think that
might work out after the last of the kids leave home. I am just comfortable
in women’s wear and do so quite often in my home office and I travel quite a
bit and have opportunity there as well.
The last evolution has been fostered by my wonder friend, a lovely lady that I
have never met personally, but I feel like we have been girlfriends together
forever. She enables me to fully engage all aspects of my femininity and is
so encouraging to me be as conservative or as outrageous as I want to be
in expressing myself in my dressing. It has been a wonderful time and I
look forward to many more years and experiences. Never can tell, I might
make that professional make-over and photo shoot yet! The journey
continues and you are invited to see what I literally “get into” next!
So, there you have it, girls, just ALL of it and I am just drained putting all this
down in writing for you to see, but it is a relief to share this with everyone!
Thanks for listening! Let’s see what is in the next dressing room, shall we?
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|This is a gallery of photos of me, just being me. I love to dress
up and sometimes dressing down, but always enjoying being
sissy. So these photos are for other, less fancy dressing times
and outfits, but always sissy.