Kiss My Feet: Sissy Training and Forced Feminization

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Maybe the use of “assault” sounds melodramatic, and I admit that being plied with finery was an extremely first-world problem. But whenever my mother put me in a dress, I felt as if she were taking a scalpel to my identity, trying to slice out the parts she didn’t like. And the holidays were the best opportunity for her to operate on me. Weekends in December became forced marathon shopping excursions in which I tried on skirts and gowns that would later become my presents.

That's right. At YM we have three sections: Baby, Little Girl, and Leggy Girl. My field is helping mistresses to babify their sissy, which you could say is making him any age up to three, so he could be walking but definitely in reins. After reins, he would be sissified by the Little Girl department. Leggy Girls are sissies dressed as teens or adults who have to be sissified in their everyday life." You’re so ungrateful,” she said, as I opened a full-length purple ball gown on Christmas my senior year of high school and promptly frowned, tossing it to the side.

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It's after church, and hot in Florida, but taking pictures, excite me so much....I just love to take pictures. She said "Angie, you are a nut". Oh stop wriggling," snapped Jayne as she stood in front of him and straightened his collar into a neat circle, "you're making yourself look perfectly ridiculous." She attended to his curls around every part of his hair, fluffing them out for everyone to see how pretty they were.

this darling tutu skirt it's double layers and ruffles and ribbon and a gleaming hot pink waist and hip section, and it wasWhen I'd done that I went down and said I'm sorry. She was not happy - not cross with me - I think she wanted me to have a girlfriend, start a family, and maybe me wearing her clothes showed her that having a girlfriend was out of the question. But later when I put in a shame-faced appearance in the front room, she said she didn't mind me putting on her clothes - as long as I didn't spoil anything or get them creased, and if I did I would have to wash and iron them, or pay for cleaning. As a result I used to wear her clothes often, usually when she was out but sometimes when she was in, which made it exciting. It was a pleasure to read your letter, not least because it fills in more of the picture of Sissy Katrin and her total emasculation. I know from other women/mistresses how degrading it is for their sissy to have to work on the process of revealing more details of their own sissyness, as in Katrin's case of translating your letter to send to me. Seeing at first hand what revelations are being made to so many sissies and their mistresses. She is sort of betraying herself, I suppose.

Ps...I did my shopping and two other streets and none, they had children tutus but now women ones...Most hood ornaments are phallic symbols, they were very obvious, the new cars have moved to a indented CLEFT....THE VAGINA. So practise a little curtsey for me, darling, then sit in my lap, and you can be the respectful sissy for each of the Mothers-In-Law in Prim's stories. I nodded, knowing that she was leaving out part of the story. That same Christmas my mother invited my girlfriend to spend New Year’s Eve with us. It was the first time a female partner of mine had been invited to anything. And here's a Prim pic and story from years ago which have never appeared in Prim's Petticoat Wendyhouse.

It's because you're laughing at him," she explained. "He can't stand it when women laugh at the way I've babied him. Here... I'd better put his mat underneath. You could easily make him cum." Aren't they fabulous? My heart goes out to every girl in the Rose Room. What pleasure they bring us, and what an inspiration they are to all girls to know that they will be loved and admired if they bravely put their feminine foot forward. Like a baby Shirley Temple," giggled Trinny, who held him by one arm while she had the fingers of her other hand inside his leather harness so that he couldn't pull away from her. "And what a gorgeous, cherubic face for a baby husband. Isn't he just a cutie little darling!" I'll keep in mind your request for a picture of two intimate sissies doing each other's bows. Sounds a lovely picture and story. Two holidays ago, my mother started giving me gifts I would actually wear: a pin-striped blazer, a men’s wallet, and even a skinny tie. Gone were the multicolored miniskirts of yore. After the festivities wound down, I asked her what prompted the change.I must say that lending my sissy pansy out to my friends was one of the most effective training measures.I still remember - and so does sissy - the first time I made her serving teas and coffees when I had invited two of my friends over one afternoon. My little fairy trembled with fear and humiliation but at the end she passed with flying colours and made my friends being jealous of having such a cute and obedient maid to wait on me. Eleanor fussed his white satin collar in her fingers. "There, there, Sissy Jennifer," she said, "let's make baby feel very, very girly in her pretty sissy collar and then we'll be able to close her up in her panties like a proper little girl baby." The knee loops are in doubled satin," went on Angelina, drawing plastic bags from the box and opening them to reveal softly folded satin in a childish baby blue. "They wrap under baby's knees so that he dangles with his knees spread outside his chest. On top of the bar, these upholstered U-cushions hold his upper arms, with his hands fastened into these loops underneath them. So with his weight taken under his arms and knees, he dangles with his bottom and bits as the lowest part of him... nicely arranged for us to play with them." Eleanor held the bar with her hands outside the arm cushions and slowly let her weight sag until she dangled in a flounce of mandarin silk, with her tunic top flaring in and out around her, her high heeled boots swaying on the floor and the knees of her white polyester pants hanging and bouncing in front. There wasn't a sound from the Baby Butterfly, which bent gracefully to absorb its passenger as her hand bar bounced up and down at arm's length. I'm delighted to show you photos sent to me by a delicious girl with a million-dollar smile. This is Miss Jenni Dee.