X-Dresser Sissies Issue 5 ~ Pansies in Petticoats

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The reason I thought I could survive outside the Wendy house was probably due to my Mistress Vikki accepting an overseas assignment but she has written saying she will be returning in late October and will be very disappointed if she finds me trying to retrieve any of my male thoughts or attitudes. I do hope that with the help of the Wendy House, and by paying more attention to the advice of Miss Blouse, I shall escape her punishment and be allowed to continue as her pathetic sissy slave pandering to her every wish (I especially look forward to having to hand wash her lingerie and her taking me for a bra fitting at a sissy friendly store we have used in the past). Still blushing, I took my seat, as Carolyn's eyes met Aunt Mary's and the two women shared a knowing smile. The party seemed to drag on interminably. I didn’t want to drink any more lemonade, but Sheila made me have two more glasses. Before long the inevitable happened. I did look up the dictionary definition – I’m that sort of person – and the first definition was “Frilly; heavily ornamental; fancy; overly elaborate, particularly as regards clothing”; the second was ‘a rustling especially of a woman's skirts’. Clearly, this was what was described in my stories. What are we going to do? It'll be four days till it opens now,” I wondered aloud, a tone of alarm in my voice.

There is one other thing, I'm afraid,” continued Sheila. “Your leotard will be a bit difficult for you to get on and off. And as I shall be busy during the party I'm not going to be able to help.” Now, don't you worry your little head, dear; it seems you'll get to play dress-up a little longer is all. It'll be wonderful having a sweet little girl in the house all weekend, you'll see.” In a week’s time it’s Lucy’s tenth birthday. She’s going to have a fancy dress party for a dozen of her little friends. I can’t think of anything worse than a dozen or so ten year old girls running round squealing and screaming, so I'm planning to go out for the afternoon. If I time it right I should be able to avoid the whole awful affair. I knew that the task would go more easily if I was clear and confident. I did wait until the department was empty – no point in being brazen. “Excuse me, I’m looking to choose a bra.”

But of course, I'm sure she'll want to look and smell her best on her first time out to eat,” Aunt Mary responded, her voice equally serious in tone. I was stunned, and could say nothing. I became aware of Lucy stood in the doorway, and tried to cover myself up. We chatted about my parents and life at home before coming to Los Angeles. We were under the covers and Aunt Mary now had her hand on my leg as I rested against her breast while we sat up against the plush headboard. I began to blush as my clitty was getting hard and Aunt Mary asked, "Is your penis getting hard again?" I said, "Yes it is, I just can't help it. Carolyn calls it my clitty and I just love all the attention Carolyn is giving it." We had just spoken earlier of my home life where I told Aunt Mary the same thing I had told Carolyn.

All finished, sweetheart,” she said, helping to straighten my petticoats as they floated down over my legs. Yes, Ma'm, she'll be right down.” With that, Carolyn called up the stairs, “Come down, and Honey, we're ready to leave.” Yes, they saw that the leadership claimed to be massively tolerant and so they pushed at that very specific point – and they found that they could push and push and push until the tolerance that the leadership originally planned had been extended far beyond what was expected. And it goes on.” Well, Sophie dear, I don't hold it against you, of course, for stepping out of the Wendyhouse for a while. I can only commend you on deciding that you stand to become a better (that is, a more pathetic and more effeminate) sissy on the inside. I’m not a small girl – but I’m not in the Evans Outsize category either. My problem, as with most men wanting to wear pretty feminine clothes, my problem is I’m not really the right shape. I’m much more of a cylinder than I would like. But you really need to learn what your shape is – the younger you are, the more likely it is that there will be clothes suitable for you. I have solidified into middle-aged circumference aided by sloth and sundry lazinesses. I could lose weight – but it doesn’t seem to happen merely by feeble willpower – and I can’t get as involved on a day-to-day basis as many women manage. So, my shape is currently unfaltering.

I sometimes get upset that so many stories involve situations or responses by other people which are different from mine. I don’t feel unusual but on the other hand …….. I spoke about this to a friend who has studied some psychology and he said ‘it’s known as the Specific –General distortion.; Carolyn smiled and nodded as she took my nightie and put it on me. She then helped me into my gown and slippers and then took my hand and led me from the room. We entered Aunt Mary's suite and Carolyn led me to the bed. The room was huge and had a huge four-poster bed against one wall. There were heavy velvet curtains, which could be drawn around the bed. At the foot of the bed there was an elaborate entertainment unit with TV, video and music players. Aunt Mary was not yet in the bedroom. Carolyn removed my slippers and gown and then helped me into the bed. I was in the middle of the huge bed. Carolyn went into the suite bathroom after passing me the TV guide and remote controls. She said she was to get changed herself and also help Aunt Mary. Carolyn asked, “How do you think your parents and family will react to you being dressed as a girl?” It was a very pleasant half-hour. Cathie helped me try on half a dozen different bras. Eventually, I/ we chose three. All were 42-C but as suggested each had an extender and to my surprise, Cathie had suggested that I buy breast-enhancers. And I did find the effect was very satisfactory.