Dude, Dude, dude looks like a baby…

Lets face it, these days everyone feels a little overwhelmed at times. Wouldn’t it be nice to be a kid again, if only for a little while? No bills, or job, or mortgage payments, just wake up and have fun. Those were the days, only you didn’t realize it at the time.

Interestingly enough, some of you like to take this whole “nice to be a kid again” thing to a whole other level. And to make it even more fun, you fantasize about being a little girl. I just love this!

I remember all the great times of being a Mother like warm bubble baths with Mr. Bubble, trips to the park, taking naps together, watching cartoons, and so many other things that I’ll remember forever. Of course I try very hard to forget the long nights listening to the baby crying, becoming terrified when he got sick, mealtimes which ended up with a hour of cleanup, and spitup all over my clothes. But such is life.

Now, for those of you that have Adult baby fantasies, have you ever wondered why this is so exciting and fun for you? Have you? If you haven’t quite figured it all out yet, the personal dynamics, motivation, and psychological implications I have a suggestion: ITS FUN!

Sure its fun to dress up as a girl, but to dress up as a baby girl you have to really let go. Let go of all your cares and worries which really don’t matter anyway. Let go of your ego, the part of you that struggles to put on a tough face for the world but is actually frightened of what other people think. Let go of being an adult for a little while. Let go and be a good little girl, or not.

That’s the best part of it, you can be a good little girl and have your hair braided or help make cookies, or you can be a bad little girl and have your panties pulled down and your cute little bottom spanked. Not only that, but since you’re not really a little girl, there are so many other fun things we can do if you’re bad.

So you like to dress up in baby pink bubble sissy panties, and be punished for being a bad girl, so what. At least I know you wont make a huge mess in the kitchen (without cleaning it up for me).

Bubble Sissy Panties come in 10 colors, all kinds of sizes, and a choice of wide crotch or high waist.

As a final note on being an adult I’d like to say this: Baby, baby, stick your head in gravy.

I rest my case.

Bubble Sissy Panties from http://www.feminizeme.com

My Sissy Store is now open for business!

I’ve finally convinced The Fantasy Store to let me have my own site.

You may have been there before and thought; “Oooo, I wish I was brave enough to buy some of those beautiful things they sell, but I’m afraid.”

Am I right? Well listen. As Neil Peart wrote in Dreamline-We are only immortal for a limited time. One day you’ll realize what that means and it will be too late.

You work all day as a lumberjack and that’s OK. You sleep all night and you work all day. But what about after all that skipping and jumping? Do you actually put on women’s clothing, and hang around in bars? No? OK, but you certainly want to have some of those ultra feminine sissy outfits in your closet, and a drawer full of sissy panties, bras, slips and petticoats.

If I was a sissy I would do whatever I had to do to make my dream come true. Its kind of like getting my motorcycle last year.

One day I decided that a motorcycle is what I wanted and nothing would stop me. Would I make a fool of myself in front of all the guys at the safety course? Would I be able to handle a 350 pound bike? Would I crash into a large snow bank the first day I took it out? (Actually I did but the snow was very forgiving).

The point is, I was afraid of a lot of things but I did it anyway, and this has been the best year of my life. Just think about what you really want, and what really makes you happy. For some people that might be a cigarette boat, but between the gas they use and getting out of the marina at low tide its a joke. For you it might be a set of Cosette red satin panties with black lace, a matching bra, garter belt and stockings.

You only live once, you might as well be strapped in silk!

Just remember the name: Feminize Me

Lets talk breasts…

You have the cutest collection of panties right? You put them on and you feel fantastic, and you look fantastic too even if you don’t shave your legs.

Then, you lay out the rest of your outfit. Stockings, a garter belt, a blouse and skirt or a pretty sundress, and comfortable but very sexy shoes. The wig and makeup are just accessories, you are going to rock as the girl you’ve always wanted to be.

So you blow yourself a big kiss and look in the full length mirror. Perfect, almost. Where are your breasts? You need breasts!

Maybe you filled your bra with balloons (lame), or rolled up socks (a bit better) or even have a pair of decent breast forms. But do they look realistic enough? Are the boys going to make passes at you even if you wear glasses? Maybe, maybe not.

Have you ever seen the breast forms from MyRealBreast? I’ve been talking to them, and what first looked to me like just another pair of titties may be the best investment you ever make. These babies are the world’s most realistic breast forms made.

Yes, they are more expensive that some of the others out there but you get what you pay for. Now lets talk breasts.

My breasts are big and firm and fabulous! And do you know how much they cost? No, they’re not implants.

My parents both worked to afford me, and they had to buy a house for us. I ate huge quantities of baby food (I was told), then they had to buy me clothes, lots of them. Then a car, then another car, and college, and more clothes. So I guess my breasts cost them about $200,000. But I look amazing in a tight T-shirt.

And a bikini. Can you put on your teeny weenie bikini and walk down the beach, causing girlfriends to slap their boyfriends for staring and single guys to cover themselves with a towel? I can and its a blast.

Do you have every guy you meet trying not to stare at your chest while staring at you chest? Well you can now.

They come in several different sizes and skin tones, which will come in handy when you wear low cut dresses and go dancing.

Just take a quick look.

A friend on Twitter told me that a Givi Monolock Topcase for my motorcycle would change my life, but I think she was just trying to make a point. Do you think a pair of beautiful 40 double D breasts would change your life?

As you strut around in your 4 inch heels and form fitting mini dress, take a look at all the guys watching you.  That’s the point I’m trying to make, and tell them to keep that point in their pants!

MyRealBreast.com

How to drop a hint about your forced feminization fantasy

You’d love to tell your partner about your forced feminization fantasies, but are just not sure how to do it. “If only she knew,” you think to yourself. “If only she would dress me up in pretty panties, do my makeup and nails, take me lingerie shopping, and parade me around in front of her girlfriends.”

Remember, many women don’t want to take the time to do this, and to be honest most are completely freaked out by the whole thing. So how to drop a hint?

I was reading the newspaper this morning and saw what just might be the answer. In itself its just a tape dispenser, but it has the potential to be your ticket to ride! (Or get ridden)

This particular tape dispenser is shaped like a high heel shoe. I’ve seen it in bright red and black, and its selling at OfficeMax for $11.99.

A tape dispenser shaped like a high heel? Yes, but this is where you put on your thinking cap.

You pick up one of these beauties on your way home from work and put it on your desk near your computer. Don’t say anything, just let her notice it herself. If necessary call her in to look at a travel site and let her find it on her own.

“Whats that honey, a high heel tape dispenser? Isn’t that cute” she says while rubbing your neck in anticipation of a vacation in France.

Now the seed is planted. “I never knew he liked high heels, cool!” she thinks to herself while making your favorite dinner.

The next step is to add other items to your new desktop collection like a hairstyle magazine. (You found it in a shopping cart in the supermarket parking lot, maybe she would enjoy it)

One of those free lingerie catalogs you ordered. (Something special for her)

A perfume sample. (Another gift-you’re so thoughtful)

And later on a gift wrapped box from Fredericks of Hollywood containing an Ultimate Satin Corset, in your size. (Oops!)

See how things go and be patient. At some point she may just put it all together and ask you about your sudden (sudden?) interest in feminine clothing, shoes, hairstyles and perfume. If she asks you if you ever thought about dressing up as a girl, think before you answer.

You don’t want to scream out: “YES-OH GOD YES! I THINK ABOUT IT EVERY 5 MINUTES!”

You might say something like: “Oh I don’t know, that’s really kind of kinky isn’t it? But if you think it would be fun I’m willing to try it, just because I love you.”

If she still doesn’t get the hint you may have to make it somewhat more obvious. Go to a Forced Feminization website, maybe Strapped In Silk, and find your favorite story or picture. Leave it on the screen and ask her if she can help you fix your new tape dispenser, its suddenly jammed.

If she still doesn’t get it, politely excuse yourself, put on the corset and perfume, and sashay around the living room singing I Feel Pretty. Some people really need the full picture.

The problem with Penelope

Penelope writes: Dear Miss Teresa; I’d like a personalized audio about me being completely feminized and used as your full time sissy maid. Make it about 45 minutes. Thanks.

Now whats wrong with this request? Any ideas?

I cannot write a complete story based on a handful of ideas. A 45 minute story is approximately 5,500 words. It takes a tremendous amount of time to write, and even if I did my story may not match the one in her head.

I’m not making a sandwich here!

We’re talking about a fantasy that you have developed over years if not decades, and have masturbated to thousands of times if not tens of thousands of times!

I don’t charge anything for working on a story with you but you have to tell me exactly what you want, what really turns you on, and what the most exciting part is for you (I already know why).

I worked on one where all the guys had to be large, muscular, black men and they had to be wearing tight, spandex bathing suits. And only in certain colors because it was summer and he was on vacation with his wife. Completely understandable.

Another time we were working on our 8th story, and he was stuck at a point where he is out on the back porch in his underwear, while his fate for rummaging through his neighbors lingerie was being decided. I suggested he be chained to the railing while a parade of cheerleaders took a little detour. He didn’t like that and we came up with a better ending for him.

Your story can be from your favorite fiction site and read as a narrative, or a special fantasy written by you and read from my point of view, as if its actually happening.

You can be captured by cheerleaders, drugged and transformed into a beautiful, large breasted women, caught and blackmailed into going to the beauty salon for a complete makeover, or completely feminized and used as my full time sissy maid. Whatever makes you happy.

You can even write it out like a play with notes and directions. In fact that’s really the easiest way for me.

Things like (PAUSE) after you are corseted and gagged, or (ANGRY VOICE) when I walk in and see you stroking yourself in my new Victoria’s Secret panties. Notes such as (You press so hard on the lipstick that it breaks, you get mad and make me swallow it) are very, very helpful.

I have also done more than one voice and played 2 parts such as your wife who discovers your forced feminization fetish in your browser history, as well as the Mistress she sends you to as an alternative to a divorce.

I take a lot of pride in my work and want you to be happy with the result.

Lets say I simply jot out a 45 minute fantasy and you end up as an Asian women working in a dry cleaners. Yes, you might just like that. But then again you may listen, jerk off and go skeet shooting. Thinking the whole time that you would have much rather been transformed into an ultra feminine sissy maid, doing my shopping and pleasing my friends in any way we desire. You will wear only the pretty things I pick out for you, and go to the salon with me weekly. I will change your name and share you with my neighbors when ever I want.

And when you need to be put over my knee and spanked, you will thank me and you will love it.

Skeet shooting eh?