Who will be the millionth sissy to listen to my podcast? (999,000 plays as of today). I picture him as a very average, very normal man with a tiny fetish towards forced feminization. A man’s man, probably a big, tough guy with amazing abs and muscles that can only be formed from working out in the gym every single day. Or not.
Well hello there, it’s so nice to finally meet you in person. Come in, come in.
I feel like I know you from all your e-mails, the pictures you sent me, and the conversations we’ve been having. It seems like I know almost everything about you.
But most important, I know how much you like to dress up as a girl. And today, your dream is finally going to come true.
Are you excited, nervous, a little scared? All of them? Oh come on now, there’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just you and me today and we’re going to have a ball together…
I wrote this as a play for a reason. A very wise man once said: “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.”
Your crossdressing and sissy fantasies are exactly like a play, and you play the girl. So without further ado, on with the story.
Teresa: Well, well, well, look what we have here.
Susan: Oh-My-God. He’s wearing your panties and babydoll Teresa! And look-he went through all of your things. He must have tried on everything in your dresser! And there’s lingerie all over the place! Let’s call the Police.
Teresa: Just a minute Susan, I think we should interrogate the suspect, isn’t that what they do on those cop shows?
Susan: Screw that! We caught a panty thief and he has to go to jail. And we have to tell your neighbors. We have to tell everyone so this doesn’t happen again.
Teresa: But this panty thief is one of my neighbors, he lives right next door.
Susan: Oh My God you know this guy?
Teresa: I sure do, in fact he used to do some chores for me, but things got weird.
Susan: What do you mean, weird?
Teresa: Well, I caught him watching me once from his bathroom window, it was really creepy. I think he was masturbating.
Susan: I’m calling the Police right now…
Seeing how confused I was, Dr. Herzog began to explain. “Michael, it was clear after just a few of our sessions that you are, and always have been, for lack of a better term, a sissy. I could tell by your mannerisms and, once I had you in a hypnotic state, I could dig deeper and find that my theory was valid. You have scores of repressed memories that have been gnawing at you for years. After consulting heavily with my husband, we decided that the best thing for you was to bring out your sissy side and allow her to flourish. Her name is Wendy. That was her own name, not one that we provided.”
The whole while Dr. Herzog was talking, I watched Wendy. She smoothed down her short skirt, crossed and uncrossed her legs self-consciously, and adjusted her brunette locks. I felt very bad for Dr. Herzog, knowing that she must be having some kind of breakdown, thinking that this other woman in the room wasn’t real.
Yet, every time Dr. Herzog said that name, “Wendy,” I felt an electric charge run down my spine.
“She’s been inside of you since you were ten. It’s not as though you have multiple personality disorder – my husband and I have seen this kind of thing before with other patients. You simply have denied yourself and your needs for so long that Wendy grew apart from you. We’ve brought her out of the dark, shown her the light, and now it’s time to reconcile.”
Some of you are complaining that one page or 1200 words is not long enough for a great sissy story. So let me give you a tip to make things easier.
Skip the beginning and get right into the action. Whether you’re caught in the closet by your sister or tied up by cheerleaders, resist the desire to describe everything that led up to the situation in minute detail.
Most sissies have limited patience unless tied up, so to make your story more exciting start in the middle. Remember, every reader will have one hand on their mouse and one hand in their panties.
Let me give you a graphic example. This guy seems to be in a bit of trouble. It doesn’t matter how and why he’s in this position, what’s important is what happens next. Ya feel me?
This contest is now over.
I know you guys are either thinking about going out this year, or fantasizing about it.
So I’m having another story contest with a grand prize of 16 Forced Feminization, Sissy Training and Feminization Hypnosis MP3 downloads. MP3s include:
The Mistress, Favorite Things, Practice Panties, The Costume Party, Bedtime Feminization, Bedtime Feminization II, Hypno Girl, Hypno Slut, Mistress Teresa’s Feminization Training, Dressing for Pleasure, Miss Teresa’s Beauty School, Making Marissa, The Goddess Within, An Afternoon with Miss Teresa, Screwed and Lingerie Shopping Made Easy.
The winning story should be fairly short and to the point, figure about 1200 words (your story can be slightly longer or shorter).
Deadline for this contest has been moved up to October 31st 2014.
Send it through the contact form on my website or directly to my email.
On my story contest page are past winners to give you ideas and inspiration, some with free MP3 downloads.
Trick or treat? Yes you can have both.
Note: The lovely Nina pictured below is smiling, possibly because he’s pretty and witty. Your story DOES NOT have to have a happy ending.
Oh, hi honey. You’re waking up, welcome to your new home. Oh, no sweetie, don’t try and move too much, you see, you’ve been restrained very firmly, and will not be getting out of this bed until I think you’re ready to be good.
Do you like your pink satin sheets-they’re slippery huh? Especially when you’re wearing a pink nightie and matching panties like you are.
Why are your legs, armpits and face so soft and smooth and hairless?
Why do you have long, red fingernails and painted toes? Well…we’ll get to that in good time sweetie.
And that bandage around your chest? We’ll get to that too….
The winning story this year is Trapped and Humiliated Sissy by Suzi. And it goes like this…
He couldn’t reply and his mind just spun with what she was going to do. Obviously she was going to drop him as a boyfriend, but what else? He’d never seen her like this and didn’t know what she would stoop to. Maybe it would be telling her girlfriends that she’d dropped him because he’d been caught in her panty drawer or worse, all of his friends. He could just imagine the humiliation of what was ahead of him when her voice cut through.
“So you like these three? Well, you’ve ruined them for me so pick your favorite and put them on. I want to see what you look like in girlie undies.”
She watched him uncomplainingly obey her. He pulled off his t-shirt, jeans, socks and boxers before pulling on the pinkest and frilliest of the three satin bikini bottoms.