Dear Abby: Men can be terrible babies when they are sick. It is a COLD! He’s not dying. Also, I am not his mother!
I made him aware of my disdain for the way sick men behave a number of years ago, but he still acts like the world is ending when he has a cold. How do I tend to him without feeling resentful? – NOT HIS MOTHER
Dear Not His Mother: Even if you aren’t feeling sympathetic, try to appear as if you are and keep your sense of humor.
Note: If he insists on acting like a baby treat him like one. Be aware that some men like this and might never leave the house, so consider a part time nanny or ask his Aunt for help. Most Aunts have very creative ways of disciplining a naughty child, although sometimes they go a little too far.
They were trapped, held down and dressed up in completely outrageous outfits. Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, they were forced to parade up and down the street while everyone laughed at them and took pictures.
These poor guys were completely degraded and humiliated in front of their friends, family and complete strangers. Sure, some of them may have occasionally fantasized about such things, but to be forced to do it like that in public is unforgivable.
You can see the pain in their little faces, that look of helplessness, shame and submission that only comes after the spirit has been completely broken.
I am recording again and will be adding to my Podcast very soon. If you have suggestions or special requests leave a comment below.
Sissy stories will be considered but must be less than 1000 words. A good example is Saragirl’s Sissy Confession (see my story page or Podcast). Do not send me anything without discussing it first, there are only 24 little hours in a day.
Topics can include forced feminization, sissy humiliation, transvestite bondage, sissy maids, or all of the above. But absolutely no more cheerleader fantasies, too many torn ligaments.
I had been aware of his daily visits to my panty drawer for quite a while, and decided that it was time to teach him a lesson he would never forget. He had a room on the floor below me at college, and last term had somehow found a reason to have my key. When I started to notice that my panties were being moved around, it took a while to work out what was happening.
Who expects someone to go through their lingerie when they’re out? I certainly didn’t, but after a while it became clear that not only were my panties being disturbed, they were being worn. Worn by someone who was stretching the pretty lace and satin before putting them back, thinking I’d never notice.
Of course I noticed, I take care of my lingerie. And once I figured out my panties were turning someone else on, it didn’t take long to figure out when, and then who was responsible. Each day when I set out for classes, he would sneak into my room and spend a little time there. Each day he was last to his classes, and each day another pair of panties would show signs of being worn.