Advanced Sissy Therapy-A Story

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.

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.

She reached across her desk to an intercom. “Come,” she said. It seemed to only take a second before the door opened, revealing the other Dr. Herzog – my therapist’s handsome husband. “Charles, do come in and help this poor girl out,” she said, indicating me.

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Advanced Therapy

Advanced Therapy

Change

“If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.” Buddha

Photo shot in a local park. Sony RX100. ISO 125. Aperture priority f/4. 1/800 sec. Daylight white balance.

March 11, 2016, 2:59 pm. Tripod(s) sitting on a table at home. Motorcycle waiting patiently nearby.

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Spring 2016

Spring 2016

Crossdressing With Aunt Christy-A True Story

Story by the pretty and witty Tonya St.Clair.

That first night wearing a nightie might have been my initial step into crossdressing, but it was what happened next that firmly put me on the path for good.

I went to Aunt Christy’s room to discover that all of her regular nighties were gone (in the laundry I assumed). Rather than revert back to wearing her basic cotton t-shirts I fished around in her lingerie drawer until I found what I now know was a poet’s shirt. It was white and totally sheer except for satin trim at the edges and pockets. I put it on and came downstairs only to meet with a raised eyebrow and stern look from my Aunt.

There was a long, silent pause. I think she was trying to scare me out of my choice when she said, “If you’re going to wear that one, then you must wear the underwear that goes with it.” She disappeared upstairs with a purposeful gate and came back just a few moments later with a pair of white satin panties in her hand. “Here!” she said, thrusting her hand out. “Put these on.”

She turned her back and I slipped out of my boy briefs and in to her panties. When she turned around she asked sternly, “So do you like those?”

She looked me up and down and I stood there sheepishly, head down looking at my toes. But then her voice softened a little. “Hmmm, it looks like you do,” noticing my excitement with a warming smile. After that, nothing more was said about my wardrobe choice…

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Crossdressing With Aunt Christy

Crossdressing With Aunt Christy

The Feminization Hypnosis Experiment

He stood there, a bleached blonde cascade of hair surrounding his prettily made up and very feminine face. The hair curled casually over a tiny pink and white crop top that barely contained an enormous pair of breasts heaving with his nervous, quick breaths.

A few tendrils of blonde reached as far as the tight and very short denim skirt he was wearing. Below it, smoothly hairless legs ended in pink heeled shoes.

Mike’s hands fluttered in embarrassment – hands that Laura couldn’t help notice had long pink nails. He looked panic stricken and confused, trying to hide himself and at the same time show her the dramatic transformation.

He even had a large pair of hoop earrings swinging from his ears.

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The Feminization Hypnosis Experiment

The Feminization Hypnosis Experiment

Feminization Hypnosis Gone Wrong

John woke up with a slight headache as he usually did after Nina had been trying her hypnosis on him. It never seemed to do much (she said she was building up her skills), but she seemed to enjoy doing it, and it had been a good way to diffuse the argument they’d had. He frowned at the thought of her being so pissed off with him. Usually she’d find some way to get her own back – he just hoped she wouldn’t do anything too embarrassing.

He slipped out of bed and started to run the bath, putting in some scented oils. For some reason he seemed to have woken ridiculously early for work, so it seemed a nice idea to take his time getting ready. Nina would be there when he got to the office and she’d appreciate him smelling clean. As the bath ran, he stood in front of the mirror and idly plucked his eyebrows until they were thin, high arches….

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Feminization Hypnosis Gone Wrong

Feminization Hypnosis Gone Wrong

The Homeless Crossdresser

What better time than now to think about those less fortunate than yourself? This post was originally published August 2, 2009.

The majority of crossdressers that I’ve met have thrown out some or all of their prized collection at least once. Whether its a matter of being afraid to keep it around the house, or deciding that enough is enough and wanting to start a new life, its a waste of money and usually some really pretty stuff! The thought of throwing out expensive lingerie and pairs of gorgeous high heels gives me chills, but I do understand.

The price of a few pairs of panties, or even a closet full of dresses is meaningless compared to the anxiety and stress it may cause. I just have a couple of suggestions that might help.

Consider a mini storage unit as an alternative to just tossing all your pretty clothes away. For $50-$60 a month you can find a small one that is roomy enough to stash all your things with plenty of space left over to store bulky items from your apartment, house, or garage. You’ll have complete privacy with your own lock and in most cases 24 hour access with a code. I’ve even seen new ones lately offering the first month free.

Now lets say you decide you’re finished for good. You are never going to wear women’s clothes again. That’s it-end of story. OK, that’s fine, but please don’t just throw everything out in a flurry of enthusiasm. Why not consider giving it to someone who can really use it.

Who you say? Why the homeless of course!

Studies show there are literally millions of homeless crossdressers throughout the country who can barely afford to stay drunk, much less buy beautiful lingerie.

Just imagine the happiness you could bring to one of these people by giving them a very slightly used Victoria’s Secret bra and panty set. Their big red nose would light up like Rudolph, and their whole attitude toward life and society may even change. I feel all warm and fuzzy just thinking about it!

Do the right thing-give generously.

The Homeless Crossdresser

The Homeless Crossdresser