His Aunt dressed him up as a girl

“It’s just I was trying on some clothes the other day and ….” My voice trailed off.

Then recognition hit her face.

“Oh! You’ve been playing dress up in those clothes I gave you, haven’t you?”

I felt my cheeks flush red with the heat of embarrassment and my eyes darted down toward the floor. “Yes, ma’am”

“Well then you should know what it’s like to have big boobs, right? I assume you’ve tried on that bra I gave you. Did you try stuffing it up?”

“Yeah, but I just can’t seem to get it right. Every time I do I end up with these things that just stick straight out.” And I made a hand gesture to illustrate my point. This made her chuckle.

“So you’re looking to a little realism, is it? I think I have an idea. Go up stairs, take your shower and then bring down that bra I gave you.”

I did as I was told and rushed upstairs to my room. I had to rummage around in my pile of clothes to be sure that I came back with the bra Aunt Christy had actually given me. I didn’t want to come down with one of her other bras in my hand and spoil the whole thing. I showered, put on some shorts and a t-shirt and returned to the dinning room.

Aunt Christy had straightened up both the breakfast table and her bathrobe.

“Take off your shirt boy,” she commanded as she took the bra from me. I did and she hand me hold out my arms so she could put it on. Then she fastened the hooks and adjusted the straps. “Now turn around.”


Erotica, Wet Dreams, and Assorted Paraphilias

Erotica, Wet Dreams, and Assorted Paraphilias

Sissy Confession

Teresa asked me to confess my hottest fantasy, the hottest fantasy of my dirty, sissy mind. I have several, of course, I have quite the active mind, some are kind of vanilla (relatively so, I mean, S/M is kind of vanilla, right?)

Strap on sex…that’s a hot fantasy…but the hottest?

Bride, French Maid. Hot, yes, but hottest?

Because I’m thinking not just “hottest” but naughty, even taboo.

And I’m not just thinking fantasy, but something that I’d toe the line about turning into reality…almost.

What is my hottest fantasy, then?

I want to submit to a man.

Read Saragirl’s Sissy Confession Here

Saragirl’s Sissy Confession

Saragirl’s Sissy Confession

The Mistress-a sissy story

So, you want to have a Mistress?

Not just any Mistress, but one who has a unique understanding of little boys who want to dress up and be a little sissy girl. A Mistress that knows how to give you just what you need.

What, you’re not a sissy? Then what are you, a lingerie whore or perhaps a slut?

I know all about you, your needs and exactly what excites you. How you love to dress in sexy, silky lingerie and tease your cock for an evening of pleasure.

You need a Mistress to guide you step by step, directing your dressing, teaching you how to apply your make up, and helping you learn to walk and talk like a beautiful woman.

You need a Mistress who controls what you think and feel. A Mistress who loves making you a sweet little sissy. Who will submit to anything I ask of you, as long as you’re allowed to wear your pretty, silky, satin and lace lingerie.

What a pleasure it must give you to surrender total control to me. I am your Mistress. I will control you and allow you pleasure if and only if you please me. Do you understand?


Good. It is time to become the pretty sissy you long to be. Go take a long, relaxing bubble bath and shave your face, legs, arms, and chest and yes your pelvic area. Your Mistress demands your cock be good and sensitive. As you bathe think about how wonderful you’ll feel in your pretty, soft lingerie. When you’re finished, towel dry and lotion yourself with a moisturizer, and lightly pamper your smooth skin with scented dusting powder so you feel alive and refreshed.

Have you decided if you’re a lingerie whore or a slut? Tell me. Either way, you will become my pretty sissy my entertainment, my play toy for me to transform into a beautiful woman. A very beautiful and horny woman. Tell me whore or slut? Did I hear you say you’re a slut? Then a slut you will be.

I see you’re becoming excited already. Hmmmm…I’ll bet you’d like Mistress to stroke your cock wouldn’t you? Maybe, Mistress will let you stroke your own cock for her and put on a show. Show your Mistress how much you need her direction and guidance as I turn you into a woman. Do exactly as I command, and only what I command for you to do you UNDERSTAND?

You will dress how I tell you to dress…in front of me. You will touch yourself when and how I tell you to touch yourself. You will cum with me and not before.

Does the thought of cumming with your Mistress turn you on? It’s a privilege which must be earned, and you must cum with me when I cum…not before and not after. I want my pretty lingerie slut to pay very close attention to me…your Mistress.

I want you to listen very closely to my voice, its tone, my breath, and my moans. I want your full attention…UNDERSTAND?

Now go to your special drawer and take out the following items and place them on the bed. As you lay out each item, run your fingers through the delicate fabric. Let the items slide slowly through your fingers and think about how wonderful they’ll feel against your skin. Think about how each piece of lingerie will make you look more and more feminine, like a real woman.

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The Mistress-a sissy story

The Mistress-a sissy story

Archie #636 Introduces Gender-swapped Reversedale!

There is one thing that can be said about the current regime at Archie Comics, they are definitely not afraid to throw ideas at the wall to see what sticks. The great thing is that even the most off the wall ideas like Archie/KISS are pretty consistently great. The next big idea comes in the form of Reversedale! That is to say, thanks to the help (read: meddling) of Sabrina’s cat Salem, Archie and pals are having their genders reversed!

ARCHIE #636 “The Great Switcheroo” – Growing up as a teenage boy can rough! But not more so than a teen girl, right? Upon overhearing the guys and gals of Riverdale grumbling over how the other half has it easier, Sabrina’s mischievous cat Salem turns the town upside down when he dishes out the ultimate genetic makeover! Chaos ensues as the teens discover it’s not as easy to walk in each other’s shoes (or heels!) as they originally thought, so it’s up to Sabrina to set things right! Will Salem’s spell wear off, thus giving the gang a new appreciation for who they are, or will the switch up become permanent? Find out in this off-the-wall issue guest-starring Sabrina the Teenage Witch!

The Great Switcheroo

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Queen for a day

Bob had been dressing up a lot more since being laid off from his job at the sardine factory. He still woke up each morning at 6, then remembered that he had no job and nowhere to go. His girlfriend Julie was out of town on business, and her closet full of beautiful dresses, blouses and skirts, her dresser filled with soft, silky lingerie, and her collection of high heels was irresistible to him.

He would get up and shower, then put on the TV and have coffee, promising himself that he would stay out of her clothes. But within an hour he was standing in front of the full length mirror, admiring himself in her fabulous, pink satin tulle baby doll, and matching panties.

Despite the anxiety, the worry about her discovering his secret, and the guilt he felt, there was no way he could stop. The layers of soft, cool, silk and satin on his skin, and the way he felt as he slipped on her nightgown was incredible. It was like a drug that he had to have.

Julie would be back in 6 more days, and he took advantage of this time to try on almost everything she owned. He convinced himself that their relationship was over anyway. She was tired of his lack of sexual interest in her, and his laziness. Since they would soon be breaking up, he figured he had nothing to lose by shaving his legs. While he was in the tub and had the razor out, he shaved the rest of his body as well. All except a small patch of his pubic hair that he carefully shaped into a heart.

In the back of his mind he thought he heard a little voice telling him that this was crazy, but as he dried off and wrapped himself in a towel singing “I Feel Pretty,” the little voice was drowned out.

As the days went by he tried on more and more of her things. Her shoes even fit him, and soon he was wearing her bra’s, panties, stockings, dresses, heels and even some jewelry. His long, straight hair only needed a little brushing out to look very feminine. The only things missing were nail polish, makeup, and perfume, and that was not worth the risk.

The most ironic part of all this was that Bob always fantasized about getting caught. As catastrophic as that would be in reality, it was the height of his fetish.

In his fantasy, Julie would come home and find him dressed to the nines, and instead of getting mad, she would decide that he needed to be shown what being a girl was really like. Full makeup, perfume, maybe curl his hair, and then…

Well, what happened next varied, but the most exciting part for him, was that when he was completely feminized by her, she would whisper into his ear; “You’re a girl now sweetheart, you’re a girl now.”

Of course it probably wouldn’t work out that way, but he dreamed about it so often it was almost as if it had already happened.

“You’re a girl now sweetheart, you’re a girl now,” and soon waves of pleasure shook through his body and he could no longer hold back. Lightly touching himself through his panties, he would have a tremendous orgasm, at times falling on the bed or the floor.


It wasn’t easy to keep Julie’s lingerie clean, but with practice he could usually time it just right. More than once though, he came too soon and into her soft panties.

He would then carefully undress and put the soiled panties in the laundry room with the others, to be washed and dried the day before she came home.

Since this was going to be his last day of dressing up, he decided to try on the only outfit of hers that he hadn’t worn. A gorgeous, light green, layered silk satin skirt, and a matching laced, silk satin top. Just looking at it laid out on the bed made his heart pound. He had to be careful with this because Julie was going to wear it that weekend, and it still had the tags on it. There would be no way to have it cleaned if something unexpected happened, but it was worth it, he decided.

He knew there was a matching bra and panty set put aside for the occasion, and soon he would be wearing it all, trying desperately not to touch himself and hear those words.

“You’re a girl now sweetheart, you’re a girl now.”

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