For Sticky Vicky

Vicky is sweet

Vicky is a treasure

She will send you her panties

Purley for your pleasure

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Vicky is sexy

Vicky really rocks

You can sniff her panties

You can sniff her socks

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Vicky is special

She’s one of the best

So put your trust in Vicky

For a total pantyfest

x x x

Happy place

As some of you know I have not had the best week, following on from my last post things have been really getting to me. I guess life is all about ups and downs and to be honest when you watch the news and see some of the horrible things that go on in the world, my problems are miniscule which makes me feel a little guilty for saying anything in the first place. Is there a shrink in the house!

What it boils down to is I often feel scared, of life and living. At heart I’m a timid sissy, though I don’t tend to let it show unless I’m dressed. But deep down that’s who I am, I can invent things to be scared of, things that could never happen. Where is that shrink?

But I have a happy place, in my mind. To be honest I have a few. But along with the fantasies of sissy school, or a big garden with a swing, or being a princess etc, I have this one place that kinda links my sissiness to panty sniffing. I have always imagined myself fully dressed, living the little girl life. I get scared, I run to the lady that is looking after me and I hide under her big skirt…….

*Waits for laughter, or running footsteps*

It must seem a little strange, but for me it combines so much. I think I may have mentioned it a couple of times but being close to a womens ’sex’ evokes many emotions, it’s not about having sex in the ‘me man, you woman, let me stick my thing in you’ but in the worship it way without coming across as a total nut job – SHRINK!

I have always had this thing about pleasuring a woman orally, but also of just being close to that intimate place. Then there’s the scent, that also evokes emotions, both exciting and comforting. Wow I’m getting deep. But anyway being under that skirt, close to a ladys ’sex’, is one of the safest, most comforting places I can think of….

Shrinks here at last, with two friends and a really funny looking jacket, don’t they know straps are so last year.

Surfing the net (Hawaii-Five-O theme tune kicks in now) I have seen a big increase in sissy sites catering for all kinds of sissies. It’s nice to see. Whilst being a sissy is not accepted yet in the public eye, especially little girl sissies, there is a more positive outlook. Things take time and maybe 20 years in the future it will be seen in a different light, I hope so.

What has also been refreshing is that in the vast fetish world, sissiness is being included more and more. I joined a fetish site and though it had a crossdressing section, there was nothing really for sissies. But all credit to them, they noted that a few sissies had joined and started a new sissy forum. The great thing about that is people from other fetish areas popped in to say hello and take a genuine interest. That’s really good, it’s just like meeting down the pub and saying ’so what do you for a living?’. Now it’s ’so a sissy eh, I’m more into the old whips and chains myself but hey frilly panties, tell me about them’.

But it’s how it get’s going and that’s a good thing. As I have always said, it means a lot to me when people outside of the sissy community take an interest and hopefully more and more sissies will be able to express who they really are inside

And finally……

I have a neat way to divert that awkward question that sometimes comes up. Imagine you are at work and one of the ladies or guys turns to you and says – “So have you ever crossed dressed?”

Now if you have a problem with lying, simply say – “Yes a few of times, when my jeans have no longer fitted me ha ha, I was very cross, even angry, don’t you just hate that?” The conversation will now be changed to either diets or your man boobs, but at least you will be guilt free.

*Takes a bow and waits for applause* …………………………. SHRINK!

You pick me up

I have to say you panty girls are the best cure for the sissy blues there is. Whenever I come home and I’m feeling all ‘oh why am I a sissy boo hoo’ and I see a new comment on my blog or a lovely email all my silly male ego just evaporates and I switch to auto sissy.

It’s great.

Work has been getting me down along with other things in my life lately and I have had bouts of ‘I’m a man, I’m tough…. grrrrr’, but today I came home from work, had dinner, watched a bit of the footy and switched on the computer. No hint of feeling sissy – nah, just being a ‘guy’ doing my thang, played some music, checked out the latest DVD’s – action ones of course, then checked my email.

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Emails to Sissy Daryl, comments on Sissy Daryl’s blog – mmmmmmmmmmm…… who the hell am I kidding. So now here I sit, ringlet wig, yellow top and frilly little skirt all sissy, happy and for now stress free.

It goes to show that no matter how good I can act at being a guy, how sometimes that feels like the right way to be, at heart I am a total sissy, who needs no second thought to don those frillies. A happless sissy, may be so. A real man, I guess not. Happy in skirts, you betcha!!!

For Lolly

The worm that said erm

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Now deep down in a hole

There lived a little worm

With tiny weeny glasses

And a purple perm

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And deep down in his hole

He loved to sing the blues

About being all alone

And not getting any dues

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But being mighty forgetful

It really made him squirm

He had no mouth to sing with 

Couldn’t even say….. erm 

Chat, chat chat

I have had a lovely day today, I’ve been dressed for most of it and have chatted with three lovely people. First had a little chat with my friend Star who has been wonderful to me since I told her I was a sissy, she said she will make me a little bracelet if I’m a good little girl so I’m really excited. It’s just a shame she lives so far away.

Spoke to Poppy and mummy today aswell which is always a thrill. I’m still not sure any of you know how much you all mean to me, how grateful I am you came into my life. Every conversation, every moment is so special to me and makes being a sissy that much more amazing.

Wanted to share this wonderful picture, it’s so sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet. A loving mother dresses her sissy son as the little girl he should have been. Awwwwwwwwwwwww.

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Got to put my thinking cap on, polish the old writing skills….. maybe get some writing skills first then polish them. Anyway before I go off on a tangent (is that like a car or a bus or a…… sorry) I’m going to enter mummys competition on firsts. Think I know what I will write, but theres been a few – first million I earnt, first time I stared in a blockbuster movie, first time I went into space, first time I learnt to fib so well.

Joking aside there are a lot of good firsts I have had, including first time I dressed up, first pair of panties I sniffed and the first time I looked deep inside myself and said ‘I am a sissy’. Nice thing is I know there are going to be lots of new firsts to come – can’t wait.

Frilly wittle me

When I’m feeling frilly

In all my lace and curls

I know it’s kinda silly

But I’m just one of the girls

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And when I’m feeling silly

And skipping all around

I feel like a little, lily

And that makes me rather proud

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So when I’m feeling frilly

I really love to touch

My tiny little …………….. erm

I think I’ve said too much

Ballet

When I was growing up my late sister went to ballet classes once a week, I was so jealous, but never showed it. It was the ultimate little girl thing to do and I loved the tutus. I remember going to one of the shows they put on, I was about 10. I wished that they needed someone to play a non dancing role and I was the only one they could find, so they dressed me as a princess or a queen and I was then part of the ballet.

If I had been more sissy growing up, I may well have gone to ballet myself, who knows what my life may be like now. But I do look back sometimes and imagine myself lining up with the other girls and even though I am a boy, I am part of the girls world, I am one of them. As the weeks go by I am treated like them, they can see I am a sissy boy and soon we are playing together like normal girls and I am so happy.

Nice dream, maybe in another life……  

Comments

Some of you are aware that I have been having real problems leaving comments both on my blog and others. A couple of comments I left on mummys blog have now appeared but I know many end up in peoples spam. I never used to have this problem and it’s getting really annoying as I love to respond to comments on here and leave comments on other peoples blogs.

I’m reluctant to contact WordPress as I dont want them snooping, so if anyone has any ideas how to help please do let me know.

I just wanted to assure everyone that I appreciate the comments you leave here and if I could I would comment on your blogs too. Hopefully soon I will be able to.

Sissy, soppy and sentimental

I don’t think I have been so close to floods of tears as I have been the last few days. I’ve never been ashamed about crying in public and have done so on many occasions, but this time I couldn’t think of a reason I could give as to why I would be crying so I have tried to hold back.

I cannot begin to tell you all how moved I have been from the comments you have made about my last blog,  everyone, even people I have never chatted to, have been so warm and kind. Since I met Miss Helga, my mind has been a whirlwind, you would not believe the emotions I am going through. To top it all I think I am developing real feelings for a woman at work and that has really messed me up, but that’s another story.

When I read mummys blog and saw a post about me, I did a double take. The tears were there ready to escape. Then later I saw the comments, more tears. Now I have seen I am mentioned on other peoples blogs and it’s tears galore.

I don’t know if this sissy party will happen, I’m sure something will, but I don’t know if other sissies will come and I could understand why. But who knows, even if it’s just me skipping around the garden, eating cake, playing games I will be happy – more than happy.

I asked myself, after my visit, now I had sat with someone dressed whether that was enough for me, maybe I would now be contented to dress alone and be a little girl in my own space. Maybe it is, but I’m drawn to explore and I think once I let loose the shackles that bind me I will want to experience more without fear.

I’m by nature sceptical, yet almost in the same breath naively trusting. But I have been truly touched by everyone in their genuine comments. So thankyou all x x x

 

I wanted to share what mummy had done for me. Thankyou mummy x x x

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PS

Is it me or does the word sentimental look like it should mean something else? I mean it has the word mental in it!!

A new chapter

Oh my where to begin! Well I met a wonderful lady on an alternative lifestyle site and after a few messages back and forth she asked if I would like to come round for a drink and a chat. Her name is Miss Helga and she lives about 20 mins away, she is into the BDSM lifestyle of which I am not but she said that didn’t matter and we could just chat and I could dress up.

Well dear friends, I went!! I was so nervous, but she was very kind to me, she even did my makeup. Soon we were sitting in her lounge with me as a little girl, with me as me!! I was still nervous but not as bad and I felt so good. There was nothing at all sexual about the situation (she has a boyfriend who lives away) I was just so happy to be dressed with someone who didn’t think I was strange. Infact she looked at me as if being dressed was how I should be, she sees me as a sissy, she sees that that is who I am so being dressed as a little girl is a natural thing to do.

We watched Charmed on the telly, chatted, she said I was very girlie and sissy which made me blush. She even made me ice-cream!! As she put it, all little girls love ice-cream!! 

Now for the really exciting news, Miss Helga said she would throw a sissy birthday party for me. For me!! Talk about sissy emotional overload. It’s what me and mummy have been working towards. So many questions went through my mind. Will the neighbours see? – no. Can sissies wear nappies? - yes.

Miss Helga said she had done real little girl parties before so a sissy party would be no problem and even more fun. So I am looking for local sissies now who want to come. I think I can invite 3 so I hope I find some – hint hint if anyone is watching contact me. The party will be on Saturday 1st Sept sometime in the afternoon I think. It will be in the Essex area of England (sorry US sissies!).

I am sooooooo excited. Of course I will keep you all informed.