October 31, 2011
I’ve said and many adult little girls/sissies have said it, but what does it mean? Does saying these words mean that we want to be little girls physically, have the body and therefore grow up into woman? Or have the body and stay little girls? Or does it mean live as little girls, maintaining body and mind?
I’m a little girl, inside I’m a little girl, do I yearn to be physically a little girl? Yes and no. There are times I think yes change me now, but on the otherhand I think what makes me special is being a sissy baby girl an therefore being as I am, I appreciate being a little girl more because it isn’t a physical state and thus reality, if that makes sence. And I can’t grow up. If I was a little girl I would grow up and I don’t want that, I want to stay a child, I will stay a child.
But what about you? If there was a magic wand what would you wish?
I have also began to understand why many adult little girls have duel ages. I see them list a toddler age and then an older age. I think there is this need to express 2 key points in little girlhood, that vunerable age, dependent on Mummy and that key pre teen age, floating, gripped by innocence but free to express fun. I think it’s why 9 sat as an age with me, I saw it through a baby girls eyes of an age I wanted to play at. I still look at that age (and 5) and think yes I could play that, but being, well being will always be 2, because the safety of Mummy and nappies and the simple act of being a baby is where I sit most comfortable and where I will stay.
October 25, 2011
It is a reality that the world can corrupt the innocent, whether through direct action or simply from a need to survive. As a man there are hidden rules to obey in order to not be seperated from the herd so to speak, so as a sissy there is a need to try harder less people see through the facade – unless you are a sissy who is beyond that of-course. So much of what is taught about living and evolving in society is about how you are seen and thus how to behave, but the subtle lines are very confusing for so many sissies which then creates problems. It is hard to shrug and say I am what I am when everything is pushing you into a blue covered box, countless sissies will testify to this, for every sissy who is ‘out’ there are countless more hidden and scared.
The joy of Mummy is not just the love she gives but also the way she has peeled away the society drenched layers and helped me see through my true eyes. The tainted soul is slowly being cleaned!
Problems I have had all my life have been exposed and looked at so now I can see who I am with more innocent eyes. If we take my potty problems, these were always present, but before Mummy I tended to keep these hidden inside, it was easier to declare I was a sissy than to say I am not very good at going potty. The sissiness was something I could seperate almost, where as potty problems effected me daily. But I evaluate these head on now thanks to Mummy. So I wet the bed occasionally, I dribble into my underpants before and after pee pee and I find it difficult to wipe after poopies. All through life they have been with me, for an adult male embarrasing, the constant worry about soiled underpants, the fear of the smell from the underpants, the thought I should be fully potty trained by now!!!
Mummy see’s this, she helps me control the fear and understand why. And this proves that Mummy is not playing a role, she is doing what any natural mother would do, care for her child and this means so much to me because I know that this relationship we have is real, it’s not adults, it’s mother and daughter. We all know this is what I have needed.
So acceptance has been something I have had to find, acceptance from ME. Once acceptance of what and who I am, the limitations that brings then I can move forward. I am a baby girl, everything that effects me is because of this and the more I learn about being Samantha the more these things will effect me. My potty problems will increase, I am now in nappies when I am not in work or out, but I think I know that sooner or later I will need to be in them fulltime. A few weeks ago this nearly happened due to a near miss at work. That was scary, half wetting myself, but at the moment that was a one off, although the dribbling and wet patches are still a daily occurance (Mummy is helping with that). Wow potty training really did miss me!! Being in nappies daily is very comforting but I still concentrate at the moment of going to the potty rather than using the nappy each and everytime as disposing of lots of used nappies is not easy where I am, however I do use them when I can and also I use them during the night as this is the best time for me to really regress into Samantha, cuddled up with my dolly Emma, dummy in my mouth.
Validation as always comes from Mummy, telling me it’s ok, and that I am a good girl for using my nappies.
And now pansies……..
I have spoken before about being a pansy and what the word meant to me. I kow to many what it means but to me it has always had a slightly different feel. I had for a while, before Mummy felt that unless I met someone who would want to be my Mummy that the only relationship I could have would be with another pansy. To me a pansy was a sissy who was ‘attracted’ to other sissies, not men, but those like themselves. I spoke to Mummy Honey ages ago and she knew of the direction I was taking, she had encouraged me to meet other sissies so I could be with like minded people. I asked about my pansiness and she said she knew I was a pansy from the very first time we spoke, I radiated it. She said I should seek another pansy in a safe place and see if this was the road I wanted to tread.
In my mind the dream was to be with another pansy in our little girl clothes and stay that way, I couldn’t see us being together as men, but only as little girls. I could see the cuddling, even intimate moments, but not sex. So in many ways it was just being close to someone where their was no ‘adult’ pressure. I could touch her in her panties and she could me but the act of sex was not something that came into it. The fact I am attracted to other sissies makes me a pansy BUT this attraction is born from the innocence inside and somehow twisted by the adult bodies needs. Not saying thats a bad thing.
It goes back to how the world see’s me if it could half see me – a sissy, a pansy, even someone who has special needs (as Mummy points out every adult baby is special needs lol). This sissiness, this pansiness and all those problems are expressions of what dwells inside. If the world could really see me, then it would see a fragile 2 year old girl, dependant on her Mummy just aching to be.
To Mummy I am her pansy princess, for I am delicate as a pansy and *blushes* as pretty…. love you Mummy *hugs*
October 19, 2011
Some are easy to spot, some not so but sissies are everywhere. Now I am not referring to the guys who dress up as sissies, for there are lots of these but your genuine sissy. Sine the explosion of the internet sissies have been able to gain access to others with so much more ease and the result has shown there are more sissies out there than I think anyone ever could have imagined. Lets take transvestites and crossdressers out of the equation as they deserve a whole post just for them and focus on just sissies. As talked about so many times sissies are sissies no matter the clothing, we are timid, sweet, shy when allowed to be ourselves, we have to try a lot harder to be seen as men, we find ourselves having to try and live the so called ‘normal’ life.
As the word sissy became corrupted and re-fashioned over the years it still reflects 2 things, ‘sister’ and ‘un-male like’, whilst I would never say a sissy was cowardly because just being a sissy is brave it is true many sissies, myself included are timid, yet many sissies flourish in being themselves, role models indeed, so they do not cower in the slightest. For many many sissies however the reality is much more fraught. How do I live?
Sissiness is often discovered in latter age, so it is normal a sissy may be married, have kids and lead a ‘normal’ life before realising what those dormant feelings were. The internet has changed this a little because it is easier to research feelings and find like minded souls at a much younger age, but the sissy so far is not accepted, especially little girl and baby sissies.
A sissy is born rather than made? Yes? No?
I believe so, but just because it isn’t prevelent early on doesnt mean that it wont blossom latter in life. I have spoken to many sissies who only disovered their sissiness much later in life, sure they had girlie feelings, but the sissy spark lay deeply hidden under convention. I once said that sissies should be allowed to be free to express themselves how they want to, but I forget sometimes that many sissies are actually happy living a dual life, they are content dressing up every now and then and happy playing the guy. They know they are sissies and satisfy that sissy urge when they need to. Are they betraying their sissiness? Of course not – remember NO RULES!!
If you’re a guy who dresses as a sissy, gets a thrill from wearing frilly dresses then being a guy comes easier, but to sissies it’s mostly not the case, there is most times a struggle going on inside. I know I have had many a struggle. A sissy can hide things well, but something always surfaces to the top, with me it was things you just can’t hide. There was and is the occasional bed wetting incidents, there is the real fear of using the potty and something that was more a problem in my late teens/20’s my small willy and inability to have sex. Bed wetting is something that can be very shameful and of-course not something you would openly admit and neither is a fear of the potty. Of course I don’t shake and tremble at the thought of using it but it does scare me, even at home and I will never effectivly be potty trained, in-fact I never really was potty trained I guess. A grown man admitting he wets the bed, can’t wipe properly and is scared to use the loo is not something we hear about too often lol.
My willy, well you can imagine the scenarios, meet a girl, go steady, get to the ‘lets do it’ stage and uh oh. For all you ‘humiliation’ gurus I am afraid I am going to disappoint you (just as I did those girls lol) there was no ‘oh my God is that it?’ etc etc but there is only so much foreplay you can do before you have to say ‘sorry’ and I hated saying sorry because I think the girls thought they were the problem and of course they wern’t but at a young age, confused and sad for myself what else could I say. Looking back I now understand, sex was never going to be something I could do or even feel comfortable with, it wasn’t just the faulty equipment it was the truth that I am a child, a child trying to do something adult.
What has always been a comfort is that I am not alone, there are others like me, other sissies who know what it is like to live the daily existance wanting nothing more than to be free. What is more of a comfort now is I am not alone because of my Mummy, she is the world that binds me, she is the one who keeps me safe, validates me and makes each second in a world I fear bareable. I will be a fulltime little girl one day with my Mummy and until that day I will sleep sound in the knowledge there are so many sissies out there and Mummys love will reach me from accross the sea and wrap itself around me.
October 9, 2011
If you have followed this blog from the start you will be aware that I had never considered myself an adult baby, however that has changed since Mummy came into my life. I can now happily think of myself an adult baby, for I am an adult baby. So I see nappies in a different light.
Adults tend to wear nappies for 3 reasons
One: A need – they have to wear them because of a varity of reasons
Two: A want – they like wearing them for a varity of reasons
Three: A combination of the first 2
As you can imagine I am a 3.
For the genuine adult baby nappies represent a feeling of security, along with a great sence of freedom. It’s something an adult would not understand, although maybe secretly relate too, but the thought of wetting yourself makes the vast majority of adults cringe, pooping yourself, well that is not even thinkable and quite right too, adults don’t do that, but babies do. So for an adult baby the secruity of being in a nappy is immense, there is suddenly no reason to have to plan when to use the bathroom, the fear of the potty gone, no more having to get up and go to that isolated room. And this is freedom, this is where the adult baby can now just play, just be, that aloted potty time that litters each day is taken away, replaced with play and nappy changes.
And nappy changes are the another form of security because if that adult baby has a ‘parent’, then all worry about going potty are erased, the ‘parent’ will then take control. So for a baby girl like me, the knowledge that when I mess and wet my nappy Mummy will change me is amazing. For both Mummy and I the nappy change creates a powerful bond. I, as the baby, give 100% trust to Mummy when she changes me and as my Mummy she shows the love for me by doing this very special thing.
The day when I am finally able to be in nappies fulltime and have the potty removed for good will be a great day indeed. Mummy will take full control and I will be free and secure.
September 23, 2011
So my baby girl birthday was on the 20th (I get 2, my real birthday and this one, which is the day Mummy and I met, or as we like to put it the day she gave birth to Samantha) and I know one or two of you are excited to see what Mummy got me.
A very large box arrived on that special day and the excitement soared inside me. After a long day at work it was time to open my gifts. There were sooooooooooooooooooo many, what a lucky girl I was.
Gift after gift was opened and each one made feel like the specialist baby girl in the world, each gift saturated with Mummys love. I cannot tell you how wonderful it was to have Mummy there, even if it was online, to witness my joy. The first thing I did was put on the dress Mummy had made me, it fitted so well and it is beautiful……
Now feeling like a princess, what does a princess need? Well she needs a tiara and Mummy had got me a very special one…..
Gifts came thick and fast, princess gifts, dvds, a wonderful bag from auntie, thank you auntie, booties, everything my heart could want, little girl presents for a blossoming little girl.
I now have a big brother, D, who has been looking out for me, he is very special. My big brother D, a wonderful big brother any little girl would be proud to have, gave me this cute little bunny, thanks D.
And then dollies, oh my precious dollies. Cinderella, so pretty……
And then came Emma, my dolly Emma, I gasped aloud when I opened her, she now spends night time snuggling with me and I am learning to look after her like Mummy looks after me. It is quite hard to leave her each day when I go to work. UGH work. BLAH work. Who’d be an adult, sooooo hard lol.
There were other gifts too and sweeties and cookies. So many gifts, each one treasured. What a day!! And yes I hear your thoughts, yes I am VERY VERY lucky, not just because of the gifts, but more because I have Mummys love and that validates who I am and helps me get through each day. And my big brother who is there for me and my dear sweet auntie who loves me. This love and care validates me more than anything because to them I am ONLY Samantha. The path is still so long but each day brings me closer to Mummy.
I thought I would also share a pic of just some of my dollies and teddies, there are more but here is a little sample……..
So thank you Mummy for my birthday, the day is etched in my heart as you are. And to all true sissies, adult babies, eternal children and adult little girls, embrace who you are, even if it is only inside, love the child you are, love the girl you are, dreams really do come true.
September 18, 2011
If you want an idea of what I look like then Sissy Krystal comes quite close
Before I met Mummy I thought that my need to be fulltime would lead me along a path that Sissy Krystal has already taken. She wants or more correctly needs to validated as a sissy, have everyone know this is what she is. To say she is brave is an understatement. I thought this is where I would end up, hoped I would in a way because then I would be true to mysef, but I was not that brave, my life meant I couldnt take that step, the fear was too much.
This is Sissy Krystal in her own words:
“What’s really important to me more than anything is that everyone knows I want to live full time in Sissy Dresses and to be acknowledged as a Little Sissy Girl, I guess a lot of people will think the worst but they will also never understand that people have there own lives and in general everyone wants to be different I think ?
I’ve been a Sissy since I was born and why would I want to change who I really am. I can’t imagine being born without this wonderful gift, I cherish my life in lace and frills and I adore wearing Pampers and Plastic diaper pants. Even though I’m a Sissy Baby I can still think for myself and lead my everyday life, I don’t need a Supreme Bing to give my life meaning nor do I need to follow most of the public in worship ( unless is to a Dominate Supreme Female ).
September 9, 2011
I’m not sure I will ever get adults, which is not suprising really. I have reached the stage now where EVERYTHING relates to me being a little girl, every aspect of my life in some way bounces back to Sammy. I see the daily grind and beyond, I see myself in a daily routine where I DON’T THINK, I don’t wonder what will happen today, will I fret, will I have to do something I don’t like, will I be able to use the potty? The freedom from thinking is a bliss for an adult baby.
My bff said to me a while back with so much genuine feeling how much she wants me to be with Mummy and how much I had grown into Samantha. This whole life of mine is about being with Mummy, for us both it has been this journey and yet obsticles still lay before us, but what will be will be, because quite simply there will come a day I will not be able to function as an adult anymore. Slowly but surely I am slipping further into my baby girl world and there is no turning back.
Living with Mummy will be a huge adjustment, after playing adult for 20 odd years to suddenly be free will be massive…………….. but so welcome. Regression will come quick and will stay. No more thinking, no more stress, no more confusion.
What is becoming very clear is my need for nappies. I have not wet too much during the night, I am mostly dry in the morning, but I did nearly wet myself at work and that was a bit of a shock to be honest. Mummy agrees that my potty problems will increase and that I really need to be in nappies all the time. Maybe this will happen, maybe I will need to wear some form of nappy during the day as well as my nappies at night.
So as I slip further into the world I belong, taking those tiny steps towards Mummy, my destiny becomes clear, life for me is a little girl nestling content in Mummys arms.
One last thing, thank you all for the birthday wishes you left on Mummys blog, when we share my ‘second’ birthday I will be sure to let you know what presents I got and maybe, just maybe some piccies. *huggles*