X-Dresser Sissies Issue 5 ~ Pansies in Petticoats

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It didn't take long till my pansy has become a fully accepted maid of almost any party that I or any female in my circle of friends hosts … funny enough, most of the males that attended the parties did accept her without any problems and I am quite sure that some of them never doubted her being a real female maid. But even if they do, I wouldn't care. My fairy princess isn't a male any longer and who knows, some of the males might even be envious and wish they'd be allowed to take her place or at least walk a while in her shoes. Someone noticed...with the shadow.........there are three of me! I love this picture and now, my new friends on here can see some of the old photos of me.

After the skirt, worn with the panties and tights which were no longer new to me – my next new experience was the blouse. This felt little different, softer, more colour options, prettier buttons BUT learning how to do those inside-out buttons was so very weird. Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community Each piece of clothing tells its own story – offers its own special sensations. Sometimes wonderful, sometimes ‘not so good’. How was this possible?” I thought to myself. As I turned to see the reflection from another angle, it hit me. As the layers of taffeta swished about my nylon-covered legs, there was no mistake. This was no dreamlike image - this was I! I could have remained before the mirror for hours had the two women not awakened me from my reverie. I suppose I have to expect that there has been some increase in willingness to accept T as well as LG &B.”Aunt Mary said, “We are so glad you are enjoying it my darling. We still have lots in store for you.” Carolyn will you please go and get the things we are going to dress baby Chrissy in?” Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your Ooh Carolyn that was just wonderful. You are really mothering me, I can’t remember being so pampered and loved.”

I was stunned, and could say nothing. I became aware of Lucy stood in the doorway, and tried to cover myself up. With one hand continuing to caress my breasts, Carolyn reached around and took the discarded panties from the vanity, and, placing them over my throbbing shaft, began to stroke me. It's time for a story, darling, brought on by Pansy Raelene's letter. It's a Prim story, inspired by a lovely picture from Curtus. Or the above-the-knee skirt, with the air eddying in ways that it never has before. Shorts may have let the air reach your legs, but never like it moves in and around a skirted thigh. Carolyn got me to walk about the room taking small steps and placing one foot in line with the other as I walked. Carolyn praised me as I mastered walking as a girl would. Next Carolyn got me to giggle in girlyI understand that you don't want to post real life pictures showing a pansies genitals but just to show you how my sissy looks like I make her attaching a picture of her wearing her chastity belt. Nevertheless feel free to use it for posting if you decide that steel panties don't interfere with your rules on the Wendyhouse.

I appeared at the top of the stairs. I was a lovely vision in white. The maid had certainly chosen well for there wasn't a hint of masculinity left in me, rather I (now her) looked the perfect little princess. The dress was all white lace accented by delicate pink satin bows across the bodice and at the puffy sleeves and hem. From their vantage point, the two women could easily view what must have been several layers of crinolines under the wide almost floating skirt. Around my waist was a four inch wide pink satin sash tied at the hip with a huge bow. I stepped carefully down the steps, my feet in white patent leather Mary Jane’s, highlighted by white anklets trimmed with a turned down pink lace cuff.Some stories are driven completely by the drive for sexual excitement; others involve stealth, secrecy and concealment either until discovery and catastrophe or else lifelong subterfuge. Far too few stories end well. Yes, I know you're a member, and thanks for your support. Thanks too for your thoughtful ideas, full of sincerity. The thing about setting myself deadlines has two aims: one it tells you, my friend, when to expect the next issue. Secondly it gives me a target, much more likely to get the issue finished earlier than if there is no target to aim for. The reason I thought I could survive outside the Wendy house was probably due to my Mistress Vikki accepting an overseas assignment but she has written saying she will be returning in late October and will be very disappointed if she finds me trying to retrieve any of my male thoughts or attitudes. I do hope that with the help of the Wendy House, and by paying more attention to the advice of Miss Blouse, I shall escape her punishment and be allowed to continue as her pathetic sissy slave pandering to her every wish (I especially look forward to having to hand wash her lingerie and her taking me for a bra fitting at a sissy friendly store we have used in the past).