1 Introduction
Introduction
Sissie's fixation becomes Sissification
Mother Nature gave us so many true beauties to behold. The Female of our species being comparable to any wonder of this magical world. Her body. Her rythms. Her scents. The sultry, sensual movements of those physically , sensually, spiritually blessed, can be wildly captivating. Her contours and her curves. Her taste. Her warmth. Her perfumes and her lengerei. Her sex. Her poetry. Her painted toes. Her slender ankles in stilletoes. The insides of her toned thighs. Her mesmerising bust, what is more affirming or arrousing to the touch or the eye than a womans breasts! Her deviance and her mind. Her heart. God willing her kiss. Yes! The female beauty of our species out'swaying', any and all other devine creations. Non can carry such sensual power. Her magical energy. Her Femininty. The taste of the lust on her lips when your warm lips love her just right.
As recent as just over three weeks ago. Up, alone, late Saturday evening swallowing Sunday morning. Watching porn. Drinking my JD . Smoking. Watching my favourite porn flicks for the um*****th time. Flicking between these treasured films, and the fetish 'dating' site i had joined allmost a year ago and in secret. Which after rather naively being instantly engroced , allmost addicted to having first joined. I had grown gradually less, and less excited or engaged by. The constant and infuriating, 'not them really' profile pics. Those far too eager to be sane. The schemers and perpetual bullshiters. Sometimes i was even a little frightened by the true nature, and strength of my own intensley passionate desires. The deapth of these yearnings. The confusion this undilutable yearning fired. My own sodding life, and all that i loved and cared for. Responsiblities. Family. Freinds also made my meeting scary and difficult. A couple of people i really, really fancied the slinky, lacey knickers off, sadly loosing patience with my nervousness and hesitancy. Maybe even cowardice rendering me unable to give what they wanted. Which was in no doubt what i desperately wanted too.
Until Vicky. Until Victoria!
The 'site' was tailered to the 'fetish and kinks' of crossdressers, shemales, Transvestites and their admirers. With shades of bdsm and more mixing in it's extremely inviting pot. Lots of Doms, lots of submissives, couples, fantasists, the odd e*****.... and the odd genuine and absolutely stunning Tgiirrrl. My own profile comprising of half a dozen pics and my crossdressing history, mostly in the closet, and my sexual and sensual hopes and dreams. My fears and my filthy, gogorgeous, slutty desires. As much truth as i was comfortable 'advertising'. As much dirty laundry, however silky or figure hugging be the laundry one aires in public is far from straightforward. For the far from straight me i suppose.
So i gets a msg. A msg that stirred and startled something inside me. A message which appeared sincere. Though i had been fooled before. And once so crazy, crazy horny was i, only at the very, very last second did i snap out and avoid handing my card details to a total, and slightly pushy, spellbindingly attractive stranger! Luckily avoiding possible disaaster! I doubt my lovely, kind, fit as ..... , warm, caring, normal, vanilla, to my mind totally heterosexual partner. The Mother of mine and a fine one at that. A mighty fine advert for female deliciousness herself. Striking, physical beauty and a strong Female Mother and wife to all intent but paper. I doubted her being overjoyed to hear her phone ping ping as someone stole from our joint account.... or maybe even worse blackmailed me with a compromising picture. Such pictures i had several times sent. Even boasting half a dozen of me... myself ... looking as full on, as pretty passable, as sexy, as possible on my page on the site. Pictures i was proud of but without a full face as yet. Flirting with the priceless joy that is showing of my giiirrly body and being too bold! Being 'outed'! as it where..... So yes, the message.
Hi x You look lovely Rebeka x Take a look at my page sweetie x If you like what you see... As i like what i see then please say Hi x V
She then 'signed' the electronic alert with a picture of V. I clicked on it. Crikey! Fuck! This must be a swizz i thought! This must be another false dawn as it where, another imagined hope? Another prankster. She was instantaneously unforgetable. So totally, fucking deliciously perfect did she look. Okay i mused, staring for way too long at this picture of absolute, piercing beauty. Photo shopped or whatever. But if this girl was real she was aesthetic perfection. I was so flattered, i remember teasing myself, prolonging my desire to gorge my senses on what possible siren lay behind this picture. Daydreaming about what she might write about herself. Her likes, dislikes. Would there be more pictures? Whilst i zoomed in and out on this picture.
Bright, radiant, greeny, bluey, watery, allmost sanguin eyes. A sharp, sullen smile, come smirk. Dressed elegantly, in a sensational white armless, silky, shimmering expensive looking catsuit. Obviously in a bar or nightclub. Posed so confidently, yet ever so slightly, whilst very seductively showing a hint of vulnerable. On the half turn, legs slightly crossed, glass in one hand held just brushing her left boob. Her right hand and her fingers outstretched, as if to shiw off her immaculate newly painted nails... or maybe the bracelet? Either way, her slender arm stretched out with feline, feminine purpose. Strappy white high stilletoes showing off her equally and immaculately manucured feet. Rarely, if ever! Had i stumbled upon a picture, ( that, as then could've actually been anyone for all i was sure. Had i been blessed with the pleasure of a picture of one. So sexually intoxicating. With such a soul firing, life affirming, magical aura. Oozing such a potent sensual energy.
Eventually i clicked to her page. Her profile.
Sissie's fixation becomes Sissification
Mother Nature gave us so many true beauties to behold. The Female of our species being comparable to any wonder of this magical world. Her body. Her rythms. Her scents. The sultry, sensual movements of those physically , sensually, spiritually blessed, can be wildly captivating. Her contours and her curves. Her taste. Her warmth. Her perfumes and her lengerei. Her sex. Her poetry. Her painted toes. Her slender ankles in stilletoes. The insides of her toned thighs. Her mesmerising bust, what is more affirming or arrousing to the touch or the eye than a womans breasts! Her deviance and her mind. Her heart. God willing her kiss. Yes! The female beauty of our species out'swaying', any and all other devine creations. Non can carry such sensual power. Her magical energy. Her Femininty. The taste of the lust on her lips when your warm lips love her just right.
As recent as just over three weeks ago. Up, alone, late Saturday evening swallowing Sunday morning. Watching porn. Drinking my JD . Smoking. Watching my favourite porn flicks for the um*****th time. Flicking between these treasured films, and the fetish 'dating' site i had joined allmost a year ago and in secret. Which after rather naively being instantly engroced , allmost addicted to having first joined. I had grown gradually less, and less excited or engaged by. The constant and infuriating, 'not them really' profile pics. Those far too eager to be sane. The schemers and perpetual bullshiters. Sometimes i was even a little frightened by the true nature, and strength of my own intensley passionate desires. The deapth of these yearnings. The confusion this undilutable yearning fired. My own sodding life, and all that i loved and cared for. Responsiblities. Family. Freinds also made my meeting scary and difficult. A couple of people i really, really fancied the slinky, lacey knickers off, sadly loosing patience with my nervousness and hesitancy. Maybe even cowardice rendering me unable to give what they wanted. Which was in no doubt what i desperately wanted too.
Until Vicky. Until Victoria!
The 'site' was tailered to the 'fetish and kinks' of crossdressers, shemales, Transvestites and their admirers. With shades of bdsm and more mixing in it's extremely inviting pot. Lots of Doms, lots of submissives, couples, fantasists, the odd e*****.... and the odd genuine and absolutely stunning Tgiirrrl. My own profile comprising of half a dozen pics and my crossdressing history, mostly in the closet, and my sexual and sensual hopes and dreams. My fears and my filthy, gogorgeous, slutty desires. As much truth as i was comfortable 'advertising'. As much dirty laundry, however silky or figure hugging be the laundry one aires in public is far from straightforward. For the far from straight me i suppose.
So i gets a msg. A msg that stirred and startled something inside me. A message which appeared sincere. Though i had been fooled before. And once so crazy, crazy horny was i, only at the very, very last second did i snap out and avoid handing my card details to a total, and slightly pushy, spellbindingly attractive stranger! Luckily avoiding possible disaaster! I doubt my lovely, kind, fit as ..... , warm, caring, normal, vanilla, to my mind totally heterosexual partner. The Mother of mine and a fine one at that. A mighty fine advert for female deliciousness herself. Striking, physical beauty and a strong Female Mother and wife to all intent but paper. I doubted her being overjoyed to hear her phone ping ping as someone stole from our joint account.... or maybe even worse blackmailed me with a compromising picture. Such pictures i had several times sent. Even boasting half a dozen of me... myself ... looking as full on, as pretty passable, as sexy, as possible on my page on the site. Pictures i was proud of but without a full face as yet. Flirting with the priceless joy that is showing of my giiirrly body and being too bold! Being 'outed'! as it where..... So yes, the message.
Hi x You look lovely Rebeka x Take a look at my page sweetie x If you like what you see... As i like what i see then please say Hi x V
She then 'signed' the electronic alert with a picture of V. I clicked on it. Crikey! Fuck! This must be a swizz i thought! This must be another false dawn as it where, another imagined hope? Another prankster. She was instantaneously unforgetable. So totally, fucking deliciously perfect did she look. Okay i mused, staring for way too long at this picture of absolute, piercing beauty. Photo shopped or whatever. But if this girl was real she was aesthetic perfection. I was so flattered, i remember teasing myself, prolonging my desire to gorge my senses on what possible siren lay behind this picture. Daydreaming about what she might write about herself. Her likes, dislikes. Would there be more pictures? Whilst i zoomed in and out on this picture.
Bright, radiant, greeny, bluey, watery, allmost sanguin eyes. A sharp, sullen smile, come smirk. Dressed elegantly, in a sensational white armless, silky, shimmering expensive looking catsuit. Obviously in a bar or nightclub. Posed so confidently, yet ever so slightly, whilst very seductively showing a hint of vulnerable. On the half turn, legs slightly crossed, glass in one hand held just brushing her left boob. Her right hand and her fingers outstretched, as if to shiw off her immaculate newly painted nails... or maybe the bracelet? Either way, her slender arm stretched out with feline, feminine purpose. Strappy white high stilletoes showing off her equally and immaculately manucured feet. Rarely, if ever! Had i stumbled upon a picture, ( that, as then could've actually been anyone for all i was sure. Had i been blessed with the pleasure of a picture of one. So sexually intoxicating. With such a soul firing, life affirming, magical aura. Oozing such a potent sensual energy.
Eventually i clicked to her page. Her profile.
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