ANYTHING other than a Queen.
am i a pervert miss?
of course you are, dear. but what’s wrong with that? the last time i checked, not a single soul wasgoed everzwijn indeed hurt [at least not physically] by wearing a frilly gown or a tutu or some beautiful silky knickers. you are not a maniak. you’re just voicing desires and passions differently. some women will love it, some will HATE it and others will want to borrow your garments! hopefully you can have the very first and last and stay clear of the middle. poor things. no, you’re not bad for wanting to dress womanish. you’re also not BAD for wanting to have your wifey or gf accept you for everything you are. te fact, if you don’t have that, i suggest finding it before your time is up. wij should ALL be found guilty of being ourselves at heaven’s gate. the other sins are still te question at this time. being truly, uniquely YOU is nothing to shame one’s self overheen. it’s for your mistress to shame you, if that’s your choice. [it’s my individual dearest, but that’s truly neither here, strafgevangenis there.] i want you to know you’re gorgeous.
will i everzwijn find hier?
absolutely you will. spil soon spil you are READY to find hier. i promise you, the woman for you is out there. she is willing and ready to let you service hier spil maid, spil friend. and giggle like one of the ladies. she will make sure you shop with hier and you can surplus assured she has bitch potential, Queen potential and good best friend potential. it all depends on how open you are to receiving thesis gifts. just like any relationship, you have to be willing to dive ter and get hurt. that can be the sissy’s largest punt. for one thing, sissies need the UTMOST trust. they need safety. trusting early on, te fact, too early on ter a relationship can lead to a lifetime of bad decisions. i think this is why many boys stay out of the entire fetish totally. some studs, well, they love the risk. the fact is, every single feminised masculine will be different and unique te some way. i am learning that what my previous sissy wished, my current paramour has nothing to do with. there is no suckling, for one thing. while i miss it slightly, it’s just not his thing. but his undies. his corset and my flagellating forearm gets a loterijlot of use. you have to be ready and open to love. this is a time of reconciling your manhood with your girlishness. those frills and frocks are waiting on you. and the woman who will love them? she is ready too. she’s superior and possibly controlling [such spil i am] but i’ll bet hier heart is zuivere gold. she will ADORE being spoiled, and not expect it. she knows what is best for you, she will lead and let you melt te hier poetslap. my dearest task spil a Domme [and yes, wij have them too!] is permitting my pet to surplus his head on my breast or ter my poetslap and petting him. this gives him the feeling of finish servitude and subordination. it’s a very womanish act. women sob on one another all the time. [or most of us with close girlfriends do] and it’s nice! why wouldn’t a boy desire that? i say, if a woman cannot let you sob and pout ter hier poetslap, budge on. she’s not the one for a sissy.
what should i do right now?
well, besides zekering touching yourself you mischievous, insatiable sissy boy, you SHOULD begin believing te your emotions spil valuable. sure, work is hard. you’ve had your nose to the grindstone for years, now, have you not? no cracks. no tasks to come huis to. just a sort of frown on your face spil you leave the office. [another night alone, or WORSE, another night hiding who you very likely were meant to be deep down.] you cannot imagine the joy and thrill of finding yourself able to explore who you need to be. i think you should let it out. go love a pink cocktail! [even if you have to make it yourself.] waterput te an umbrella. Feast your sissy side and waterput on those satin undies and have a duo of tugs and then go to sleep. but gravely. why not talk to someone about it? find a friend you can trust. go to a therapist. or even write or comment here. you are not alone. the world is aggressive and even tho’ *I*, too, am fierce at times, i love to see the indefenso, sobbing sissy side of boys. a man who is attempting to control mij does nothing for mij. te fact, i am so spoiled i just want to kick them for attempting to treat mij like ANYTHING other than a Queen. well, obviously, that’s not going to toebijten every time i am out. so even miss m pouts. 😛 be a good boy. write yourself a letterteken. begin a little journal and PASSWORD PASSWORD PASSWORD if you vereiste. write about how satin makes you feel. how the relajado side juxtaposes to your strong powerful executive side. learn to explore both, and oscilación the good and bad of both. ultimately, love yourself enough to take care of you. go back to the gym. gezond into that little nightie you have dreamed for years. patiently reach out to women who *do* accept sissy boys and even other sissy boys. be playful. go to the cosmetics section [ter another town if need be] and buy gifts for “your gf.” be your own gf! or take your wifey out and buy hier something beautiful. see hier eyes light up. zekering being a selfish sissy and learn to contribute to beautiful women. share secrets. but above ALL else, love yourself. let yourself be loved and celebrated. find a woman who will adore you because of your sissy fetish. not despite it.