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I met Ray at a Biker/sissy event and we instantly hit it off. At some point, he just pulled up onto is lap facing him. I blushed as I felt his big hard rod through his pants against my soft sissy bottom. But I really blushed when he lifted my skirt and exposed my thighs and side for the other men to see.

One of the thousands of reasons it is more fun to be a girl!

I left his apartment with my head down hoping no one was watching and scurried back to my apartment. I had just been with a man for the first time. I could taste his cum in my mouth and feel it in my bottom. He kissed me as he opened the door for me to leave, told me I was a beautiful sissy girl, and told me to come back soon.

SISSY RULE 51; He may not notice how much time you spent on them as he holds your head and pushes his giant cock down your throat, but you will know how pretty they look.

In my wildest dreams as a teenage boy, I never imagined that one day my older sister would be helping me get ready for my big day.

Ever since I was a teenage boy, I have dreamed of how wonderful it would be to have a man plant his masculine seed inside of me and have my belly swell with his baby growing inside.

Looking back, why did it take me so long to admit to the guy next door that I was a sissy and felt like a girl? But we are making up for lost time now.

SISSY'S FIRST TIME OUTSIDE: I will never forget the first time I got up the courage to go outside dressed. I felt so naked and exposed with the tiny shorts and the cool breeze on my bare midriff. The feel of the purse strap around my neck and the heavy bag (which was bigger than my shorts) against my side felt so girly. I spent two hours on my makeup and had a my hair in a pony tail with a cute scrunchy. When men would walk by and smile, I would blush, smile shyly back, and look away. I knew then that I never wanted to pretend to be a boy again.

After I finally confessed to my boss that I was a sissy, he told me t show him. It was my fist time and he made my toes curl.

SISSY RULE 32; Daddy may not notice how pretty your toe nails are when you are on your knees with him deep in your mouth, but you will know, and that is what is important.

I was helpless to stop him he was so much stronger that me, but I did not want to anyway. I loved submitting to him and allowing him to take me as hard as he wanted to. His hard hairy body over my soft smooth skin felt wonderful. When his head finally popped in to my tiny lubricated hole, I cried out loud in blissful pain. Minutes later, he started moaning, came violently inside of me, and collapsed on me, telling me I was "such a sexy girl. I smiled contently, and never wanted him to get off. To him it may have just been hot sex. To me, it was love.

MY FIRST SISSY DATE: When he opened the car door and I got in, trying me best to imitate a GG, I immediately placed my hand over my legs in a feminine way to signal that I was shy about wearing such a short skirt and of my bare thighs. Of course, minutes later when he placed his hand on my left thigh as he drove, I did nothing to stop him.

SISSY RULE 17: You have to be beautiful from head to toe.

When I was a teenage boy I wanted to by just like my sister.

My favorite instructor at The Sissy Academy stressed to us that it was critical that we be beautiful from head to toe for our man.

SISSY RULE 14: He gets to place his hands wherever he wants.

SISSY RULE 63: Vulnerable is good. It means that he is in charge and your job is to place total trust in him to make all decisions.