Hi There Sissy

Just as a note, this is a taste of some of the "naughty" areas these writings can go.  Due to the nature of the site we are using, we probably won't be going here too much.  However, we have over 30 articles already written (some much steamier than this) for when the official page comes up and we start our new blog there. In the meantime...

Hey you.  I see what you're up to.  I know your secret.  You think you're hiding it, but you aren't.  At least not very well.  It's okay sweetie.  I understand.  You see those beautiful women out there and you admire everything about them, the way they walk, the way they talk, the clothes they wear, the way they do their makeup and hair.  You wonder what it would be like to be her.

It sticks with you, like a sliver in your mind or in your very soul.  You think you must be crazy for thinking such thoughts.  You try to make them go away, but they won't.  You can't help it, no matter what you do.  Try as you may, your desires slowly take over.  Why fight it?

You lay in bed at night thinking about being that beautiful woman and having a man in bed with you.  Could you?  "I'm not supposed to think such thoughts.  They're wrong, aren't they?"

It's too late.  You're hooked.  You want to feel a man's penis in your mouth, growing harder as you suck it and lick it.  If he ejaculates, will you swallow?  You want to swallow.  But what if he wants to bend you over and make you his woman?  Will you submit?  You want to submit.  The throbbing in your panties gives the ultimate answer.  You masturbate alone, dreaming of the day it becomes real.  "I shouldn't be thinking this, " you tell yourself, but you no longer want to fight it.

Panties and bras under your clothes, painted toe nails.  A Cami under your shirt and women's jeans.  You even have a subtle shade of lipstick you wear, thinking nobody will notice, but you're not so sure.  A woman smiles as she walks by.  Does she know?  A couple of girls giggle.  "Are they laughing at me, " you wonder.

You practice your makeup skills at home in one of your dresses.  You pose in front of the mirror.  You wonder, "Do I look pretty?"

You have a feminine name for yourself.  You haven't told anybody you know, other than a person or two online.  But, you dream of the day you can introduce her to the world.  The idea excites you.  It scares you.  It consumes you.  It won't go away.

I see you sweetie.  I understand you.  I know who you are.  Don't be afraid and don't be ashamed.  It's okay dear.  Your day will come.  Be proud of who you are.  You are not alone.  In a perfect world, girls like you could come and go without fear of being hurt or shunned by society.  In a perfect world, society wouldn't place boundaries on the the self expression of anybody.  As long as you don't harm another, what does it really matter?

Stay strong, girlfriend. People do understand and accept you.  Your day will come.