My Trip To San Francisco

This was something I posted on another site about six years ago as I was beginning my own journey into femininity.  Taking it from my head to reality, where I needed to be.  I was going to San Francisco to find the location of Divas Nightclub, a bar for the transgender community and admirers.  


While I was there, I was taking in the view and observing things.  I rather like this column and didn't want it to fade into obscurity, so here it is.  Hope you enjoy it.




I finally made it back to San Francisco.  It’s been a while.  I had a few things I wanted to do.  It was a nice day to go there too.  San Francisco is a beautiful city, an ugly city and everything in between.  I really wanted to soak in more of the sites and sounds this time.

I got off BART at Civic Center.  One of the things I wanted to do was consolidate some small BART tickets into bigger ones, and there are three stations on the strip that handle that.  I’m pretty well set on BART tickets now.

The irony is I enjoy riding BART, but before my friend moved from Union City to Indiana, I would never get on a train to visit.  He always came out this way.  I feel like a big jerk about it now when we talk and I tell him about the BART trips I take.  Life doesn’t give us "do overs" on this stuff either.

Anyway...

Not far from the Civic Center station, I heard the beating of drums.  There was a street musician banging away on the drums.  He sounded pretty good too.  Overhead, a guy was flying a multi colored dragon kite in the air as we had a pretty good breeze today.

I paused to observe a quote engraved on a wall:

"Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts."

Rachel Carlson

You see people of all races, religions and sexual orientations in San Francisco.  It is truly a melting pot of culture.  The city was busy as usual and had heavy traffic.  People were shopping, tourists visiting, business men and women, plenty of kids as school was out for the week.

If you think you’ve got it bad, come to San Francisco and observe.  There are homeless people here, sleeping by some buildings.  People looking for a quarter for their next meal.  I encountered no aggressiveness, just quiet requests.

I’m not bragging, but I helped a few people with change. How many times in my life do I walk past people without even acknowledging the person in need?  Too many times to count.

Pigeons walk the sidewalks.  They aren’t afraid.  They don’t fly off when you come up on then.  They simply move aside.  You don’t see a lot of green on the main street.  It’s a wave on concrete and buildings that fill the landscape.  Some beautiful architecture.

On one corner, there was an African American man and woman dancing to James Brown and having a good time.  A white lady joined in while her friend took her picture.  They were having fun.  I was tempted to join in.  I should have.  Chicken!

I went to another station to do another ticket.  There was a street musician playing Take A Load Off on acoustic guitar.  I listened for a minute.  He was pretty good.  I pitched in a little change.  I’ve actually heard some pretty good street musicians in San Francisco and Berkeley in the past.

Checked out a couple DVD places looking for my girl.  Not there.  Do they have a clue?  She should be everywhere.  The world should know her.  One day they will.

Another reason for coming to town was to locate Divas Nightclub on Post Street.  I’m out of my element here, but I wanted to locate the place for my first night time visit to the city.  I got lost at first.  Always seems to happen to me when I first go looking for some place in an unfamiliar town.

As I walked up the street, I observed people kicking back on the patch of grass on Post Street.  The sun was shining and it was a good day to be outside.

There are lots of nice stores to shop for clothes and other stuff.  I noticed Victoria’s Secret and a jewelry store.  I thought my lady would like something nice from one of these places.  I would love to get it for her.  Oh wait, I have no lady.

I walked past The Owl Tree and a building that had a gold 666 on a black background.  I thought about some of the stuff I’ve heard from Alex Jones and Jordan Maxwell.  The old conspiracy stuff.  No time for that line of thought today.

There was a red carpet in front of The Kimpton Hotel.  I decided to walk the red carpet.  A guy came toward me.  I didn’t move out of the way like I’ve been known to do.  I was feeling like a star.  He should move out of my way.

I was getting closer.  I saw a pretty lady.  I’m not gonna play Maury’s game of is she or isn’t she.  She looked like my kind of woman though.

At last I had found Divas.  Not too far from the Montgomery Street station.  I touched the wall to give my visit a little more meaning.  I looked at the schedule on the wall.  I wanna dance, so maybe a Friday or Saturday would be fun. Too bad it’s not Friday now.  I will be back, but I was happy to be there.  What the hell took me so long?

I walked to the corner of Post and Polk and stood there for a few minutes. Some of the people I used to know would make a joke about this.  I’m on Polk Street, and I’m happy to be here.  I had a guy ask me for money in Spanish.

I recalled one of the few phrases I learned in school, "No comprendo"  I’m such a moron.  I had two years to learn this.  People who can speak more than one language are fortunate, because they can communicate with so many more people.

As I stood there on the corner, a man came up and started yelling at the lady I had seen.  I’ve heard about these guys, but I’d never seen one in action.  He’s a pimp.  It just served to remind me of how ugly the world can be.  He didn’t hit her, just yelled.  Of course, I don’t know what happened when they rounded the corner.

This got me to thinking.  If women like her are so bad, what does that make the pimp or the john?  Nobody is better than anybody else.  Yet you have whore thrown around at these women like they are less than human.

When she is with somebody, the feeling is good for both of them.  But she gets stuck with that label and the john goes back home like nothing ever happened.  What has the pimp really done, except get paid for treating the woman like trash and taking her money?

We all have to do what we have to do in this life, but that doesn’t make you any better than anybody else.  Everybody has dreams, even this lady today.  I can’t possibly know what she is going through.  I can say I hope she gets through this time in her life and gets to a place that makes her happy.

My journeys may take me to a woman like her, but I will tell you right now.  She ain’t no whore in my eyes.  She is a lady.  She will be treated as such.  If we only share a night together, we will be lovers that night.  It will be a positive experience for both of us.  Call me deluded.  Call me romantic.  It’s just how I feel.

I walked down by the market place and the ferry boats.  I got a chance to look out over the water for a few minutes.  My day in San Francisco was just about over.  I watched a boat sail away.  The market place was filled with the pleasant smells of food and coffee.  There were lots of people coming and going.

As I left the market place, I spotted a man and woman (husband and wife?) dancing the tango with nobody else around.  She was wearing a red dress and looking sexy.  It was a beautiful moment.

The kids were out skateboarding off to the side and shredding away.  They looked like they were having fun and they were not bugging anybody.  I had to go back to the Embarcadero station, but I will be back.

I sit here on the train writing while this is all still fresh in my mind.  I enjoyed being in the city today.  I accomplished what I wanted to accomplish and took my mind off of negative thoughts. I needed a break from the routine.

I feel good and a little inspired right now.  Nothing like a day away from home to get you out of a rut.  I complain a lot, but I am really lucky to have what I have in life.  And I have the capability of changing things in my life for the better.  I will continue to do my best.

A Little Love For The Sissy Lesbian

A Little Love For The Sissy Lesbian

The House Feminization is a big place, filled with sissies of many types and women who enjoy their company.  Some sissies love to be put in their place by a strong Mistress and to serve Her faithfully.  We also know of the sissy who wants to get dressed up pretty and be with a guy.  But, there are other sissies out there.

Maybe you are one of them.  You love the feel of something sheer and silky against your skin.  You even enjoy shaving smooth when you can.  Maybe you just fantasize about that.  It's something you want, but you don't get to do it much.  You have a woman in your life, a wife or girlfriend, and you worry about what she would think about it.

She would call you gay just for wanting to dress up pretty like her.  But gay thoughts are far from your mind.  Well, not exactly.  You think about being a woman and being intimate with the woman in your life, don't you?  It's okay.  There are lots of sissies just like you.

You would like nothing better than to be with her, both of you dressing up pretty.  She helps you pick out something sexy to wear, and you give your opinions on what she wants to wear.  You help her into her bra, fastening the straps for her.  She's taught you makeup, and you can do it pretty well.  When you look in the mirror, you look pretty good, you think.

But, there's only one person who's opinion matters, and that's hers.  She says you are pretty, and you can't help but give her the most passionate kiss.  You love her so much.  You love how accepting she is about this side of you.  She stops you.  You two are going out tonight, and she knows that once you get excited, you have a hard time controlling yourself.

You take a moment to compose yourself as you smile.  You love these outings.  She is not afraid to be seen with you in public, and you love being seen as her girlfriend.  You've gone on shopping trips, picking out sexy things for each other.   You've done salon appointments together.  Or just a trip to the market or a movie.  Just being dressed sexy and with her in public is enough.

Tonight you are going out to dinner and then maybe a drink before coming home.  You make small talk at the restaurant.  Occasionally, you spot something a lady is wearing and comment on whether you like it or not.  You gossip about the latest happenings and talk about what's going on in the world.  You love that she has an opinion on the big topics and you respect her.

At the nightclub, you are both looking sexy.  A guy comes over to try and introduce himself.  She smiles at him and plants a passionate kiss on you.  "We're spoken for, " she says, and your excitement level is up once again.

This woman, who has accepted you for you who are and helped you discover more about yourself. means the world to you, and you can't show it enough.  You are constantly doing things for her to show your love, a simple gift, running an errand for her, doing the dishes or just a foot massage.  Not because she made you, but because you want to.  You love her.

This time, you want to do more.  You get her home, and you are quickly down to lingerie as she lies on the bed, inviting you to join her.  The old you might have went right to intercourse, but you know what really drives her wild.  You go down on her, giving her the attention her exposed womanhood deserves.  You love exploring her body with your mouth.  You love her taste.

It is more important to you that she gets off than your own pleasure.  You know your turn is coming, but you want her to feel the pleasure that she deserves first.  And, you've studied her body.  You know what to do.  You know how to change it up and make it even better.  When you see her orgasm and hear those three words you long to hear, you know you did well.  "I love you more, " you reply.

There are many different kinds of sissies in the world.  There are some who simply want to explore this with the woman they love and be accepted.  You believe it could be something that can bring you two closer than ever before.  You may be right.  In a perfect world, sissies like you would be able to get the love of your live to give it a try.  After all, sissy lesbians need love too.

Put Me In My Place

Spank me, tie me, put me in my place
I feel so worthless, I am a disgrace
I feel like I can't take it anymore more
Dress me up and treat me like a little whore

I need a strong Mistress to crack the whip
Put me in heels and I'll try not to trip
Gag me if you want, I have nothing to say
Tell me what to do, and I'll always obey

Collar me, leash me, put me in chains
Tell me I'm worthless and I have no brains
Here is the key to my chastity lock
Call it a clitty, 'cause it isn't a cock

Make me suck cock for you, I don't care
Spank my ass to let me know you are there
Train me with butt plugs and strap on toy
I'm just an object for you to enjoy

Make me lick your pussy and your ass hole
Giving you pleasure is my only goal
You are my Goddess and I must please
I know my place, and it's down on my knees

Treat me like a slut and laugh in my face
Beat me again, so I'll know my place
Tell me I'm a joke, but not very funny
I'll be pleasing guys just to make you money

Let me know my way has not been paid
I'll be cleaning house as your sissy maid
Help prepare you for another date
Lock me in chains, so I'll have to wait

Tie me to the bed at night before I sleep
Gag my mouth securely so you won't hear a peep
A mask for my eyes and a plug for my ears
I know my place so I won't have no fears

Run While You Still Can Sissy

You're thinking about it now.  You want to wear panties.  It's been a vision in your mind for a long time now.  Dressing up with help of a beautiful woman, learning makeup, dressing in sexy lingerie for bed, wearing pretty dresses and skirts and heels in public.  Wearing makeup and a wig.  And this woman will help you.

But, a sissy walks into the public bathroom and locks the the door behind her.  There's a man, who gives her $20, and she gets on her knees to suck his cock.  Mistress will be receiving all of the money when sissy gets home.

As this sissy slowly takes the man's cock inside her mouth, she's resigned to the fact that she's a sissy whore cock sucker for Mistress.  The man indicates he wants to fuck her, another $50 for Mistress.  She'll do it, because she has to.  But, if she could talk to you, she'd warn you now.

She'd tell you that the fantasy is fun.  You may be watching porn on the internet, reading an erotic story or maybe you lie in bed thinking about sucking cock.  It turns you on, and you start thinking about putting on panties.  Why are you so excited?  Why does it make you want to play with yourself?

You cum, and you swear that this is it.  No more thoughts like this anymore.  And, you're good for a week or two.  Then, it happens again.  You play with yourself, thinking about being fucked by Mistress's strap on while you suck a man's cock for her.  You start thinking of swallowing your own  cum, just to taste it.

Then, you cum, and you feel so ashamed.  "I'm not gay," you tell yourself.  You swear you won't do it again.  The sissy on the bathroom floor had these thoughts too, and she can relate to what you did the next time the feeling came.

You got exited once again, and this time there was this dust broom.  You lubed up your pussy, as you called it in your mind, and imagined it was your wife's strap on.  Of course, she doesn't have a strap on, this is a fantasy.

It hurts, but you push it in.  It starts to feel good.  You start feeling excited and tell yourself you will swallow your own cum again as you imagine sucking a cock for Mistress.  When you cum with the object still inside of you, you immediately catch some and lick it up.  It's not so bad.

You are feeling ashamed already and feeling like this was wrong.  The sissy on the floor would tell you not to do what you're thinking of next.  Don't try on Her panties and bra.  Don't play with your wife's lipstick.  Don't.  This is just a fantasy, and you don't have to act on it.

It's okay to play with yourself over these fantasies.  They are harmless.  The sissy cock sucker in the bathroom didn't look at it that way.  She pushed through the shame and dressed up in her wife's clothes.  Big mistake.  Her wife caught her.

She sounded like she was very accepting as she treated her husband like a sissy princess, getting her sissy excited as she dressed her up pretty and taught her makeup application.  She even started calling the sissy her girlfriend and calling her pretty and using sweet talk on her.

Sissy thought nothing of it when she was locked into chastity and plugged.  Nor did she worry when her wife took pictures of her in compromising positions.  She was all too willing to submit to a strap on, and the pleasure was amazing to her.

Then, her wife turned the tables and demanded to be called Mistress.  Sissy was even banished to the guest room.  She tried to protest until she saw the video of herself dressed pretty and taking a strap on in her pussy hole while locked in chastity.  What could she do now but obey?

Mistress brought men to the house to play with and then started pimping sissy to those men for money.  She wasn't a pretty princess to Mistress anymore, but a sissy cock whore.  Mistress would even spank her and punish her to make her point.

As the sissy on the bathroom floor takes the man's cock inside her pussy, she is ashamed of who she is, but immensely turned on to be such a pretty slut.  She would tell you to run.  Don't open that closet door.  Just pleasure yourself to the thoughts and leave it at that.

The man tells her that he will be cumming inside her sissy pussy.  Another $50 for Mistress.  "Mistress will be pleased with me," she thinks, as she begs daddy to cum inside her pussy, just as Mistress told her to say.  She is such a little slut.  How much money is that for Mistress today, $500?  She'll have to count it again when she's done here.

Her ass is well lubed as this is the third man to cum inside her pussy hole today.  Mistress might let her have those new heels she's been wanting now.  Sissy would warn you of how your life could change if you don't run away and keep this as a fantasy, but there's a problem.

The little sissy whore is that person who fantasized about it first.  It's too late for her.  She'll take any cock pointed at her, because it's what Mistress wants.  She's even convinced herself she wants it  now.  Maybe she does.  In the end, this sissy would warn you to run while you still can.

The reality might be harder to accept than the fantasy makes it out to be.  But, it's too late for the sissy as she feels another man's cum leaking out of her well fucked pussy hole.

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