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October 18th, 2011 | 
Author: sissy faggots
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sissies-working in male clothes
When I go to work in my male clothes (I work in an office where I must wear a suit), besides wearing ladies undergarments which I am sure most of you do, Mistress has made me sew up the pockets on my trousers and coat. I am only allowed to wear business shirts that have no pockets as well. Mistress believes that pockets are a symbol of masculine superiority over women and as such forbids me such a privilege. Women have had to endure this inconvenience for centuries so I can too. This may not sound a big deal but it is a nuisance and an inconvenience greater than I realized. As Mistress says it is a good regular reminder of my underlying sissy status. I have a ‘man bag’ in which I keep my keys, phone and purse (I am also forbidden a wallet). It has led to some teasing from my work colleagues which I must endure. When I complained to Mistress about the teasing she said I must learn to accept in a spirit of obedience as a demonstration of my love for my wife. After work drinks with colleagues are also forbidden. I have to rush home to get dinner on the table and attend to my other chores.
bimbo rules…
Rules for a bimbo to live by.
1. Make sure your lipstick is red or pink, thick, and a little smeared so as to look as slutty as possible.
2. All men are to get anything they want. period.
3. Being a cum recepticle is an honor, as it shows we have attained the highest role a bimbo can achieve.
4. Gagging is a good thing, but never spit.
5. The sillier and dumber you become, the more valuable you are to a man.
6. Cum addiction is part of a bimbo’s life, so accept it.
7. Smoking looks sexy. Do it and quit complaining.
8. Clothes are not meant to be comfortable for a bimbo, they are meant to make her look slutty.
9. It is okay to be humiliated in front of others. It shows you are a true bimbo.
10. So as not to forget, make sure to get out your bestest lipstick, and write what you are on your forehead. B I M B O
decisions, decisions….
All a bimbo should worry about is…
What lipstick looks sluttiest,
How soon she can give her next blowjob,
What she can do to earn enough money to get bigger implants.
Bimbo Betty <giggles>
feminized to her liking
It started off as just a bit of fun. She said she wanted to see him in her panties. Nigel was shy but she could be very persuasive when she wanted to. He wore the panties and then she wanted him to wear them again. Then she wanted him to wear them all the time.
Now Nigel stood in the kitchen wearing nothing but pale turquoise lace panties that perfectly hugged his bottom. 
He was so used to wearing panties he found them much more comfortable than his old underwear ever was.
“Make me a coffee Nelly,” she called from the kitchen.
Nigel frowned. He didn’t like it when she called him Nelly but she insisted he looked more like a Nelly in his panties than a Nigel. He tossed his head to flick his hair that was now so long it hung down his back. That was another idea of hers. Growing the hair on his head long but shaving off all of his body hair.
“Don’t you see how much better you look in panties with a smooth body,” she explained.
He had to admit, he did look better, and it felt amazing.
She always told him how cute he looked in girls’ underwear he had to admit it really made him feel good to hear it.
“Okay, one coffee coming up,” he called back and he could hear how feminine his voice sounded now. Was that really the way he sounded all the time or just when he was with her? Nigel didn’t know, and, as he moved around the kitchen he realized he didn’t care. She was taking care of him, giving him his vitamins every morning. He felt like he had never felt before.
He found a pretty pink heart-shaped cup and picked up the kettle to boil the water. How did he know that the pink cup was the right one?
As he looked down he caught sight of his smooth chest. He could almost swear he was getting breasts. He giggled to himself. She would say those go with the panties too…
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pink panties
Have you been a good boy, hummmmm….?
Mommy brought a present just for you….
I know your favorite color is pink, here, open your gift!
Try them on for me baby boy….
As you pull off your jeans, I see your small penis growing, ooooo….very nice!
Slip the panties on, don’t be shy honey, mommy likes pink on you….
You look very sexy, very naughty….
They fit you perfectly, your nice small ballsack hides nicely, you look so pretty for mommy….
Don’t touch….
Relax and enjoy the nice feeling, the lacy silk holding your cock in place…..
Give mommy a nice soft kiss, your sweet lips, let me lick them….very nice baby…
I want you to wear them under your slacks when you go into the office today, and when you have to go pee pee….you may pull it out and stroke it…just a little bit! Only if you make sure you sit down when you pee.
You be a good boy now, get dressed and make a lot of money so you can spoil mommy, take me shopping…and as long as you hold it and do not cum at work…..
mommy will buy you the matching bra next time, okay baby boy?
Kiss mommy…..nice…..now off you go!
Remember, mommy loves you….in pink!
Call Mommy Jodi, make sure your have your panties on!
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my mall experience
My addiction was getting worse. I had to dress like a slut and go out almost daily now dressed like a woman. What was I becoming? Yes, I loved to dress up and feel feminine, but now it was turning into much more. I woke imagining I was a busty bimbo. I daydreamed regularly that my tits were bigger and bigger. I found that in my free time at work, I was looking for sexier high heels and slutty wigs to order. I thought often about what it would be like to have to suck cock.
Still, it was all pretend until Saturday last month. I awoke in the usual manner and went out to do errands. When I was almost finished I got that “urge” to dress up. I kept all my things in my car. By tight tops, several sexy high heels, lipstick, wigs, skirts and everything that I needed.
I pulled into a very busy shopping center and put on my things in my car. Once I was fully dressed, I got up the courage to walk outside and see how far I could make myself go before turning back.
One row of cars, two, three. Now my heart was racing. Could I make myself go a few rows of cars further? Could I force myself to walk closer to the mall entrance? As my heart pounded, I told myself I just had to go twenty more steps. As I walked closer towards the mall entrance, more and more people were appearing! I could hear only the sound of my clicking five-inch black stilettos. I almost stopped and turned around except I looked down and saw how sexy my lovely boobs were, protruding from the tightest little blouse. It gave me courage to go still further!
I now found myself just one row of cars from the entrance! Only 20 feet from walking inside the busy mall! I am certain that people saw me standing there. Then, I decided that I could not go no further, so I turned around to walk back. Just as I turned around, standing there were five college-age guys! The only thing I could do was turn back towards the mall and…..walk in!
How terrifying! I was perspiring and my heart was beating rapidly. I felt as though I had stopped breathing. I walked up to the door and found myself inside the mall! With people everywhere, I decided I would hide by finding a section of the store filled with clothing. “There, I was safe!” I told myself while standing in the midst of racks of dresses. Suddenly, an older female clerk walked over to me and said “Can I help you ma am?” MAAM! Oh dear! She thought I was a woman! I quickly grabbed two or three dresses and walked to the dressing room to get away from her, planning on dropping them and heading out. Then, she appeared in front of me! “Would you like to try those on?” All I could do was nod. I found myself walking into the women’s dressing room with these dresses in my hand.
I didn’t know what to do so I just started trying them on. The last one fit and was so pretty. It was a red and white shimmery short dress which made my boobs look amazing! I decided I just had to buy it, so I took it to the counter and made my purchase. I felt so happy to have shopped as a woman and finding a dress I liked.
I would have to do this again soon!
In modern times it is probably just because Halloween is a day when it is okay to ignore the conventions of society and be whoever or whatever you want.
Historically, cross-dressing for celebrations, or ‘trading places’ (like servants and masters switching roles for a day), was fairly common.
With surveys and polls indicating that approximately 10% of the male population crossdresses to some extent on a regular basis, it isn’t any surprise that most of these (who are heterosexual) use Halloween as the excuse to come out of their closets once a year. It’s the one time of the year when anyone who has a desire to do so can “be themselves” without the usual societal reprisals.
What’s SAD about it is that these crossdressers are totally misunderstood by the vast majority and all too often are erroneously linked to the gay community. In reality 90% of all crossdressers are totally heterosexual with no desires or intentions of being anything else.
So let’s go gurls, get on your prettiest/sluttiest outfit you have. Don’t forget your heels and your wig, if your gonna play the part your gonna have to look the part. Need help with shaving your legs or putting on your stockings or garters. Maybe even give you some make up tips. Give us a call, we will gladly help you bring out that bimbo in you!
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