I'm completely new to blogging so please be patient.
I suppose I should begin by explaining just why I'm even starting this blog, I'm a sissy crossdresser and have been for about four years now. I'm not trying to emulate a real woman, or become one. I'm a male who wears the most feminine clothes I can find, usually pink and frilly, but always very very girly.
My heels are always very high so I have to teeter and mince around the place, making my usually short skirts jump and swish to reveal my panties for everyone to see. I answer to the name Candi and always wear quite big, bimbo-style bosoms. Wigs in an assortment of colours but mostly blonde or pink.
I'm sitting here in front of my computer today in a teensy grey pleated skirt, candystripe pink blouse and black stockings. Sky-high 8"heels, pink bra and blonde wig complete the ensemble. I'm conscious I can hardly see the keyboard past my enormous diddies and I'm constantly correcting typos because I can't touch type.
I'm also very aware that skin is all tingly because I just shaved my whole body and it feels so deliciously smooth and girly. I am allowed to keep a tiny landing strip for my Mistress's amusement, she says a lot of men shave completely nowadays so my bikini line will be even more embarrassing if I'm caught with my panties down.
Earlier today I was terribly aware of how my flaccid little thingy was squeezing in between my legs and it felt so smooth and small. I wondered why I do this, what makes me want to dress up as a sissy secretary and go about my day dressed up in the girliest ways. I have to admit, it's because I like it. No, that's not the whole story, I really like it. It's who I've become, a submissive crossdressing sissy.
So how did I come to this?
It all started, innocently enough, one Valentine's Day, I'd bought my girlfriend what I thought were some very sexy pants but
she went ballistic and was ranting on that she wasn't a slut, etc. As I tried
to justify my gift by saying I thought they looked pretty she said I should wear them then, we've all done it at some
times. Immediately she felt me through the satin her mood changed, she got very
turned on and assertive, she was calling me her little toy, slut, sissy and
made me eat her like a girlfriend until my tongue was tired. Then she put me
across her knee and spanked me for being too easy!! She said I should be glad
there would be one slut in our relationship....I didn't know it was gonna be
me!
The very next night she turned up with a stack of undies in bright colours,
mostly pink, and made me model every pair. She rubbed me through every one then
made me wash them all by hand, she even brought her own and I had to wash them
too!! It was pretty nerve racking standing at the kitchen sink in front of a
window with only pink frillies on. Finally I had to wash the pants she was
wearing with my tongue, and she was very exacting I can tell you.
After that it
was no sex unless I was in cute knickers and then I had to try stockings so she
could feel me up in them too. I was ordered to buy six-inch heeled shoes, I
can't tell you what it was like in the shop having to try them on. My first
night in them I was teetering around in front of Mistress in stockings and
panties while she had a friend over to watch shemale porn and compare me with
the models. I don't think I could get any redder! Now I have dresses and skirts
and am under instruction to build up my wardrobe, Mistress doesn't want the guy
I was anymore, just her sissy Candi available all the time!!!
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