I know, I know, but…

This is not autobiographical, mostly. I wrote this to see if I could write a story with no dialog and have it be good. It’s a story, it has no dialog but I leave it to you to tell me if it is good or not.

One Sissy’s Story

It felt like hearing nails on a chalkboard all the time. There was something fundamentally wrong with the whole world and I didn’t know how to fix it.
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Reclaiming the Sissy

My weekend was over. Part of me was relieved and part of me was disappointed.

In my time just being alive, I had heard the term “sweet torture”. I had never truly understood what that particular phrase meant, until I had my first weekend. After that time, I took the panties back to the NCO barracks and kept them. During inspections, I would wear them so that the First Sergeant wouldn’t find them.
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Sissy’s Release

“Now that you are dressed properly, come and we will talk.”

I had some trouble walking in lower heels than normal, but I manfully (ha) managed to navigate from the changing area to the kitchen again. My head was still spinning from what I saw in the mirror, but I would have to deal with it.
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Sissy Stifled

I reported for morning formation at 0700. While part of my mind was on what I was doing, PT is pretty mindless. Yelling the cadence wasn’t something that took up a lot of my mental faculties. I put my body and my voice on autopilot and turned my attention to the past weekend.

There where a lot of thing I needed to consider. Mistress was correct, I didn’t know what I wanted to gain from my exploration. I knew that I enjoyed dressing up, but I also knew that I didn’t look as much like a girl as I wanted to when I finally got the clothes on. I had to make some decisions.
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Sissy’s Debut

I had finally decided to focus on some sort of administrative MOS. While filing and forms were a part of what I did now, there were a lot of other things that you needed to know to survive in an office situation.

I felt like a living cliché. A man who wants to be a woman, joined the Army, now studying to be a secretary. Yeah, puts a whole different spin on the “office couch.”
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Sissy’s Interlude

Mistress had turned me over to a lady at the lingerie store. I didn’t know how to react. Part of me was mortified, part of me burning from embarrassment, and part of me was reveling in this chance that I had always dreamed of.

The people who were in the store weren’t really paying attention to me, which was a relief. I could only imagine the panic if someone realized that a man was in here.
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