I know, I know, but…

A Whole New Sissy

The sages of the past who said “time heals all wounds” may have been spouting a platitude, but it turns out that they were right, damn them.

The more time that passed the less the “faggot” comment hurt. I could even laugh about it.

Mistress was great about it. She helped me deal with the problems that arose in my own head that stemmed from the comment. I wasn’t as upset to be thought of as a homosexual, as I was about being spotted as a guy in drag. The fears that flowed from that issue were numerous.
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Sissy and the Army

It was every nightmare I had come true. In the middle of everything I loved and enjoyed, it all came crashing down to call me back out into combat.

We got back to Mistress’ house and I raced inside. I crossed the threshold to the back and my wig was off. I had enough respect for it to put it on the dummy head where it should be. I started stripping out of my clothes quickly. Off came the blouse, then the skirt, the shoes, the girdle, the bra and then the breast forms.
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Sissy Captured

I was in my barracks and getting dressed for formation. For the five hundredth time I wished I dared wear my panties instead of these bikini briefs. The tighty-whiteys that were issued (in reality grungy-greenies for the OD green color) didn’t feel right or make me happy to have them on, mainly because of how badly they hurt and fit.

When I say hurt I mean that they were rough as hell. I have no idea why women’s panties were soft and heavenly and males’ underwear was so scratchy and rough, but they were. It couldn’t be the washing, I always use fabric softener, yet the tactile difference was notable.
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Sissy’s Trial

I was impressed by how well Sissy was doing. It was an intense scene; spanking and really mind fucking the client. Sissy was my main canvas now.

I had the flogger in my hand, and it sounded divine. I would hit Sissy’s back, on the shoulders and she would squeal like it really hurt her. This flogger had loops on the ends instead of tips, so the two strips of leather hitting each other would make a huge “POP” and sound as though it really hurt, yet the actual hit was relatively light.
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Sissy’s Recovery

The next several days were very hard for me. The duty in the Army wasn’t hard, but it was difficult changing back into my “he self” after the scene the other night. I felt different, as thought I had completed some rite of passage. Coming down from that took discipline that I knew I had, but that I felt very reluctant to use.

I threw myself into my work. There was always training to do, skills to be honed, competitions to hold and the other ordinary activities of a platoon of warriors. I continued to supervise people, take care of arguments as they happened, all the while continuing to keep my body in top male physical form every day.
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Sissy Destroyed

The party was great. Halloween was my favorite time because you could be whomever you wanted to be, your wildest fantasy come true. The humblest, most repressed person could step out as the most bizarre, most brazen, most outrageous creature they could imagine without fear of persecution.

I knew enough now that I passed easily as a woman. Things might have been different several months ago, but not now.
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