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This is the problem with sissies not locked in chastity. They love the girly clothes – mincing around in high heels and frilly dresses. They love the way they feel an look. It turns them on beyond belief. But most of all they live the way their useless appendages feel through the sheer nylon of their pantyhose or the soft, smooth satin of their panties. They can’t help themselves. Sissies ate generally lifelong, compulsive masturbators. Inevitably this will happen. Cum all over its pantyhose and But most of all they live the way their useless appendages feel through the sheer nylon of their pantyhose or the soft, smooth satin of their panties. They can’t help themselves. Sissies ate generally lifelong, compulsive masturbators. Inevitably this will happen.panties. Suddenly with its sexual tension and arousal spent, it sees itself not as the beautiful girl; the erotic fantasy it dressed up to be – but rather it sees itself as the rest of the world sees it: a sad pathetic specimen of a male, dressed upon women’s clothing. It is suddenly overcome by feelings of revulsion and self loathing. It can not remove the women’s clothing quickly enough. It wipes off its makeup and removes its nail polish. Suddenly, it is a ‘real man’ again. For the umpteenth/hundredth/thousandth time it tells itself this has been the last time. It is now cured of this perverse curiosity… Until, maybe a few hours later…when it sees an attractive young woman that turns it on. But unlike the ‘normal’ or ‘real man’ it has been masquerading as, it doesn’t want to have her. It wants to be her. It is aroused not by the woman, but by how she is dressed. It is aroused by how her pantyhose sheath her legs. It wants to feel that soft friction on its own legs. It sees the outline of her lace trimmed bra. It wants to feel the tightness of that bra around its own chest. It sees the way in which her stiletto heels shape her long legs and f***e a very feminine mince. It wants to hear the lick of those heels on its own feet and be f***ed into a diminutively feminine mince. It sees the soft satin sheen of her blouse and wants to feel that around its own body. It sees her shiny red lipstick and imagines the taste if that on its own lips. It wants to slip into her body and feel every sensation that she is experiencing. Suddenly, that urge to dress up is back. As soon as it can, it will be dressing upas closely to how she is dressed, as it can. With a sense of guilt and shame, that is overridden by the arousal of wanting to dress like her, it is back in front of the makeup mirror; it is again pulling a clean pair of pantyhose up its legs and fastening the clasps of a bra around its chest. Suddenly, it is again standing before a mirror, imagining itself to be her. It begins to masturbate imagining itself to be feeling her sexual pleasure. This is the perpetual cycle of shame and humiliation and excitement and arousal a sissy goes through. By association, the shame and humiliation eventually become an essential aspect of the erotic excitement and arousal. The fact is, that for most of us; for most crossdressers and transvestites, the journey into full blown sissyhood is inevitable. It had already began with that first, seemingly harmless innocent act of curiosity, of slipping into a pair of pantyhose or panties to see what it felt like.The reality is that we have taken the first step in a lifelong journey that will, for much of our lives be characterised by guilt, denial, shame, secretiveness and deception of ourselves, our friends, our families and our wives and partners. We are not good lovers. Some of us are born physically inadequate. But most of us are just sexually inadequate because of our sexual psyche. We marry women or establish relationships in the hope – the naïve belief that I lives will then normalise.In fact, it gets worse. The the crossdresser, the transvestite, the evolving sissy needs the ubiquitous presence of women’s clothes around the house like an alcoholic needs to live n a liquor store. Very few of us ever confess to our partners. Of those that do, most end up in divorce or separation. Some find tolerance. Even fewer find understanding and acceptance. For most of us it is a lifetime of hiding clothes, of deceit and denial. We are perpetually finding reasons to be out or away on business trips so we can dress up. Most of us become chronic masturbators as we lie in hotel rooms masturbating into our women’s clothes in that perpetual cycle of arousal-dress-up – masturbation – denial. Our wives and partners are nearly always left disappointed, frustrated and, often, worse. The need to be seen dressed up, together with the need for arousal by humiliation that has built up over the years, drives many of us to seek out professional dominas – an expensive and mostly disappointing exercise. Most dominas are in it for the money and don’t really fuck with our minds in the way we are looking for. Many of us develop start to go to adult cinemas, gay bars, places where we feel people like us will be accepted. This is ironic given that we start off with an intense interest in women, not men. Whether we are attracted to men or not, many of us end up on our stockinged knees sucking cock – just once…out of curiosity. Of course it was. Just like that first step into a pair of pantyhose! Some of us find we actually enjoy the experience. Some of us just think it is one thing that women do. Some of us crave the arousal of the shame and humiliation we experience being ‘made’ to suck a real man’s cock. But doesn’t make us sissies or ‘faggots’. Of course not Until one day we find ourselves dressed up in a ridiculous prissy feminine outfit, our painted faces pressed into a pillow as a real man sodomises us; pumping his cum into our pathetic sissy loins; ramming whatever residual nano molecules of masculinity might still be left in us, into oblivion. Suddenly the soul destroying reality overcomes us. Poof! We are sissies. We always were sissies. There is no going back. Our sexual pleasure is irrelevant. We are the bottom of the sexual food chain, to be used and abused and humiliated. If we are to experience sexual climax, it should be vicariously, through the climax of another. Allowing the sissy a sexual climax only causes it to, temporarily, lose its sexual impulses and intense submissiveness. It is not a man. It failed at that. So it does not need me genitals. Totally redundant and useless. It does not have a vagina, so it is not a woman. It is a sexual ambiguity – an androgynous neuter living in the half-light between male and female. The sissy is there to be used and abused by others, at the will, in a manner, time and place of the other’s choosing. It’s role is not to masturbate itself to orgasm like the pansy in the picture. It only makes the sissy less compliant and submissive and kicks off another futile cycle of self-loathing and denial and posturing as a real man – until the inevitable happens a few hours later. The sooner a sissy is locked into permanent chastity, the sooner it will no longer feel the need to masquerade as man and deceive itself and others, the sooner it will come to terms with the fact that it is and always will be a sissy, a weak and malleable submissive and a faggot. And the sooner the sissy will realise that that the only orgasm it should ever experience is that which another has in its mouth, on its tongue, over its face and up anal passage. And maybe it will save a few women being cruelly deceived by sissies in self denial.