Ok so I started this page for all us Sissy boys and girls so we could share stories, art, etc. What I'd really like to see is a whole butt load of members by the end of the month! think we can do it?
My Crossdressing Story: Part 1(Author's note: I am writing this at the age of 27, on Monday 26th March, 2018. While it might seem to be a far-fetched account, what you read is true. Everything happened. While I try to write an unbiased entry of my life, some of what I have written might sound biased. I shall leave you, the reader, to make up your own mind.)My Crossdressing Story: Part 1 by TerraZero20
It started when I was eleven years old, my fascination for girl's clothing and crossdressing that is. I remember watching my older sister Katie walk around in skirts, dresses, blouses, all clothing that was infinitely better than anything I wore. It looked nicer, and when I hugged Katie, her clothes felt nicer against my skin, a lot nicer. There were times when I was left on my own in the house; my parents were either at work or out for the afternoon, and my sister was visiting her friends. I had freedom of the house, and since my fascination started, I had only wanted to do one thing: try on my sister's clothing.
Many would have found it weird, an eleven ye
Sister's Little PrincessSister's Little Princess by StickySteph
Sister's Little Princess
I had always been curious about my sister's bedroom. Whenever her friends came over, they would rush up the stairs and slam the door behind them, engaging in secretive girl business. Whenever I tried to join in, she would defiantly throw me against the wall and declare the place 'off limits' to people such as myself. What kind of person was I?
I was a boy.
Banished from these lands, I would never get to experience such amazing things as make-up, gossip, and whatever girls do that makes them so damn loud and annoying. Day after day, I'd see my sister leave her room, the heavy smell of girl closely following her. We'd make eye contact, and she'd step back and slam her door. Out comes the key, in it goes to the lock. The place was a land of mystery.
A mystery, until today.
After having a generously long bathroom break from my homework, I stepped over to the sink to wash my hands. Through the door, I could hear the muffled sounds of a minor commotion
The Secret StashThe Secret Stash by StickySteph
James was running out of time. It was already 9:00pm, and he didn't have enough money to buy a ticket to the dance. How else would he get to dance with Cindy and tell her how he really felt about her? There wouldn't be another chance classes will be over soon and he needed an excuse to talk to her. The dance would be perfect; he could be inches away from her and tell her his innermost feelings without a fear of reprisal. It had to be tonight.
He also had to get $10 somehow! But from where? His change jar had been empty for quite some time, in a similar fashion to his wallet. Mom and Dad had gone out for the night, and sis was probably already at the school. Dammit, 9:05! If he doesn't get there soon, Cindy might slow dance with someone else and take off before he even gets there! James was rapidly becoming desperate, he needed $10!
As he was frantically scouring his room for any change he could find, James noticed that his sisters' door was open down the hall. Hey, that's it! Sis
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