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?
Fall of my Masculinity Part 1 Chapter oneFall of my Masculinity Part 1 by LittleMissAries
When I got home from school on Friday I walked into my house expecting to find my Mother home like she always was. I walked into the kitchen and found a note sitting on the table. It read, "I won't be home until Sunday evening. There is some food in the freezer that you can make yourself and make sure you go to bed on time, Love Mom." She must be trying to finish her clients painting before the dead line. I was sometime left alone for full weekends because she would work none stop. She was a painter and a very good one as well. She made a profit by taking commissions from people, and they were not cheap. I began to smile. This was great news. I had the whole house to myself for the weekend and knew exactly what to do.
I ran upstairs as quickly as I could. I opened the door to my Mothers room and stepped inside and breathed in that familiar scent and my heart began to quicken. Just the thought of what I was going to do in my Mothers room c
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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