A Visit from a Sissy’s Fairy Godmother
Hi I’m Treacle, I’ve always been a Sissy, but I began practicing it 5 years ago, and started listening to Ms Divine 2 years ago, so glad to be here with you all x
In my journey to becoming a Sissy, a night came when I had made the choice as I slept, that this is what I wanted. I knew I didn’t have what it took to be a man, and I admired and wanted to emulate women not date them. I felt I was missing some very needed parental guidance, but I had no one to ask. With these thoughts I had gone to bed, and laying semi-conscious I was visited by my Fairy Godmother.
I had my eyes closed laying in bed with my head on the pillow. I wore a cosy dressing gown and was breathing softly waiting for sleep to come. When I felt a presence, it was warm, and somehow maternal. I lay still as this visitor did not feel like a stranger. With my eyes kept shut I listened for any clues as to who this was and why they would want to find me here. I then realised I had worn my blossom pink gown to bed, for a flicker of a moment I thought I should hide from my guest in embarrassment. The feeling quickly passed.
Now I felt a sudden reassurance that for the lesson I was about to be given, I was appropriately dressed.
My resolute listening was then rewarded. It was either the sound of a distant waterfall or a breeze through trees, I’m still not sure, but it had an irresistible calmness. It then felt that what was about to happen was for my own good. Questions I once had, about my place in the world would now be answered. My soft breathing stopped as above the waterfall I heard my visitor greeting me. ‘Hello sweetpea’, said a woman’s voice.
I curled into a ball and froze, and dared not to move again. The voice was so rich. It was like honey, unmistakably feminine but also uncompromising. A Georgian accent that radiated knowledge. I felt subordinate somehow, and knew to give the voice my best attention. In a moment, I had shrunk, been emasculated, and felt comforted, after only a few words spoken. With hesitation I relaxed, and the voice continued, ‘I’ve seen you struggling, don’t pretend, I know. It seems a waste to me. It’s past time to make your choice’.
With all the confidence of an Alpha speaking to a Beta, my Fairy Godmother had come to explain what the choice was.
I could either wake up as a real man, or as Sissy. Which on reflection was no choice at all, but she bayed me listen first before deciding. If I chose to wake up a real man then I would put on my male work clothes and start my day, and everyday, being macho and rugged. I would spend my energy being strong and red-blooded. Eventually I would find a wife and father a family, and be elevated in society. I would regularly be in charge of things and be responsible for them. I’d grow muscly, and work to provide and protect. This would earn me respect. Then my Fairy Godmother warned, that for all of this I would be a lonely imposter.
If I chose to wake as a Sissy, I would put on panties and start my day, and everyday, being effeminate. I would learn how to do makeup, nails, and style hair. I’d throw out all my male clothes and only wear women’s clothing. I’d be attracted to men, and be friends with women. I’d have no wife and no one to protect or provide for. I’d be weak and soft, and want to please Alphas. I’d have no respect, instead leaning to know my place and be a better, obedient, crossdressing slut. Then my Fairy Godmother said that although this is not the future anyone had wanted or planned for me, that I would still be happy in it.
Having heard and understood the options, I curled tighter into a ball.
‘I don’t know what to do’, I whispered. I then could hear my Fairy Godmother smile as she said with her honey voice, ‘Here’s the thing, sweetpea, and you need to remember this, it’s essential. No matter what you do to make yourself at peace with yourself, it is going to hurt someone’.
I woke up slowly and stretched. After looking around the bedroom I sat up and thought about the night that had passed. Then quietly I found my feet and approached the chest of draws that was open. I lifted out a clean pair of pink cotton panties and felt the softness with my fingers. I nodded once, and one leg at a time, slipped them on. I looked down, and with my finger brushed a tough of hair around my ear and smiled.