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It’s Better This Way

To the outside observer, as a sissy, I might appear to be troubled. That used to be true, thinking back to all the inner conflict. So much of my energy has been wasted trying to be what others wanted. To the vanilla world, it makes no sense that a man would want to forfeit their masculinity and be a sissy. I’ve grown up with a tidal wave of pressure to live the life of a traditional Alpha male, even if it’s not what Mother Nature had planned for me. At the cost of feeling like an imposter, I had tried to make everyone else happy with a charade, but as Ms Divine would say, ‘once a sissy, always a sissy’. Being a man felt so wrong; it made me sick inside, and I was very unhappy. Eventually, I had to admit the truth. I am not a man, or a woman, I am a sissy. Finally, I have learned to take ownership of my sissy identity. I used to refuse it, but now it has become important to be my best sissy self. Getting to this point of acceptance had taken a lot of thought. It wasn’t only one thing.

There are plenty of reasons why I am a sissy; here are some of those. 

Although assigned male at birth, from a young age, I felt happier in feminine clothing. Before my misadventures dating women, I was wearing panties and knew I couldn’t be a real man. The thought of wearing panties should have repelled me, but like a little fly drawn to a bright light, I kept on going back. I had worn my sister’s panties, then my mother’s, then my girlfriend’s, my auntie’s, my friend’s wife’s. This couldn’t continue; I knew what I was doing was wrong. I felt like I was betraying them, and I felt ashamed and desperate. It was here that being a sissy stopped being a frantic opportunity, as I had begun buying and wearing my own panties. It felt right for me, and I decided one night to purge all my male underwear and commit to the lifestyle of a sissy. There was no…