“Learner Sissy” was written by one of my devoted Sissies, Sissy Treacle Gurl. If you would like to submit a blog post/article/or story for my website, email me your piece, and I’ll handle the rest.

I was panicking and so embarrassed. Ms Divine kept eyeing me with an amused expression. I urgently wanted to get out of sight, so I awkwardly dived behind the armrest of one of the sofas and curled up into a ball. She laughed again, even more loudly than last time. ‘I can see why your Mother brought you to me, ’ she mused. I heard the sound of keys, and then the door closed and locked. Ms Divine sighed and gracefully walked towards the wardrobe. From across the room, she spoke to me. There’s no hiding, Sissy. You know what you are; you’ve just proved it. No one made you put on those panties; you did it all by yourself. I am the Sissy Whisperer, and I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. I listened intently, feeling the authority with which she spoke. I kept quiet, knowing I had no defence. The Sissy Whisperer continued, ‘I will show you again, sweet pea, that all you are is a Sissy’. Then she flung open the wardrobe doors to reveal a multitude of feminine clothes and accessories. There were silky outfits, bright satin gowns, ruffled nightwear, wigs, and delicate lingerie galore. My eyes widened, and my mouth fell open. Ms Divine looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. 

I couldn’t quite believe what was happening. I felt a mixture of shame, anxiety, and elation. Ms Divine left the wardrobe doors open and had elegantly taken a seat on one of the burgundy sofas. I could hear her smile as she spoke, ‘Did you know that those panties you’re wearing are part of an outfit? That’s right. It’s here in this wardrobe. Her tone of voice was subtle and encouraging. I began to calm down and had started to accept the situation; there seemed no escape. Slowly, I stood up from behind the sofa and turned to face the Sissy Whisperer. She looked up at me and beamed, then she cooed, ‘ There you are Sissy’. Feeling her gaze, I took a shameful step from behind the sofa. ‘Sissy, are those men’s clothes?’ she said disapprovingly and was pointing at the shirt and socks I was still wearing. I looked down at myself and then up at the wardrobe; it looked so inviting. After a moment of hesitation, I took off the last man’s clothes in defeat and stood before Ms Divine in nothing but my pink panties. ‘That’s much better Sissy’, my heart fluttered, and I couldn’t help but smile weakly. Ms Divine noticed, then she smiled before sighing deeply and relaxing into the sofa. I stood unmoving in my panties and felt like I was waiting for her instructions. She placed a hand on her brow, put her feet on the pouffe, and then looked me up and down. With a point of her finger gestured for me to approach the wardrobe. 

Surprising myself, I quickly obeyed; it didn’t feel like refusing the Sissy Whisperer was an option I had. With each step forward, the fluffy carpet found its way between my toes. I could feel the ruffles of my panties as my hips began to sway naturally. The shock of being exposed was fading; I had started to take comfort in my humiliation. As I reached the wardrobe, my pulse raced at the sight of so many pretty and feminine things. I paused and looked back at Ms Divine, who was watching me closely. ‘What are you waiting for, Sissy?’ she said with satisfaction. I turned to face the wardrobe again, and with a trembling hand, I picked off the rack a pink ruffled dress. It had a sweetheart neckline with a pleated lace trim. The skirt was tiered and flouncy; best of all, the frills matched my panties. ‘Good choice, ’ said the Sissy Whisperer. ‘Bring it here, come on. Obediently, I brought the dress I’d chosen for Ms Divine to inspect. ‘This will do nicely, ’ she added, ‘now stand on the pouffe and let me see you wear it. It felt good, even instinctive, to obey Ms Divine as I took a step onto the pouffe. She kept watching me from the sofa as I lowered the dress over my head. My male ego slipped away as the dress came to rest on my hips, and I began to straighten the ruffles and, for a moment, felt true bliss. ‘I told you, Sissy, let’s see a twirl,’ she said. Stood in the centre of the room on the pouffe with my humiliation complete, I saw no reason to resist and began to twirl so the skirt lifted revealing my panties. When I came to a stop, I was facing the mirror, except there was no mirror. Instead, there was now a glass window into another room, and in it, looking back at me with a shocked expression was my Mother.