The Grateful Bridesmaid
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
First and foremost, I am and always have been a sissy. It’s not something I can escape, but for a long time I had fought with myself and lived in denial. I spent years pretending, trying, and failing to be a masculine man that a woman would want as a husband. Many relationships I had ended poorly when, with some agony, they would explain to me that I was simply not what they were looking for. It didn’t matter how many times and in how many ways I would try my best to impress, the result was always the same. Eventually, I decided to give up the charade. I had accepted my sissy life, it was then that I learned that I was wanted by a woman, but for a very different purpose.
My final attempt to be husband material ended when I had at last broke down and confessed to the woman I was seeing that I was a sissy.
She was angry with me for not being honest and for wasting her time. I felt ashamed, and apologised for misleading her, it was miserable. Our romantic relationship had ended, but despite my fraud, we kept in contact. As time passed, we forgot that we had ever dated. She had become someone I asked for advice as I embraced the lifestyle of a sissy. What did she thinking of these outfits? Which makeup should I buy? What should I say to this guy on Grindr? Soon, she began to share with me too, and in this way we became friends.
She had found a new man, who was not at all like me.
He had a deep voice, had a no nonsense attitude, demanded respect, and had an athletic build. I couldn’t help but feel feminine around him. He and I rarely spoke, and he tolerated me as he knew I was openly a sissy. The day came when she told me that they would be getting married. I congratulated her and said they would make each other happy. Then she had a request, that I attend the wedding as one of her bridesmaids. I thought for a moment, and wondered how life had led me to this, but there were no secrets anymore, and so I accepted.
She was a beautiful bride, her white dress was elegant and graceful.
She beamed when she saw me wearing what she had chosen, a pink sleeveless bridesmaid’s gown. I congratulated her again and complimented her on being a magnificent bride. ‘You look cute too’, she said and laughed when she saw me blush. Then she added ‘Have you kissed your manhood goodbye? Makeup, nail polish, heels, and a cute dress is your future now’. I nodded, as we both swished to join the ceremony. She had made it sound like a punishment, but it did not feel like one to me. The thought that filled me up as I witnessed their getting married, was not that I HAD to be a sissy, but that I GET to be a sissy.
Now with her husband, she would get to live her best life.
Later they would go and do Alpha things together whilst I would learn how to be a better sissy. The thought of this made me smile. All the reasonability I used to feel to be a man was gone, there was no more heartache, instead a sense of relief. In my bridesmaid’s dress everything felt right with the world, all at once I relaxed and sighed having accepted my place. As I watched the bride and groom kiss and drive away I felt safe, feminine, accepted, valued, celebrated, tamed, and grateful.