Further confessions of sissy gina

This is sissy gina, an utterly sissy male. I sit writing this blog wearing panties, a garter belt with stockings, bra, slip, and 5” high heels. I’m a real fairy sissy boy and absolutely delight in the experience as a transvestite sissy.

I am a submissive sissy male and as such I am unable to please a woman as a man. What woman would want an effeminate man like me who wears lingerie all the time and tries to look and act like her? From now on I will no long have sex with a woman as a man. I will only have sex while wearing feminine attire and trying to look as girly as possible. The only people that could possible want someone like me are dominants who like to use little pantywaist fairies like me for their pleasure without me receiving any reciprocation. In truth, that is what I want. I like being a sissy. I like being called a fairy, pantywaist, faggot, sissy boy because I am. I like wearing women’s clothes and wish I could get rid of all my male clothes. Half the clothes I wear now as a male are women’s clothes. I want to progress that so that I would wear only women’s clothes even as a male, and then desiring to transition to ever more feminine styles. I want to wear the most frilly femme styles to show the world what a sissy male I really am. I wish I had the nerve to go out as a male in a little girl dress with petticoats. That would be the ultimate humiliation for me. As a pathetic sissy, I deserve to be humiliated and laughed at. It is embarrassing but the humiliation will further break my remaining male ego so that I become a more feminine and compliant pantywaist. I just know that if I am subjected to further sissification I will be a better person because my male ego will be crushed, so I can have a nice quiet feminine demeanor and get along better with all people.

I dedicate my sissification to the glory of Goddess Pagan and Mystress Gypsy. They insure that I recognize myself as a worthless sissy male and promote my further sissification. I work to do things which feminize me and to continually please these two wonderful Queens.

Reunion

Have you ever bumped into old friends from school, after not having seen them in ages, only to realise that they'd grown and moved on, whilst you were just as immature, silly, and naive as you ever were?

Well, i did last weekend. i was out drinking with a group of friends, and we bumped into several girls we used to know who'd all gone travelling for a year after finishing university. They looked stunning, and there was a maturity in their eyes i'd never seen there before.

True, i was told by one that "you look like a man now, not just the boy i remember from school," but it wasn't long before i was mooney-eyed and staring at them with the same sort of daydreaming, vacant stare that i used to use so ineffectually back in high school.

Still, we were talking, and the best-looking of the three was definately being very flirty with me, so i was happy! In the end we went back to one of the lad's houses to continue the night, and the girls came back with us. All i could think about was how gorgeous they were, and how lovely their feet looked. (They'd taken off their shoes after entering the house.)

After a while the beautiful blonde complained of her feet aching, and told the lad whose house it was to "give her a foot rub." He was tentative at first, but slowly began to do it, going along with her 'joke.' Needless to say my ears and eyes had noticably perked up the minute foot massaging was mentioned, and all i could do was watch enviously whilst he caressed her delicious toes and she made moaning noises of contented pleasure.

in the end the lad decided the joke had gone on long enough and stopped, and the blonde came over to sit on the floor by me. She said her feet was cold, and told me to feel them! I was in Heaven for the 10 seconds or so she let me feel her feet, and i think i was on the verge of suggesting i take over the massaging until another male friend spoke up...

"You should use him as a footstool, i always do."

And it was true, too...he had actually 'jokingly' used me as a footstool several times, but the minute he opened his mouth i knew i couldn't make any kind of foot worship suggestion without raising even more problematic questions. As it was i had to bluster something about "that was only a few times, and we were just messin around" and then i quickly changed the subject.

i spend the rest of the night watching sadly as the blonde had her feet briefly massaged again, and then just walked around in her lovely bare feet for the rest of the night.

ever since, i've just been spellbound thinking of her! Argh!

whiner.

belated posting from whiner

Hello All!

Welcome to my portion of this diary devoted to the worship and adoration of Mystress Gypsy and Goddess Pagan. i wish i could say i had lots and lots to say, but to be honest i'm really, truly hopeless at online diaries. i make shithead look like Shakespeare, that's how bad i am!

i'd like to thank both of the Ladies for allowing me the honour of praising Them in the public forum...after all, They deserve to be known throughout the land as the true Deities They are, and all men should bow before Them and beg to lick the dirt from beneath Their heels.

The day i first met Mystress Gypsy, and made my tentative first steps into Their Queendom, was the happiest of my life, and the years i've spent serving Them on Their forum and obeying Their orders has been the most fulfilled period of my existence.

Not a day goes by that i don't thank the stars for putting such models of Female Perfection on the planet, and granting me the good fortune of being able to serve Them and bow before Them. Just to know that i've pleased either of these Beautiful creatures is a joy beyond measure or equal.

whiner.

sissy gina now dedicated to Goddess Pagan & Mystress Gypsy

Let it be known to all that I am an ultra femme sissy male known as sissy gina. I acknowledge I am not a real man and must accept that I am really a pantywaist sissy male, pansy, fairy, sissy boy, or whatever other derogatory social term is applied to me. This is my nature and I deeply desire, and will pursue further sissification of my mind and body.

My sissification requires that in addition to accepting myself as a sissy that I remove my male thoughts and feelings or anything else connected with my male persona. I must think and do everything as femininely as possible. As a sissy I understand my place and purpose in life is to serve and make more pleasurable and amusing the lifestyle of women and real men, no matter how humiliating or embarrassing it may be at times.

I have been working to be more effeminate in basic look, attire, and deportment whether presenting myself as a male or female. My body is shaved as a woman’s, my eyebrows plucked, facial hair removed by electrolysis, and nails kept long. A previous mistress pushed in into wearing women’s lingerie at all times so now I always wear women’s panties. Under my male attire I usually wear pantyhose or stockings and garter belt. I often also wear a corset and/or a lacey camisole. Of course I wear only women’s socks and typically wear women’s shoes in a man’s style when dressed as a male. I wear women’s Dockers or jeans for casual wear. In short, I now live by a rule whereby at least half my clothing items must be women’s at all times.

At other times I go out dressed completely as a woman and pass well in public. I absolutely love going out and being a woman and love shopping, clubs, and the theater. Even though I pass well in public, I know deep down I am a sissy and that imitating a woman is the best I can hope to achieve.

As I sit here as a male in lacey lingerie and high heels, I sissy gina, acknowledge Goddess Pagan and Mystress Gypsy as my Mistresses, whom I shall strive to please. They have directed me to present this blog for the benefit of their pleasure. I find it quite humiliating to confess my effeminate and submissive sissy nature to all, but am hoping my Mistresses will receive pleasure from my submission and humiliation.

Deep curtsey,

sissy gina