My Sissy Period Piece

[ReneDescartes]

Hi (curtsies to all and sundry). I’m starting this on day three so I apologize to all and sundry. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do! Please just blame it on a clueless newbie. Pretty please? And if you decide to spank me I promise not to use the word, ****, even if the paddle you use is made of it!

Day Three

What a day--I changed tampons at Burger King!

The day started pretty normal. Took a couple of Midol and preceded with the usual morning douche. One quart. Managed 30 minutes without much cramping. I think daily douching is important during my sissy period. I usually wear a pad in my panties for a while afterwards, just in case!

I fixed my bicycle tire. That means I took out the old inner tube and replaced it with a new one pre-filled with goop that I bought at the Wall Marche. Then I went to see if the two guys working on their hot car next door had a bicycle pump. This is a sweet ride, a 1968 Mercury Cougar. Tummy still slightly unsettled but OK. No pump. It felt kinda wild talking to these two dudes, leaning over the hood of a car, and nobody can see my panties or knows I am wearing a maxi pad.
So I had to take the tire on the bus to the closest compressor and fill it with air, my mission after a shower and a tampon. This was an excursion! I seldom ride the bus. My transportation is my RV for traveling, bike for getting around because I need to slim up, and sometimes the local bus wherever I am. But I like the bus, the interactions with people, and carrying a bicycle tire is a sure fire conversation starter.

I got a lot done. Air, some injector cleaner for my rig, and I wandered through a dollar store where I bought a Hannah Montana plastic table cloth that leapt out at me. I like Hannah but I think the new Miley Cyrus is somehow, I don’t know, slutty? Anyway, it’s waterproof and may come in handy. Who knows?

The tire came through and earned me a lovely conversation with the owner of a Middle Eastern restaurant, opening tomorrow night, in the local shopping center, and a belly dancer. We chatted about the history of belly dancing and the Queen of Sheba and Babylon and I laughingly got her to try and show me a couple of moves. Trying a hip thrust I couldn’t help but wonder if this lovely lady could somehow sense that I was wearing pretty panties and a tampon. I wouldn’t mind sharing the information with her. I wish I’d had my training bra on. I think I’ll show up tomorrow for opening night. Dinner and belly dancing. What could be better?

Anyway, I had to wait for the bus, so I treated myself to junk food. Burger King. Thanks to my trusty bicycle tire, I had a lovely chat with a Mom and her two teen daughters while pigging out. Mom was from Kansas and a college Bball fan. Me too. She likes Kansas. So it’d been about 4 hours and the bathroom was spotless clean and I felt safe changing my tampon. I left the tampon wrapper visible among the paper towels in the trash.

Day One Catch-Up

This is my third monthly but over a week late because I realized the moon is the real mother goddess of monthlies and she was entering her new phase. My cycles, for as long as they last, will be lunar. There is talk about how sissy periods are fake and contrived and I can’t argue with them. All I know is, for the moment they are helping to guide me to my femme side, which has been well hidden away. As for forced, well all I did was wait till 3:04 PM and then I got comfy and sucked down a bottle of formula/milk-of-magnesia. Nap time. The cramps started an hour later and recurred several times that evening. Too heavy a flow for tampons so just pad up and stay close to the bathroom.

Day Two Catch Up

Morning douche, tampons the rest of the day. A quiet day and I did some much needed cleaning. I’m starting to love SK’s main chat. I’m really not sure how into virtual role playing I am, but sometimes it’s a blast. Mostly I’m just the girly side of me, or I’m trying to be.

OK, the catch-ups are a bit cheating, but I can fill in later. It’s now my 4^th day, and I’m going belly dancing. I’ll have to write up today separately so I might just as well post this to see what it looks like online. Later I’d like to say more about my sissy periods in general too!

Deep curtsy to all,

Rene Descartes

[babyloki]

Very cool. Keep up the good work!

[ReneDescartes]

Day Four

…was a bit of a letdown, because I was really looking forward to the belly dancing restaurant.

My morning routine is start coffee, remove tampon, put on maxipad and go about my morning. I’m pretty regular (!) certainly by day four (!) and if I wait a little too long (like just before I need to poop) to remove the tampon, it’s kinda icky. Conversely, the ickier the tampon the more interesting the sensation when I pull it out. After a few cups of coffee and a peanut butter English muffin it’s usually time to poop and douche. I think douching is just plain keeping it clean down there for my monthlies. Shower and tampon and get dressed by 9ish.

Remember the belly dancing restaurant opening?

I got dressed up as femme as I dare, which is all invisible. Did my toenails in Pure Ice Busted (metal-purplish), new tampon and high top support boy shorts, nipple rings, and that’s about it. Everything on top normal boy. It’s about a mile ride on my bike to the restaurant, and I was constantly aware of the feel of the boy shorts interacting with my peddling bottom parts and the usual uncomfy bike seat, support shorts which would be visible well above my belt line if I lifted up my loose shirt to reveal my perky nipples. The panties reach to my belly button and stay put. Too bad the restaurant doesn’t open till Monday!

But it was Karaoke night at the bar with a really cute name I won’t mention! All cowardly me will say is “Cuties” is somewhere in Texas, next to a military base and frequented by soldiers and locals. I wound up doing four rounds, tequila shot and Dos Equis, on an empty stomach. I’d been planning on Middle Eastern chow!

Femmy me seems to spend more time watching women than any previous me. These women were typically Texas, overweight and tightly dressed. Mostly. I spent my time watching them move in different ways, seeing how the way they are put together jives with how they move. None of them, of course, could come close to the fluid movements of my belly dancer whose hands in conversation contain more femme than all of these ladies combined, but there was one that caught my eye. She had a pixie personality, was small and slender, and was dressed quite butch. LOL.

I was getting quite a buzz and my tummy needed food so potty and home. This is definitely NOT a sit-to-pee place, BTW. I decided I was too drunk to put my bike on the rack in front of a city bus so… I rode home of course! And a very wobbly ride it was--I was very pleased to get there in one piece so I could change tampons and put on my nightie. Most of this was written up by the time I’d pooped and douched, on schedule, on…

Day Five

This should be the last day of my sissy period and I’m feeling very lazy today. Mid afternoon and I might as well post this.


with a special curtsy for all,

Rene Descartes

[ReneDescartes]

Very cool. Keep up the good work!

Thanks babyloki. I have no idea if anyone here is interested in this or not, but I'm learning a lot just keeping track of things and posting it here.

[ReneDescartes]

Day Five tampon advice

I think it’s important to shave my sissy privates before my sissy period. It’s important to keep clean down there! If I’m a bit shaggy I use electric clippers first. I shave as necessary during my sissy period if I notice I missed any spots so I am as smooth as possible. I once tried a depilatory cream but found I’m too tender down there for that.

The best way I’ve found change tampons is to lie down on a changing pad and pull my panties down to my ankles. It’s OK if I get sissy-boy excited here because it stretches skin out and makes it easier to clean everything up front. I use one side of a baby wipe and clean front to back and lay the wipe, dirty side up, next to me. I remove my tampon and lay it on top of the baby wipe. With another baby wipe I clean my sissy hole as deep as I can, wrap up the old tampon into this, and neatly place this bundle on top of the original wipe. I put a few drops of sissy lube, like KY, on the tampon and make sure with a finger or two to spread it around the insertion part of the applicator. These fingers now lube my sissy hole. I insert the tampon, place applicator on first wipe, get third wipe, clean front to back, pull up panties, wrap up wipes, and I’m good to go!

Uh, washing hands here before and after is a given. I’m a clean sissy.

In public of course you need a stall with a latch that works. Hopefully you can sit on the throne. If so, do so and remove tampon and pee. If not just squat and remove tampon and toss into sissy throne. Clean up. I use lip gloss to lube the tampon and find it best inserting while squatting. If I don’t have my panties around my ankles I can put one leg up on throne for tampon insertion.

I always carry a tampon and a maxi pad in my fanny pack. “Be prepared” can still be my motto. It worked when I was a boy scout and I’ll make it my sissy boy motto.

[ReneDescartes]

Day five why sissy period at all?

I’ve been reading things like SK’s feminization guide that say that sissies must have their period. There is debate about how far to go with it and I’ve just decided to come up with a regime that makes me aware of my femme me. No matter what I do, I’m male and have no natural period, I know. But what I’m trying to do is put myself under the control of something, of nature and the moon, so I can know what it’s like to deal with things that are beyond my control. Are you reading this and laughing at me or nodding your head? I don’t care, it’s what I’m doing. But I’d love to know what you think either way!

I’ve not just been watching women to see how they move; I’ve been watching men too! I can see some rooster-strutting and mucho-macho confusion in some of my observational subjects. I’ve observed that femme movement means expressive movement, which is something good. I think it’s something that would make many men manlier if they weren’t afraid of it.

I find my own sissy-period sensations of helplessness lead to my surrender to nature, which is somehow empowering as I interact with people who don’t know who I am or what I am learning. I’m always aware of wearing a tampon while I’m buying gas, talking to the grocery store clerk, leaning over the hood of a classic car. I’m aware it may be just me taking pleasure from the forbidden, but I think it’s also me learning about the public and private parts of my existence and hopefully bringing them into balance, the yang and the yin, the man and the woman in me.

This is the fifth and should be the last day of my sissy period and I'd love to know what others think about it and chat.

[slave23]

Wow! Sounds great, Rene! I get it, I support it, you are taking another step towards femininity! Keep up the great work :)

[ReneDescartes]

Wow! Sounds great, Rene! I get it, I support it, you are taking another step towards femininity! Keep up the great work :)

Thanks!

I should let you know that I've received advice that lipstick is not a good lube and maybe I've been sissy-douching too much.

[boundincloth]

It was really nice to hear how you deal with you sissy period! I've thought about using tampons before, but never really tried it, but now i'm definately going to! Thanks!

[nachodragon]

Great story, I love it