The Birth of Sissy Sue
My first recollection of actually dressing in girls clothes was when I was five years old. I was playing with my younger sister and her best freind in her out house, this was not my normal type of play but iwas dragged into it by my mother whom had gone shopping for the day so I was left in the hands of Gill,s ( thats my sisters freind) mother. The play started qiute normally as I was the farther of Gill,s baby doll, to my horror things turned round and she dissapeared with my sister and came back clutching a hand full of girls clothes which belonged to Gill, a pink dress and tights with pink frilly knickers. The next part realy made me freak as they asked me to put them on so they could see what a boy looked like in a girly dress. I remembered being quite exited at the thought of stripping in front of Gill but my sister What!!! no never, Gill perswayded my sister to go in the living room Whilst I changed, this was still very embarrasing but I went ahead anyway to my suprise I looked quite good as
I remember as I had long hair anyway Gill put some little bows in bunches then to my horror called in my siter who fell about the place laughing, I was so red with embarssasment I stormed out into the kitchen and there I was face to face with Gill,s mum. Oh what a scene me standing there in Gill,s clothes in front of her mum! Well that was it all hell broke loose i was swiftly marched home, still wearing girly clothes where my dad stood in the doorway couldn,t even look me in the eye, I tried to explain to no avail the most embarrasing day of my life as one could imagine. When mum Got home i was in my room I think I was partly terrified on what she might say and the rest of me thinking how good it felt to be wearing girls clothes She came in and After explaining What had happened she just lagughed in fact we both laughed together that was just the beginning-:
The second time
I remember It was early evening and I was out in the field behind our house playing soccer, mum had gone out with dad and my Aunt was babysitting my sister and I. It started to get dark and my Aunt called me to come in, I said that it was too early and low and behold she chased me until she caught me. She then dragged me indoors kicking and screaming. She had heard about the previous melle with Gill,s mum so as a punishment for dissobeying her she got all my sisters clothes from the bathroom where she had just removed them prior to bathing, and boldly told me to strip, on hearing this I said No Way! but this was my Aunt speaking and I had little choice in the end but to comply. Again I felt this overwhelming urge to enjoy what was happening and just let her have her way. This might in some way be deemed to be child abuse in this day and age but this was back in the early sixties. Things did not end there after making me put on her peticoat, blouse skirt and again her little frilly knickers freshly dicarded ( which as I remember gave me quite a buzz)She then paraded me for all to see in our front window so everyone could see me as they walked past. I do believe this is where it all began.
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