Sevearal months passed after I was used as my mother's dress dummy. I must admit I could not stop thinking about myself wearing dresses and actually being a girl. However, I tried my best to pretend to be a normal 7 year old boy. One day during the summer I ventured out on my own one day heading for a nearby golf course. I enjoyed walking in the woods surrounding the links. It had rained the night before and as I was walking on a steep path near the lake I slipped and fell into the shallow murky water. I knew I would be in trouble when I arrived home. As I slowly tredged the 4 blocks home I must have been quite a site soaking wet and muddy from head to toe. I was crying and must have looked as scared and pathetic as I felt. I was still 3 blocks from home when a little girl named Stacey approaced and asked "What's wrong little boy?". She was a cute little girl about my age with short hair. I told her what had happened sobbing hystericaly as I spoke. She put her arm around me and told me she could help. She said she lived nearby and her father was at home and he could wash and dry my clothes and no one would ever know what had happened. I ageed to go with her. She lived nearby, so we went to her house. She asked me to enter through the basement since I was soaking wet and muddy. I waited alone in the basement for several minutes. She returned with her father who asked me what had happened. He seemed to understand my plight and agreed to help. He told Stacey to go get some dry clothes for me to wear while my clothes were washed and dryed. When Stacey returned I was horrified to see what I would be wearing while I waited. She was holding the prettiest, frilliest little girls' dress I had ever laid eyes on. Stacey left and her father apologized for my temporary outfit explaing that Stacey had no brothers and her dresses were the only thing I could wear while I waited. I took off my wet clothes, dried myself with a towel and raised my hands as first a siliky full slip with layers of petticoats cascaded over my slight frame followed by the prettiest white dress I had ever seen floated over me. Stacey returned and helped tie a pretty blue and white sash behind me in a girlish bow behind me. The dress was not solid white, it had a print pattern of blue flowers. Stacey held up a mirror and I could not beleive I was wearing a dress again!! Stacey asked if I would like to play with her dolls. I told her "Dolls are for girls!!" She told me if I did not play with her dolls she would invite the boys next door over to see her new sissy freind. Her father returned and told Stacey to open the blinds. We were still in the basement and I could hear the neighborhood boys playing in the alley outside the window!! They were voices I recognized as my schoolmates. I knew I would be seen and I spoke up!! Stacey said "I'll fix it so they won't know who you are." She went to her room and returned with a curly blonde wig. She placed it on my head and brushed the hair out in a very girly fashion adding several pink and blue ribbons to my pretty artificial curls. She then opened the blinds and outside were 4 of my closest freinds. Lucky for me all they saw were 2 pretty little girls playing with their dolls. Whaen stacey's father saw the additional humiliation she had subjected me to he decided she should be sent to her room. He closed the blinds and I was all alone in basement with grown man and I was dressed as a pretty little girl. I started to take the wig off. He told me to leave the wig on and if I took it off he would open the blinds and let my freinds see what a crybaby sissy looked like!! I had no choice. I did as I was told. He asked me to lay on the floor beside him. I was mortified as he stroked my pretty blonde wig kissing my face and telling I was such a pretty girl. This seemed to go on for hours yet, in reality it was 25-30 minutes. Several times he reached under my dress and fondled my bottom. Looking back that is all I can remember. I have no memory of being raped, just fondled. When he was done he had Stacey retreive my clothes and I was amazed my clothes were spotless and dry. Even my sneakers had been washed and completly dried. I ran home and to this day 45 years later, I have never told anyone about what happened that day, that is untill now. I was then consumed with constant thoughts that I somehow was really a girl. In spite of my short hair I felt as though everyone saw a sweet little girl and not a boy. I would look in the mirror and see my big blue eyes with long eyelashes. I was compelled to sneak into my sister's closet and try on dresses whenever I was alone. I was never as good an athlete as my 2 brothers. As I got older I never seem to have any luck with girls. I had freinds who were girls, yet I always thought they saw me as one of the girls. Many girls would comment on how pretty my big blue eyes were. I was even asked if I wore mascara. No I did not!! Yet that is how long and lush my eyelashes were naturally. I once got up the nerve to ask a girl out. She told me she did not think of me that way and "I would never date someone prettier than me!!" She thought of me as one of the girls. I was never someone who spoke in a lisp, swished when he walked, or talked about anything that would make me seem girlish. None of my male freinds thought of me as anything other than normal red blooded male. Yet, the girls seemed to know what I was desperately trying not to believe. I have come to the conclusion that some males are born with female traits we can pretend, we can deny, we can hide in the closet to keep from being alenated by our freinds and family but we can not change who we are. We are Sissies!! I am so happy to have discovered Sissykiss.com. I have found a place where I can express my long surpressed thoughts and feelings without fear of scorn or ridicule!! To any one who reads this blog and sees themself please feel free to comment. You are my sweet sissy sisters and I love and accept you for the intelligent gentle girls you and I truly are in our hearts, minds and souls!! Than you for listening. Kiss,kiss,curtsey and mmwwhhaa!!!!!

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