Tuesday, 19 December 2017
Friday, 23 June 2017
I resisted at first. Even if I was wearing white frilly panties and matching bra, and had a blouse, a skirt, and makeup on, I was still a boy. Boys didn't kiss boys. But he didn't give me any options. He was insistent as he grabbed me and forced a kiss on me, enveloping me in his arms. I felt powerless and he had soon discarded my skirt and had his hand reaching for my panties. His smell, the power in his arms, the weakness in my knees, melting before him...... Before I knew what was happening I was kissing him back, wanting more, and he had his hands on my sissy parts.
It was a time I couldn't get out my mind as my sissy training continued. As I lay awake in my pink babydoll and matching pink panties I would think about that time and beyond the guilty feeling, it felt warm and comforting and right.