Saturday, 24 March 2018

Ballerina

I'm writing a book about one of my favorite subjects, sissies. In one section I will explore my own journey into sissy lifestyle. Like many sissies, I wish that my Mommy and Aunties would have actively feminized  me while growing up.

I think we all had this archetypal fantasy of getting caught by our Mommy while wearing her panties and after good spanking over her knee, she decides that maybe being a boy is not meant for us and proceeds to feminize us into submission.

My Mommy never explicitly feminized me like the fantasy above but after reviewing my early experiences, my Mom actually emasculated me on several occasions while growing up, sometimes in very delicious ways

I recall that she made me take ballet for two years straight, while other boys could play sports after school, my Mom would make me slip on tights and bring me to dance class three times a week. Of course, I was the only boy in the group. I remember that my teacher was this very strict Russian older woman that seemed to hate boys. She would humiliate me constantly in front of the girls in the class.


At first, at least my Mom would buy me standard boy dance tights for class but after a while, she started to buy me girl tights as an alternative when my regular pairs were dirty. But eventually, my teacher and Mom agreed that because I was the only boy in the class, there was no use that I dress differently from the girls and she had me come to class in the classic black leotard and pink tights.

I tried to protest at first but arguing with my Mommy always landed me over her knee with my butt cheeks as red as autumn apples. After a while, I was treated totally like any other girl in the class to the point that even the other parents didn't even notice I was a boy.

But my ultimate emasculation was during our seasonal exhibits, in which the entire class had organize a show in front the school district. Because my teacher believed that boys who take ballet should be trained like ballerinas until they arrive at a certain age, our class was a all-girl group and that meant that I need to be dressed and dance like the other girls.

My Mom and teacher would dress me up in a tutu and put my makeup on before every show. I would even have to share the same dressing up as the girls. I remember feeling so humiliated dancing like a girl on the stage in front of hundreds of people while wearing pink tights.

When thinking about my youth, no wonder I grew up into a total sissy.

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