Please don't misunderstand what I'm saying here. I'm not trying to be demeaning, cruel or diminish my husband in any way. I'm actually extremely proud of his honesty and his courage, and I'm convinced that the fact he's a Sissy is one of the reasons I fell in love with him. It's also one of the reasons our marriage is so strong, wonderful and rewarding. Tony is the love of my life, my soul mate and the only man I have ever loved totally and completely. And yes, I'm not kidding - he really is a Sissy.
Now, before you go making assumptions about Tony, there's something I'd like you keep in mind. And that is: we are all "Something". We're either Gay, Lesbian, Bi-Sexual or Straight. We're Exhibitionists, Voyeurs, Dominants or Submissives, and the list goes on and on. My point is, all of us have some kind of sexual orientation that we're comfortable with. If you try to live your life in a false orientation, your life can be full of pain and guilt. So, please, don't find fault with Tony because he's a Sissy. That's just who he is.
By all appearances, we're a perfectly normal couple. I'm very petite, and he's of average build -- being five feet and ten inches tall and, about 160 pounds. People always tell us we're an attractive couple. I guess that means we look good together, and I agree with that. When I'm out somewhere with Tony, be it out to eat or grocery shopping, I feel proud to be seen with him, and each day our love for each other grows stronger and deeper. I'm not trying to say these things to convince you that we're happy together - I'm simply stating the facts. And, don't think for one minute that me referring to my husband as a Sissy is anything less than my adoring song of love for him.
So, how did I come to fall in love with this wonderful man? How did I fall in love with a Sissy?
When I was going to graduate school, I shared an apartment with my friend, Kayla, who I knew from my senior year at FSU. Kayla and I became the best of friends, each other's confidant, and before long we were as close as sisters. Kayla had spoken many times of her brother, Tony, who was her "Little Brother". Actually, Tony and Kayla are twins, and even though Kayla was born twenty three minutes before her brother, she had always jokingly referred to him as her "Little Brother."
As the Christmas holidays approached in 2004, Kayla asked me if Tony could come to visit her for ten days. Explaining how he wouldn't be any trouble and how he could sleep on the couch, she unnecessarily pleaded her case until I stopped her and assured her it was fine with me. Besides, all I was doing was going to classes and studying, and since I didn't have a boyfriend at the time and neither did Kayla, I didn't see any reason why we couldn't have a guy at the apartment for ten short days.
The day Tony arrived, I was completely overwhelmed and taken by him. Tony was so, so cute. He was warm and personal, and there was definitely something about him that immediately took my breath away. In my whole life, I had never felt this way about a guy I just met, and I spent the whole first day hanging around them and doing my best to casually let him know I was interested and available. Apparently, it worked because as I was getting ready for bed that first night, Kayla came into my bedroom and told me Tony was asking her a lot of questions about me - even saying he thought I was pretty and saying he'd like to take me out on a date. You can't imagine how much my heart soared that night and I barely got any sleep at all thinking about what I'd say, or do, the next day to try to encourage his interest in me.
Lying awake in my bed that night, I must have rubbed myself to at least five full blown orgasms thinking about Tony. I couldn't keep my hands out of my panties as I fantasized about him holding me, hugging me and kissing me. Down inside, I just knew the slightest touch of his fingers against my skin would make me melt into a pool of absolute nothingness.
I spent the entire night dreaming up situations between us and touching myself repeatedly as my mind whipped my insides into a passion I'd never experienced before. When I woke up the next morning, my poor underpants were literally sopping wet in the crotch -- and that's not an exaggeration! They were almost wringing wet, and I can remember turning red and giggling to myself when I got up and found the slimy, wet patch inside my pink panties. It was a wonderful feeling, and as I held the panties up in front of my face, I shook my head and wondered how a guy I just met could have such an affect on me.
Unfortunately, I had to run several errands that morning. Along with that, I'd made an appointment to have the oil changed in my car at one of those jiffy oil change places. So, wanting to get all that out of the way so I could spend the rest of the day with Kayla and Tony, I got up early and got in the shower as quickly as I could.
While I was showering, I shaved my legs and as I was doing that, I decided to completely shave my puss, too -- you know -- just in case things went really well with Tony that day. I just wanted to be ready if something happened and it wouldn't hurt to be soft and smooth down there if he saw me naked. Hey, you can't blame a girl for thinking ahead, can you?
Once I was satisfied with the smoothness of my legs, pits and pussy, I tiptoed quietly back into my bedroom, dressed in a jogging suit, and silently crept into the living room and stood next to the couch and watched Tony sleep for a few minutes. My stomach was filled with butterflies as I stood next to him, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. His eyes were fluttering as I watched him sleep, and I wondered if he was dreaming....... dreaming of me.
I drug myself away from the couch and left a note for Kayla on the kitchen counter saying I'd be back around noon. Then, sneaking out of the apartment as quietly as could, I ran to my car thinking the faster I got everything done, the faster I'd get back to see Tony again.
I had an 8:30 AM appointment for the oil change, and I got there right on time. While they were working on my car, I sat nervously in their office wondering if Kayla and Tony were up yet. While I waited, I couldn't get Tony off my mind. I even closed my eyes in the empty solitude of their office and dreamed up a vision of Tony taking a shower after he got up -- and about him being naked in the same shower where I'd just been naked and shaved my pussy bare..... for him! I could feel myself getting wet thinking how he'd be standing in the shower exactly where I'd stood earlier -- and he'd be naked! I imagined him soaping up his penis and washing it, maybe even getting himself hard -- maybe even thinking about me.
I was woken up out of my dream by the service man who was standing in front of me trying to explain that I needed a new something or other..... and a new hose. I vaguely remember asking how much it would cost and how long it would take. The guy explained that the hose looked like it could break any minute, so I begrudgingly agreed and settled back into the chair for another hour while they finished the oil change, and replaced the whatever it was, and, the hose.
The time was well spent though, because I was able to drift back into fantasy land and picture Tony in the shower. But, this time, we were in there together...... kissing and hugging and touching each other in the throes of unbridled passion. I became so worked up, I closed my legs tighter together so no one would be able to see the wet spot I just knew would be soaking through my jogging suit as tell tale evidence that the lubrication juices from my wanton and eager vagina had overflowed the fresh panty I'd put on this morning. It was such an exhilarating feeling thinking about Tony -- the newness of meeting him and the way I was fantasizing and dreaming about him -- and all of that was causing my panties to get wetter and wetter.
When they finally came to tell me my car was ready, I made the decision right then and there to forget the rest of my errands and just go back to the apartment and stare at this hunk of a man that made me feel like jello inside.
It was 10:15 by the time I got back to the apartment, and as I turned the key in the front door, I carefully peeked in to see if Tony was still asleep on the couch. Curiously, he wasn't on the couch anymore, and as I stepped inside and carefully shut the door behind me, I glanced into the kitchen. The lights were off and I didn't see a trace of him, or Kayla, either. But, looking down the hall towards the bedrooms, I saw Kayla's door open, and mine was too. I was sure I closed my door when I left -- I was absolutely positive of it because I didn't take time to make my bed when I hurried out this morning and there were clothes strewn all over the floor and I didn't want Tony to see my room like that.
