Sissy Slut Confessions – How James Became Jayme

Anyone who knows me, knows how much I love my Sissy Sluts!

 

And when they call me with their sissy slut confessions, I can’t help but get so excited to learn what they will share. You see, my sissy sluts trust me with their deepest darkest secrets. They are like the sweet gal pals I love so much, and I don’t take these relationships lightly.

That’s why I was so excited to meet my newest pal Jayme, when she called me with her deepest, darkest sissy slut confessions! We connected instantly and I had a blast playing with her! Here’s her story…

All through junior high and high school, James had a number of friends who were girls. As he matured, he was aware of his attraction to many of them. He wanted a girlfriend but he was and didn’t have as much confidence as other boys. James lacked the courage to ask a girl out or to even suggest he liked her.

In high school, James joined the theatre club and immersed in production and acting. By senior year, he was the understudy of one of the actors who disguised as a woman in “Some Like It Hot.” Without any help from the girls, Jayme looked better as a woman than they girls did, when he dressed in character. Little did they realize he had been practicing for months with his Mom’s make-up.

James’ sissy slut confessions continued as he told me that he even began to shave his legs. So when Jayme rehearsed her role in the play, she displayed a pair of legs as attractive as those of any girl at school, with the aid of a pair of Mom’s nylons held up with her panty girdle and marched over the stage in her three-inch heels. This public transformation made a memorable impression that endured long after Jayme graduated.

In college, Jayme gradually became bolder with his appearance.

He continued shaving and perfected her “no makeup” makeup look with minimal foundation and powder, only one coat of mascara and nude lipstick. While he was sure his Mom never noticed, we all know she did!  On campus, sorority girls gave Jayme sneering looks and heard the word “queer” from their direction.

Jayme’s face flushed and broke out in a sweat. His little penis wiggled in arousal. Soon after, Jayme realized his response to humiliation, especially when the pejorative labels came from the voice of attractive women. Taunts informed him that they considered him a sissy – something less than a man, a queer, a homo, a faggot.

And his little peepee would respond.

Continuing his sissy slut confessions, Jayme shared…As this sensation continued, he became addicted to behaving as a sissy and went further out on the edge of what is socially acceptable. After classes, he went to his job at a bookstore near the mall on the edge of town. My boss thought my hint of feminine appearance was charming. Except once when he got carried away with a bright shade of Revlon lipstick, “Cherries in the Snow,” he was told to tone down his makeup to a more neutral shade. Of course this warning aroused him even more.

One day, he decided to shop at the mall dressed in a sissy outfit, along with a full face of make-up as he looked more feminine than ever in public. Done up sister’s short shorts, Mom’s pantyhose and panty girdle, a scoop-necked pullover and a pair of Mom’s loafers with a one-and-half-inch heel. The finishing touch was a small purse on a shoulder strap for my money, keys and some makeup.

First hearing loud whispers, some light laughter and giggles, Jayme heard a girl’s voice, “She has a big run in her nylons on the back of her leg.” They were talking about Jayme! But from their view they thought I was  a “she!” Once off the escalator the four girls shoved past, giggling even louder and made eye contact withJayme, who he recognized as pals of his sister. As they recognized him, their jaws dropped, their eyes bugged out and as they laughed they shouted “Oh my god that’s not a woman that’s Becky’s homo brother!” They laughed and teased and walked off with one last accusation, “What a queer!”

Poor Jayme shared his humiliation in his sissy slut confessions.

Jayme quickly ran to buy a new pair of stockings and confided in the sales woman, a stylishly dressed woman about his Mom’s age. She selected a gorgeous sheer shade and allowed me to go to her restroom to exchange my worn hose for the replacement. She added, “While you’re in there you might want to fix your mascara, it’s running down your cheek.” The embarrassment of her confrontation with the girls had apparently caused him to cry slightly, but enough to give off raccoon eyes.

Wiping away the black streaks and reapplying lipstick, Jayme found his little weenie very aroused, and with merely a couple rubs it spewed into my hand. He wiped myself, carefully rolled each new stocking up my leg and exited the shop to the owner’s invitation to, “Come back and see me soon.”

Back on the second floor, where the four tormenters were they ready for another round of humiliating insults to Jayme, they were with more friends, and pointed at Jayme.  He confessed that it was the time to get out of the mall, to change and get home.

The next day at home, his sister confronted him, “Hey Queerbait! I heard you were fagging it up at the mall. Those girls know me, they’re my friends, now they know I have a sissy brother.  Mom will hear about this if you ever do it again.” Jayme was mortified!

If you have sissy slut confessions to share and need someone to talk to, I am your girl. Don’t hesitate to give me a call…your secret is safe with me!

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