Priscilla's Photo Captions Picks of the Week (9/30/24)

Submission Saturday

(from X/Twitter: Unknown Artist

 

*Sissy Anatomy Diagram

Found this online, I'm reminded of the pamphlet in the story, "The Sissy Bride: What to Expect on your Wedding Night."

(video from Kelli Smith: https://x.com/cd_kelli)

"Turned" Thursday

 

Officially A Sissy

 

Priscilla's Photo Captions Picks of the Week (9/23/24)

Karen Jensen Returns with Katie and Tracy

Karen Jensen returns with her latest sweet coming of age story, Tracy, a young college student with a tragic past connects with free spirited Katie, a girl with her own dark past. She finds a secret that Tracy struggles to hide. Katie helps Tracy fully develop "her" other self.

Sample: 

“For me” she smiled. “That deserves a reward for which she climbed on my lap, put her arms around my neck and give me a long passionate kiss. That had a predictable reaction from me which she felt on her against her thigh.”

“Does that mean you like me or is that a gun you are packing?” she laughed paraphrasing an old Mae West movie.

“I’m sorry” I said.

“I’m not.” She replied and began unbuttoning my shirt. Before I could stop her she discovered the yellow camisole I was wearing under my shirt.

She stared at it for a moment.

“I’m sorry. If you want to leave, I understand. I started to cry.”

“Why would I want to leave. When I found out my boyfriend has a new exciting side to him?”

“You’re not upset?” 

“On the contrary. I am more excited than ever. So, tell me…. are you also wearing panties?”

“Ummm….Yes.”

“Do they match?”

“Yes, I am so embarrassed.”

“No! Don’t be. You don’t need to be ashamed of who you are. Own it. I love you even more. Now stop your crying and remove those pants so I can see my beautiful girly boyfriend,”

Together they venture out into the city for a night of role reversal, clubbing, sight seeing, unexpected brawls.... the night will belong to Katie and Tracy

Link:

Katie and Tracy

Short Story: John Peters Gets a Promotion

Journal Entry: 

I put my polishing rag into my bucket, wiped my hands on my apron, got up off my knees and followed Mr Wilcox to his office and stood in front of his desk. My stomach was in turmoil, to make matters worse  I had an urgent need to pee. 

He sat down on the other side of the desk. I felt those eyes drilling into me. He started to speak in that deep clear voice. He said that despite his misgivings the mistress had ask that I be made up to Parlour Maid. 

She has asked that, "You be freshly uniformed at all times and that your hands are gloved when not attending to her.' I know you have claimed to have filled in at this level at the manor, but I am skeptical. I know how clumsy and flustered you fairy boys get when in the presents of groups of accomplished women of stature. I do not want to hear any rattling China or spilt tea. You must concentrate on smooth graceful movements. Your actions reflect on the estate." 

"Do not let the mistress down." Keeping my eyes lowered, I curtsied and said, "Yes Mr. Wilcox."

Then he did what I was desperately hoping he would not. He pushed his chair back from his desk and taped his knee. I could feel the blood draining from my face as I said the words I knew he wanted to hear. 

"Oh, please Daddy can I please play with your happy sausage and make it squirt with joy." 

"Of course you can pumpkin," he replied smiling. 

I walk around to his side of the desk, sat on one knee and unbuttoned his monster's cave. 

It is so much bigger than anything I have had to deal with before. I held it in two hands as I massaged it until he finally orgasmed and flooded the front of my apron, after the third round of my lisping Baa Baa black sheep rendition. I had written to Mistress Judith about it but she had scolded me for questioning a superior's actions and reminded me that when attending to Mr Wilcox. I was literally, 'holding my career in my hands'. I cleaned him up with my mop hat. 

"Good Girl," he remarked.

I put him away and climbed off his lap. I held up the corners of my apron to contain the mess and keep it from soaking through too my dress as I stood to leave. He asked me to send Tilly to him if I saw her. Tilly was the Parlour Maid and a friend of mine. I used to practice my hair skills on her in the evening. She was in the corridor as I went to change my apron. I passed on the message. Later that day I saw her shaking people's hands, hugging and sobbing, she was in her overcoat with a small suitcase. She opened the servants entrance door looked me straight in the eye and just said, "Slut" as she left. I've never felt so ashamed....

(Written By: Tulips Fancy) 

Priscilla's Photo Captions Picks of the Week (9/16/24)

 

Source: Sissy Pansy Francine

Priscilla's Photo Captions Picks of the Week (9/9/24)

 

Short Story: Tulips New Suit

Tulips Fancy

 Tulip looks back in time at one of her first jobs....

    Space was getting tight in my closet. The expansion of my wardrobe was constant due to the changing shape of my body and Kelly's insistence that I keep up with fashion. I put everything that no longer fitted in a pile for Goodwill. Then I noticed the hanging bag at the end of the rail. I took it down and opened it up. It was the suit. I took it out and held it in front of me as I looked in the mirror. It was obvious how much weight I had lost since I last wore it. I think the shoulders would come halfway down my arms now. It bought back bitter sweet memories.

  I had started to enjoy this new job at the real estate agency. It had been a rocky start when they found out I couldn't drive and show houses. But there was plenty of work to do in the office. My girlfriend was so pleased when I told her how well I was doing. I think she thought I would never be able to keep a job. Thats why it was such a shock when I was called into the owner's office and told I was being let go. It seems I had mixed up two different sets of title deeds and caused a mortgage to be rejected. I'm sure it was a mistake anyone could make. But he didn't see it that way.

      It was a long afternoon waiting for my girlfriend to come home from work and she was later than normal. When she did arrive, she was carrying the hanger bag and a couple of smaller bags. I greeted her with a cup of tea and took her shopping. Before I could tell her about the injustice that had been done to me, she started opening her shopping. She had been out with her niece and saw this suit that would be prefect for my job. 

     I was dumb struck. She pulled out this obviously ladies' powder blue pant suit and two white blouses. One with quit a plane collar she said I could wear with the neckerchief they had got me in the real estate agency's colours. The other had a floppy bow at the collar. I didn't know what to say.

    Thank goodness I had lost the job. These were clearly lady's clothes. Thats when I tearfully told her I had lost the job. I'm not sure if she was more disappointed in me for losing the job or that I wouldn't be wearing my suit to the office. Her rage was frightening to me and trying on the clothes did little to change her mood. She later apologized for giving me correction while angry saying it had taken her by surprise. She went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of red wine and poured herself a glass. This was another sign of her disappointment as she never drinks during the week. She decided to order takeaway and we sat on the sofa and watched a movie. I curled up with my head in her lap trying to keep my smarting bottom off the couch as she played with my hair. About halfway through the movie, she muted it and out of the blue asked me to marry her!

    That Saturday we were married at the registry office. Angela and Peter were our witnesses and my wife's older sister and niece were there. I didn't know at the time but my name had also been changed. I wore my new suit with the bowed blouse. I felt very self-conscious but could not deny her. Her niece did some things to my hair but I drew the line when she pulled out a lipstick. Silly when I think about it now.

    I put the suit back in the hanging bag and hung it back up in my closet. I couldn't send it to Goodwill.