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Speaking of quality writing. Here's a little fun from our friend Skinnie S, It is linked to a piece I posted a few weeks ago "Can we take him home?".
It's only a short piece but needs sharing, as does our friend Ambers comment too,
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Yes girls, that is a sissy
Andy was boiling under Jane's old PVC mac but the beads of perspiration forming on him weren't just from the temperature. They were the cold sweat of fear. Andy was sure he'd been spotted. Worse, he was sure he was being followed. He hoped the droplets forming on his forehead wouldn't ruin his make-up. He didn't want that and Auntie definitely wouldn't. He could already feel a little pool forming in his panties. They'd been behind him for a few minutes. He couldn't go faster to get away since he felt he'd melt in the heat. And Auntie had said he needed to look dignified and ladylike at all times. She'd left him on one side of town while she met with her accountant. He could go shopping and meet her in the coffee bar on the other in a couple of hours. They were obviously observing him. They were now close enough for him to hear some of what they were saying.
"She is," said the older lady in the middle.
"But she can't be?"
"She definitely can't."
"She is. Yes, girls, that is a sissy."
"But how can you tell?"
"Look at how she walks. She hasn't quite got the posture and poise. She's good but not that good."
"But some girls find it difficult in heels. What else?"
"Look at what she's wearing. A PVC on a day like today? She's either just starting and still got a very limited wardrobe or been challenged by her Master."
"Or Mistress. But she's so pretty."
"Yes, and she's either been to a salon or she can do her make-up to a professional standard. That's easier to accomplish than deportment. It was with you both."
"Yes, Auntie Carol."
"Can we say hello, Auntie Carol?"
"Yes, girls. I'm sure she'd like to meet two other sissies and find out she's not alone."
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S xxxx
Amber
And a very special comment from Amber, a very close friend of both Andy and myself, that deserves a broader readership:
I'm certain under other circumstances, Andy would always be delighted to wear this superb burgundy mac from Auntie's wardrobe, but today it's hot and now he's bothered too about his "followers" (and not those on the net for once).
He knows from his little experience that some girls don't approve at all of boys playing at been feminine and now three of them are behind him and commenting about him being a sissy. (The gorgeous oldest one seems to know what she's speaking of).
How must he react? Run away (he would faint from heatstroke before turning the corner of the street and beside... still not good at running in heels), confront them (he would never dare and that could lead to a scandalous disclosure of his identity; what would his Aunt think of that?) or simply ignore them, hoping with all his fast beating heart that they get bored soon?
But too late, now the two youngest (and very pretty) ones are approaching him, smiling (but this could still be a trap).
"Hello, I'm Sam and she's Ash! We were admiring your mac, darling, it's superb....but isn't it a bit too hot for wearing today?" said with a look at the perspiration droplets running down along Andy's legs and leaving a dotted line on the ground.
"Unless you wear nothing underneath!" added Ash with a wink. Andy stopped, blushing hard (and very prettily) and stammered: "I hadn't watched the weather for today!" (he knew, saying it, that it was a very poor excuse but could find anything else to say...)
By then the older Lady had joined them and added (very certain of herself now): "Or is it that your Master or Mistress had given you specific order, sissy?"
Oh you both know how close you came to nailing this one, bless you both for your wonderful words XXX
