Here I am in the photograph above at the young age of 13 years old. My accomplice to the right of Me is My best friend and a genetic Female like Myself. However, to My immediate left is My younger brother and to his left is his best friend…also My very first boyfriend.

Mom took the photograph once She was able to finally stop laughing. She commended us young Ladies for our transformation abilities and noted the behavioral changes in the Girly boys. This was totally out of character for these boys, but as My little sissies they took on a whole other persona! My boyfriend became very prim, proper and Lady-like. However, My brother just became a whore.

They were such good sports about letting Me dress them as transvestites back then. Those were some fun times and I do recall them with nostalgic fondness. Those little boys made such cute cross-dressers once I had them all dolled up ready to paint the town. Forced Womanhood was just as much fun for them as it was for me.

Grand Mother gave Me a giant bag of Her old dresses She had made back when She was younger, but no longer wanted. So…this explains the dated look of their attire. However, I do find the floral pastels timeless and quite pretty on My little bitches. I especially liked making them do My house chores after I forced them into becoming My sissy maids. And oh…oh how I just love a good sissy maid! Always have, always will.

The adult Ladies were always impressed with My advanced abilities in make-up application, even when I was still quite young. I am a natural born artist and have always worked with mixed media, so make-up application just came natural to Me. I enjoyed applying cosmetics on anyone who would let Me. Women, men, Girls, boys, Dolls…it just didn’t matter. Although I must confess…I did especially appreciate the challenge of transforming a male to female. My goal was to make him totally passable.

When it came to dolling up certain little boys, I did have to use some crafty manipulation and coaxing. But as you can see, I managed to accomplish My goal with these soon-to-be trannies. After all, boys will be Girls if presented in a manner that frees them from shame, guilt or responsibility. This is where “forcing” them comes into play and I realized this blatant fact early on. 

When it comes to the willing sissy, I applaud these beautiful creatures since they sensibly honor the sacred Lady that lives deep within. The unabashed artist in Me takes great delight in using flesh as My canvas, transforming males into the sensual vixens they are meant to be. Being in touch with their Feminine side offers a sense of balance that “normal” men lack…and I just think that is so damn charming.

I especially enjoy forcing it on gents who resist acknowledging their latent Feminine side. I can always sense when She is in there…ready to surface and just dying to come out and play! Now if I see that he is not truly in touch with his Femininity, then I do not care to transform him into a Femme Fatale since he is undeserving to wear such a badge of honor. However, I might make this guy wear My aromatic silky panties simply as a reminder of the almighty Power of the Pussy. This shows him who is truly in charge.

There is clearly no power greater than that of the Pussy. For the Pussy has conquered more men - in one day mind you - than any prick has ever been able to accomplish throughout all of history. man is so arrogant in his false bravado that he even insists on referring to the world’s past as “his story”. I like the ring of Herstory better.