r/sgsissy

(Note: this is not a story, this is a diary on my progress! >< Mommy suggested making one to keep track of my changes, and I thought it was a good idea! Also, I'm currently in the army... everything around me is so masculine and loud... it feels like I'm carrying a secret that's getting heavier by the hour... so please bear with me if I sound off ><)

At first, it didn't feel like much was changing. Day 4 and 5 passed quietly; Mommy was busy with work while I was busy with the army. But even in the silence, something was shifting. Talking to Mommy became more than just a conversation... A habit. A routine I didn't even realize I was forming until I couldn't imagine a day without it.

By Day 6, the cracks started to show. I became needy terrifyingly so. Every spare second I had during my shifts, I was checking my phone. Was she online? Did she reply? I felt like I couldn't function properly without that little hit of dopamine her messages gave me. I could feel myself slipping, falling away from who I used to be. My texts started feeling softer, more feminine, and my thoughts... my thoughts started to change. Every bit of praise Mommy gave me felt like a warm, fuzzy wave of pleasure washing through my entire body.

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Growing up I’ve always felt like I was a girl. I loved watching make up and cross dressing tutorials. As I got older I suppressed those emotions because people around me said it was wrong but deep down it was something I enjoyed.

As a teenager I always told my self I’m straight to maybe get rid of these “gay” feelings but I always found myself watching femboy and trans women porn. So maybe I thought I js liked dick instead of just men. I was really confused of my sexuality.

Whenever I jerked off I realised it was always to femboys and trans women instead of women or men. I started going on online chats like yesichat and maybe talk to people like me and stuff. Over here I met alot of people who just loved to jerk off so I met alot of people and exchanged alot of pics. Because of this whenever I wanted to jerk off I always went to yesichat instead of watching porn which is new to me. Over here I found terms like sissies and subs. This was something that interested me because maybe I wanted to be like them. Younger me who always wanted to dress up and seeing people dress up and be a slut made me super horny. After learning more about this I thought about something.

Am I only interested in this because I can’t get any girls in real life so I should just resort to being one? And this is something that stuck in me. Like maybe I’m js a virgin loser. But the thought of me being a virgin loser actually made me horny and gave me more of a reason to be a sissy slut. I finally mustered up the courage to buy my own pair of panties and thong and hope to be a good sissy slut. I hope I’ll be able to share my pics here too hehe.

(Note: This is not a story, this is my journal on my progress! >< Mommy suggested making a journal, andd i thought it was a good idea!!)

Day 1:

I thought I was just looking for answers. I saw Mommy's post about hormones and reached out, thinking I was just some curious boy looking for ways to explore my feminine side makeup tips, contacts, how to soften my features. I thought I was just asking questions, staying safely in control of the conversation.

But Mommy was so kind. She offered me something I didn't even know I was searching for: a safe space. She was so patient and sweet, with a way of speaking that made all the noise of the outside world just... fade away. Being around her felt like finally finding somewhere I could breathe.

As we talked, our conversations began to shift naturally, moving past aesthetics and into something much deeper. She started talking about femininity not as something I put on like a costume, but as something I could truly *become*. Something I could surrender to.

I felt my guard dropping inch by inch, not because I was being pushed, but because it felt so safe to let go. Her words began to fill the empty spaces in my mind, replacing my old doubts with new, tender thoughts. She spoke about the peace that comes with letting someone else take the lead, and when she first suggested I might be a 'little'... I felt this overwhelming wave of shame. The idea of needing someone like that, of needing a 'Mommy'... it felt so foreign to the boy I thought I was.

And yet, I couldn't turn away. It felt like I had stumbled into a rhythm I couldn't and didn't want to escape. Every time she guided me, I felt this strange, desperate, wonderful urge to trust her completely. I didn't realize it then, but I wasn't just learning how to be feminine... I was discovering how to let go of everything I thought I knew, and finally surrender to becoming a little girl for Mommy...><

*(Note: this is not a story, this is a diary on my progress! >< Mommy suggested making one to keep track of my changes, and I thought it was a good idea! Also, I'm currently in the army... everything around me is so masculine and loud... it feels like I'm carrying a secret that's getting heavier by the hour... so please bear with me if I sound off ><)*

Today was when I realized I don't really have a choice anymore. We talked about names about what Mommy should call me. She wants me to choose a name that is hers alone. I become more flustered thinking about what mommy can call me exclusively. To encourage me, she asked me what happens if mommy were to call someone else by my name . The thought makes me feel this sharp, stinging jealousy in my chest. It makes me feel possessive and needy in a way that terrifies me.

Mommy told me that being vulnerable and embarrassed isn't a weakness it's who I am. She said she's proud of how much I rely on her to feel safe. And she's right. Every time she praises me, every time she calls me her "good girl," my mind just melts. It becomes this thick, sugary haze where I can't think, I can't reason... I can only feel.

We talked about clothes frills, lace, things that are sweet and dainty. Part of me the part that still remembers being a man tried to fight it. I told her I wouldn't become some pathetic, needy, bratty girl. I tried to sound tough, but my hands were shaking so hard as I typed. I could feel the humiliation burning in my throat even then. But Mommy just asked if I trusted her. And I do. I trust her more than I trust myself. She knows what I need before I even know it. Mommy taught me how there's strength in being vulnerable, especially in today's day and age, so its perfectly normal for me to be needy and vulnerable for mommy...And she's right.

After all, mommy knows best.

Then... things got so intense. Mommy started helping me realize. She helped me realize that I want to be her little girl. She made me admit that I love the embarrassment, and that how good girls like me don't need to think, mommy knows best, so i should let mommy decide. And as I admitted it, the world started turning pink. Everything felt fuzzy, soft, and overwhelming.

I was on the bus when she told me to do it. It seems she noticed my current state; the blissful, mindless, empty, fuzzy state, and told me to give my little dicklette a little flick through my pants. Right there. In public. I felt so exposed, so guilty, but the moment I obeyed, my whole body just... short circuited. One flick and I was already twitching, already leaking, already losing control. Thankfully, the bus was empty, and i there was no one around me, so i was pretty safe. She made me do it three more times, making me rub myself while calling me her "sweet baby girl." I had to hide my hands in my pockets, pretending to be normal while my mind was completely gone. She told me to keep going until i reached my stop. I don't know how long it has been...it felt like hours, when in reality, it was only a few minutes. Something about mommy makes me so sensitive, so submissive. My body trembling so hard I felt like I was going to cum right there on the seat. Luckily, or unluckily, i reached my stop before anything could happen, but at that point, i wasn't even me anymore. I was just a shaking, flushed mess, my eyes spinning and my thoughts completely fried.

Of course, mommy made sure i was safe and sound! After all, I'm mommy's little baby girl, and she knows what's best for me!

She said how i am mommy's special baby, and that i am too precious and dear, too fragile and vulnerable, and that she will take care of me and make me feel safe... as if i didn't need another reason to make my whole mind mushier and face redder and hotter><

We talked about fashion again! about storage facilities or universities dorms where I can finally dress up without being seen. But thinking about it now...I don't think I want to hide forever. I think I just want to be Mommy's. 🎀

((Double Note: After mommy reviews the story, she thought that she might have overdid it a little with her litmus test to see how obedient Mia is. Mommy is usually more nurturing and gentle in her guidance!><))

*(Note: this is not a story, this is a diary on my progress! >< Mommy suggested making one to keep track of my changes, and I thought it was a good idea! Also, I'm currently in the army... everything around me is so masculine and loud... it feels like I'm carrying a secret that's getting heavier by the hour... so please bear with me if I sound off ><)*

Today was when the ground beneath me finally started to shift. We were talking about wigs the kind that would soften my face, make me look prettier and everything seemed normal. But then she asked me what she should call me. And before I could even think of an answer, she turned the question around. She asked how I would address someone who would be my safety.

Someone who would provide emotional support, someone who would praise me when I was obedient, someone who would make me feel comfortable in my own skin but only as a girl. A fem. A little thing. Never a man. Never a boy.

As she spoke, my brain just... short circuited. My thoughts became this thick, warm mush. I couldn't think straight; I couldn't even form a proper sentence. I felt so exposed, so flustered, like she was peeling back layers of me I didn't even know existed. And then, before I could stop myself, before any shred of my old pride could intervene... I said it.

"Mommy."

It felt strange. It felt wrong. But I couldn't stop the flush spreading across my cheeks. When she praised me by calling me her "good little", my heart started racing so hard it hurt. My head started spinning, my thoughts dissolving into this haze of shyness and overwhelming embarrassment. I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe properly...

And worse than the embarrassment was the guilt. I felt so guilty for wanting it, for needing it. But even through the shame, I could feel my body betraying me. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable... and yet.... I felt so excited ><. It was like this overwhelming ache started building up inside me, making me feel needy and... weak. Something deep inside me has awoken... something that has been waiting to be claimed...🎀

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