Sissy School improved my life. I was depressed and angry when I found Sissy School on the Internet. The first call I made was when I called Mistress Dallas. I even asked her how I would to do a phone sex call to learn how to do it and I told her my problems with being a pseudo hermaphrodite and/or XXY or having androgen insensitivity syndrome. Hermaphrodites run in my family and I had problems passing as a male. It started at birth when I was born late. I started cross dressing at the age of five and women would say he looks like a girl or he should have been a girl. In grade school and high school I would given tests and answer all the questions as a girl would. I had problems with other students for having soft female eyes and I would be pushed in the girl’s locker room and/or women’s room in High School. It got so bad I was almost placed in a state program for transsexuals in Missouri. I knew something was wrong. I loved cross-dressing and would wear panties, pantyhose, bras, slips, and dresses or just being fully dressed all the time. One time when on a week end trip to Arkansas my family rented a cabin and I went out to a store and purchased coffee colored pantyhose and the sales woman called the Police who came to the cabin and told my parents and made me turn over my pantyhose to the Police and my parents. I also got in to trouble in a North Carolina Bible School for showing up to Bible Study and church service wearing a pretty Church Dress. Another problem in High School was when several girls in four-H decided to have a male cross dressing beauty contest with me in it and even wearing a flowered skirt on stage as a Pacific dancer which I won first place in the show. This is before I knew what was going on. I used to hang out with a transsexual in High School who in now a woman and had over students pick on me for being a sissy. Like reaching over in class and just hitting me in the head or putting me head first in a trashcan also all the military recruiters passed me over for being a transsexual. So I started College with more problems like more cross-dressing and the first time I had sex was with a man that picked me up at a witches birthday party which also had cross dressers and men who liked them. When I got my first taste of man cream I loved it. Why was I cross-dressing and enjoying men? What am I? The women asked me why I had very little facial hair and very soft skin and then there were the soft female eye problem that made women just walk away from me for being a sissy and I did not know why at the time. Women would look in my eyes and see that I was a woman and later at Sissy School I found out that I was a submissive straight woman. These problems also came into the work place and later to graduate school when I was working on my master’s degree in History. I would write in the passive voice or like a woman and this used to drive the professors crazy and they even had me tested for it in my University. I found out later that I was a woman pretending to be man and all the tests can up female on my gender review. I had a woman’s brain in a male body. I was reclassified a transsexual which means I have to be fully passable, but were do you go and who do you talk to? It became worse when my great aunt went crazy and turned me in for having an air base and when the police and other government officials came to check it out I was fully dressed as a woman. I was doing my homework and reading a history book in a very clean kitchen and wearing a jean skirt and a blouse. I also had on make up and a wig just a normal woman. Why was I using a dildo and sleeping in a nightgown? Why was I wearing make up when I was cleaning the house? Why did I prefer wearing a bra and pantyhose under my jeans? Why did I talk about cute guys in my sleep? The pressure was building and more problems came. Like being asked to take male hormone shots or having some one help teach me to be man and it reached the breaking point when a crazy man broke in the house and looked at all my dresses and found my dildo and attacked me. I was angry by now and I needed someone to talk to and I found Sissy School.
May be Sissy School could help me? So I looked around and called Mistress Dallas. She was prefect for me. I told her every thing to have a fresh start and we started with a wardrobe list and she told me that I was a woman I broke down and started to cry. This was good for me because I faced the fact that I was a sissy and I needed to start over as a woman. I told Mistress Dallas please do not hold any thing back and teach me how to be a woman and so I can start over as a submissive straight woman. Sometimes Mistress Dallas was busy and I got other mistresses that also helped me a long such as Mistress Dianna who taught me how to date men and please them as a woman. Mistress Ashley taught how to please a man on my knees and made me work on my cock sucking and Mistress Elizabeth showed me my place and told how to find a wonderful penis shaped butt plug which changed every thing about being a sissy for the better. Mistress Daphne got me in line for maid training and told how important it was for being penis plugged and working on my cock sucking skills everyday and to use my ejaculating penis everyday to get use to pleasing my man by swallowing man cream every time I went down on him because is my place as a straight submissive female to please my man. Mistress Jamie gave me more ideas about being a woman and we talked about sexy men and I got to talk to Mistress Ally on the phone before talking to another Mistress and told her about my ejaculating training penis by now my training program was set. I was trained by Nurse Nancy before as a panty girl and now Mistress Dallas was my main Mistress and always will be since she enslaved me for life and she set up my training program of being plugged and working on cock sucking twice a day which made me more relaxed and less stressed out so I could start doing things again as a normal person. I really improved as a person with my use of the life like training penis and the ejaculating penis used to train me to go down on a man and give hand jobs during my assigned period days and the penis shaped plug used to train me to be an anal submissive with a strap on or a real man. I hated the small plugs to start with, but when I got the penis shaped plug that was great because it was like having a man in me and I loved it while Mistress Dallas saw a big change in me during this time of training to be a submissive woman. Now I was fitted with a pink leather slave collar and a kitty cat shaped nametag that is pink with my phone number and has marked me as the property of Mistress Dallas and I was a slave now and everyone can see that I am a cocksucker and a slave. This great because I know my place now as a submissive straight woman and I belonged to some one and I was not a lone as a sissy. The next change was my role as a slave was to be chained twice a day for Mistress Dallas and some times even doing housework as a slave, which means in chains such as scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees. I had agreed to wear the slave collar all the time expect my wedding day and was now ready for chains. I started by being tied in nylon stockings and/or thigh highs every morning and evening until I got my Police handcuffs and leg cuffs for being fitted out as a slave. This is very important to Mistress Dallas and she made my life better so I agreed to be chained for a half an hour in the morning and the evening for life. First it was nylons, then leathers cuffs, and later full metal ankle and wrist cuffs and no more crying I am to be quiet and demure when serving Mistress Dallas. We even talked about having me marked on my skin as her slave and I will to do it if she wants me to. I went from a wreck on the edge of a metal breakdown so stressed out that I could even read to a happy slave that people liked Mistress Dallas had slowly cured me. Mistress Dallas got me to read again by using the Dream Wheel training, I can talk to people again, back to work thanks to sissy slave training, and Sissy School made me feel good about being a transsexual woman. She made me a better person and saved my life. I worship her and serve as her slave. I thank her when she chains me and I am proud to be collared with her name on it. It is a symbol of a fresh start in life as a sissy. I was nothing as a man but now I can do any thing as a woman. People like me better as a woman because I am happier now. I improved even more in Kink chat and Feminization chat I watched and learned my place. I started to meet people like me and people I never dreamed of its like the Sissy School break room. I am a slave first and do my sissy lessons for Mistress Dallas, but that a great place to visit and meet over sissies. That is when I found my place maybe I could help a depressed sissy or two by giving them a nice word or just listening to them. Now I am so proud to put on my nurse’s uniform or my maid’s uniform to serve my owner Mistress Dallas I rather be chained as a sissy slave than being a depressed person like I was before Sissy School. I came to Sissy School and learned my place as a submissive and I am much happier now and I am a better person that is why I love Sissy School. I need Sissy School to teach me how to be a productive professional woman it works and I want to do more for my self and others.
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