Transvestite Panties

THE PINK LINE

2011-02-13T22:04:00.000-08:00

Dear Followers,

The PINK LINE has always been a threat for Panties. THE PINK LINE represents: complete loss of control, complete obeisance, complete loss of will. The PINK LINE implies an emptied head, a head without opinions, a head full of panties. THE PINK LINE also means Panties met her goal of 100 barbies, Panties sealed her own fate by painting herself inside a pink box, and Panties gave up all m*nly pretensions and desires.

With great pleasure, Miss B and Miss D would like to announce that Panties has crossed THE PINK LINE. Panties has been under 24 hour surveillance for 2 weeks. Miss B and Miss B--and friends--have taken extreme measures and shifts to ensure that Panties bought her 100th Barbie, painted her home several shades of pink (just like Barbie!), decorated with all Barbie accessories, gave us a fashion show complete with dancing in her tutu and cat-walking in her "black mistress", served us meals without complaint, diaper squirted during spankings after any stray complaint, pressed her own mute button so that she would never complain again, and then handed over the keys to "her" home and passwords to all accounts. She is now locked in an undisclosed basement wearing her maid's uniform and a diaper (under her date panties) so that she can be prepared to serve us without relent for the rest of her days. We have used her credit card to hire a service to redecorate the training home to our more adult tastes. Panties will sadly never get to see it, nor report to you how she is being treated. Sissies aren't permitted to use the computer! A sissy is permitted no contact with the outside world! When we need our sissy, we blindfold her and lead her in OUR HOME so that she will still remember THE PINK LINE. She serves our every whim until we tire of her, then she is returned to her basement. Rest assured: she has company. She is surrounded by all her Barbies. Surf Barbie watches over them all to make sure she self trains while we are enjoying Panties' assets. Panties' dream has come true. Panties has crossed THE PINK LINE.

Miss B and Miss D

Girl Friends

2011-01-30T09:20:00.000-08:00

Miss D’s cold was just peaking, but she braved the mounds of snow to see a show with Miss B. She had on a red beret which makes her complexion look radiant and a bit Parisian. Panties was allowed to come along and enjoyed being in range of their friendship. Miss D is slightly protective of Miss B who is taller, but still spontaneous and given to looks and moves girls lose when they decide the world is not as nice as they thought. They liked the play, sipping hot chocolate at intermission then getting a bite to eat afterwards. Miss D had comfort food: French toast with ice cream. Miss B wanted an “egg in the basket” which the chef in the kitchen interpreted satisfactorily. They talked about Twiggy, lovers and love as well as leggings versus pantihose and other aspects of girl world. Miss D suggested Miss B accompany Panties to the ladies room to take her picture. Panties took one of Miss B who has these amazing amazed, eyebrows that make her big eyes look as if she were seeing God. Afterwards, walking in the cold, Miss B told a cautionary story about pot brownies, which can be deceptively potent. She had been warned, but she ate the whole of one small square and soon was unable to complete a sentence. She had been planning to see a band, but her friend lay her down to sleep it off, which is how girls take care of each other.

Sharing

2011-01-29T08:05:00.000-08:00

Panties envies Miss D’s friends mostly for being allowed to relate to her as equals. They don’t have to curtsy whenever they enter the room, or ask permission to speak or go outside. They don’t have to fall silent or touch their noses to the floor when she commands. But her BFFs benefit from her “What’s mine is yours” generosity which is guileless and automatic. Her friends have been told that they can use Panties as they like. Panties is required to buy holiday and birthday presents for Miss D’s friends and family and when Miss BR was excited about an unexpected Christmas present, Miss D insisted that Panties take credit for the gift, even though it was by her training that Panties acted. Panties knows Miss C’s birthday and likes and dislikes, and when she brings her apples, oranges, bananas, chocolate, fresh squeezed orange juice or wine or even a vacuum cleaner or a coffee maker, Miss C barely feels obliged to acknowledge the presents, much less bothering to thank her. (Although she might, just because she is naturally so considerate and polite.) Standing with Miss D on a seaside cliff recently, one sunny day, she thought ahead of a household one day where Panties would be permanently installed as their maid, secretary and servant. Miss D reminded Panties that she would be on duty even when she is out on her own (if she is allowed out on her own) with the unspoken assumption that Panties would not be allowed holidays, days off or even a moment, ever, when she mustn’t drop everything and hurry to attend to whatever whim Miss D and her friends might express. They also mentioned that Panties might be tasked with finding another sissy to share her duties and serve their endless needs. (And also because, as Miss D put it, “everyone needs some warmth and flesh-to-flesh contact," although in Panties' case, it would be "sissy flesh.”)

Panties' Saturday Night

2011-01-15T18:33:00.000-08:00

The main issue is you keep me awake thinking of ways to punish you. I want you punished before I see you next, and I want a record of it. Also, have Surf Barbie tell me what fines can be tied to complaining or making rude opinions; we've already discussed in-person fines.

Your punishment for voicing an opinion about my response to the Linda comments is to whip yourself with the pink whip while wearing the ruffled dress...and you will record it and send it to me. You have until Sunday night or you will be fined severely, And asked to do this again...as for all the other assignments below.

Your punishment for making a negative assumption about my judgment is to have a diaper squirt while wearing the yellow dress...which you will record as much as possible of this and email it to me by Sunday night.

Your punishment for complaining about finances is to stand in a corner under a plant or holding a plant on top of your head for 30 minutes while wearing your black ball gown...filming this and emailing it by Sunday night of course.

And your punishment for suggesting your own needs take precedence over mine in a recent email is to yell out the window, "I wear Panties" while wearing your ruffled dress...and filming this and emailing it to me by Sunday night.

Your combined punishment for positing negativity about the seminar and for misunderstanding my directions about adding TASP to the calendar and flight info listed on the same document is to wear your girl jeans and sweater and girl boots and repeat over and over: "I am a petite girl"...film this carefully and send it to me by Sunday night.

You have a busy weekend, and of course I'll watch these videos and this will be part of your formal training. NO COMPLAINTS OR EXCUSES ABOUT THIS. GO! CANCEL ANY PLANS IF THESE TASKS DON'T FIT INTO YOUR PLANS...and of course for added humility, it is okay to have an assistant help you film...or you can just set the camera on a tripod.

Now I should sleep better,

D

Death of a Transvestite

2011-01-08T08:18:00.000-08:00

Miss D surprised Panties with another present: a softcover copy of “Death of a Transvestite,” by Ed Wood. She explained that since she had noticed Panties surfing on-line without permission, she was hereby forbidding Panties’ reading anything non-sissy. And here she was adding to Panties’ collection of sissy literature which she intended eventually to be all Panties would be allowed to read. Panties read the first chapter which was an account of a self-aware transvestite on death row:

“The foremost thought in any honest transvestite’s mind is to die in female attire...And to be buried in such clothes...a blouse, a soft cardigan sweater, a skirt, high-heeled shoes and the proper undies.”

Note the cardigan sweater. According to the photo on the back, Ed Wood had delicate features reminiscent of F. Scott Fitzgerald, who also wore women’s clothes in his college years. After a photo was published of him in drag for a college review, he was offered a job as a female impersonator. He also wore a dress (as a “prank”) to a dance at the University of Minnesota. It’s unclear what he wore under his skirts, or what fantasies he might have entertained involving an electric chair. Transvestites might consider, as a less-lethal experience and as an alternative to novocaine, a visit to the dentist in a skirt or dress and high heels. Maybe a female dentist for her gentle touch if not her creativity. Sissies, of course, should barely care how her breast presses into the side of your face She will get some of your lipstick, or lipgloss on her gloves and she may smell your perfume. You actually might enjoy the the needle, gripping the hem of your skirt, pressing your legs, (in pantihose) together, or squirming in the chair as the drill starts up–

Five Dresses

2011-01-02T17:36:00.000-08:00

“I want you to fall in love with this dress...develop a relationship...make love to it. Then one day I’ll cut it to pieces before you. You’ll get angry, no, you won’t get angry, you’ll just get really, really upset and you’ll cry. So enjoy her because one day she will be taken away from you forever.”

Dreaming of a Pink Christmas

2011-01-02T12:16:00.000-08:00

Panties had a wonderful and special holiday starting with a gift bag from Miss D filled with credit card receipts charged to Panties' account. Panties was also given a bracelet of dark marbles to match her long black dress (which she is to fall in love with tragically). On Christmas Day Panties fixed breakfast for Miss D and spent the rest of the day vacuuming the floors and carpets and doing a giant pile of laundry. Panties was hoping not to have to spend the first day of the New Year menstruating, but Miss D declined to shift Panties’ cycle, preferring it to be regular, as are Panties’ special pleasures which are only allowed on Sundays (but never when Miss D is anywhere in the house). So a little after midnight of the New Year Panties dressed herself in her pad and belt under her panties and nightie. The next morning, the sticky red in her panties notified Panties of big changes to come in the new year.

New Rule

2010-12-25T14:15:00.000-08:00

“From now on, whenever you meet a girl, especially a pretty girl, you are to tell her you are wearing panties within the first few minutes of the conversation. You don’t have to be weird about it, but you could mention, how happy you are about the panties you have on, and ask her where she buys her panties.”

Miss BR

2010-12-11T18:54:00.000-08:00

Miss BR looks a little like this, only cuter, with shaggier hair and darker coloring. She’s only twenty, but has read many books already and has a breathy, soft voice that sounds both innocent and clever. She’ll stand in an oversize sweater and just the way she moves her shoulders makes you wish you could be her friend forever. But Miss D has other plans. Recently she and Miss C informed her thoroughly about who Panties really is. Miss D told her about Panties’ menstruation and date panties and how Panties had to recite panty poetry and dance in a tutu at her coming out party. (“And she doesn’t have a penis!” exclaimed Miss C.) Miss BR was delighted at the prospect of Panties in her Maid’s uniform scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees. She said with a whispery smile and to Miss D’s great amusement: “Who needs a vacuum cleaner, when you have Panties to crawl around picking up dirt?” She liked the idea of Panties wearing bloomers to keep her panties from showing when she bends over. (“Maybe a light blue, no, hot pink!”) Miss D told her she can use Panties however she wants and that Panties had been told to obey her. Most recently, Miss D spoke to Panties about some new rules: “From now on, whenever I come in the room, you are to curtsy or bow to me. You are to do the same with Miss C and Miss BR.” Panties cannot imagine how it is to be close to this interesting girl, what it is like to sit drinking wine, joking, and enjoying the company of this interesting girl. Instead she will learn to make her bed and cook her meals.

New Rule

2010-11-28T19:49:00.000-08:00

According to Miss D, her BFF Miss C is infatuated with Miss B whose ethereal trails reach from San Diego to Seattle. For Panties, her voice still echoes in the aisle where female incontinence products are sold. Recently Miss D revived the tradition: “New rule– from now on, when you ask for a squirt or have an accidental squirt, I’m going to ask you to drink lots of water and have a diaper squirt.” When she heard how Panties would have to put down newspaper and wait for the moment in the presence of Miss B, Miss D said, “I’d like to see that, too. You’re going to become a creature that’s part dog and part baby.”

White Wine

2010-11-20T10:05:00.000-08:00

Miss D was telling Miss BR how Panties wants to be a girl more than anything in the world, and since most girls are heterosexual she should be interested in all things penis including things you do to a penis if you are a girl with a healthy sex drive. Panties already has been taught what to think when she sees a dollop of mayo or a glass of white wine. Miss D knows what Panties has done in a hotel room when the only other body present was by no means female. She knows what Panties performed in a car parked in a desolate part of town for as little as five dollars. She declared prophetically that Panties would never kiss a girl again, and that she would be glad about it. Recently, Panties was minding her own business watching a gaggle of transvestites around the pool table. When she returned to the dance floor one of them followed her to chat. At the end of the night she offered Panties a ride back to where Miss D was staying. Miss D wasn’t home, but Panties declined to let her come in for a sissy nightcap (there was only red wine in the house). But she agreed to watch while the other sissy hiked up her skirt and pulled down her serious panties and pantihose and did what sissies love to do. Panties was shy about touching the forbidden flesh, but she submitted to resting her fingers and red nails lightly on the hairy wrist of her fellow sissy, causing a hot, white ejaculation which Panties was not quite quick enough to avoid.

Kiss Here

2010-11-07T05:29:00.000-08:00

Panties is getting nudged away from her ideas about the textures, smells and pastel sounds of cuddling with a real girl. Although Miss D is a constant reminder of how dreamy, wonderful it is to be close to someone like her, Panties finds herself thinking about something closer to what a real girl feels, smells, tastes when she is intimate with the opposite sex. Miss D has been repetitively urging Panties to give up her silly ideas of ever trying to please a woman. She thinks it would be a crime against women for any one to find themselves in bed with a transvestite who sees her primarily as a vehicle for panties to be in motion. She is intrigued by some of the sissies who have written, however. She has no problem with the idea of a sissy lover, where each would get exactly what they want and what they deserve. Panties is already dreaming of her face right at the crotch panel of a pair of panties, wet and distended in the wrong places... This call for sissies might also involve housework and possibly even a loving relationship with Panties. But it’s first of all, about sissy bonding and helping Panties take her medicine.

Slip

2010-10-31T06:35:00.000-07:00

Panties already experiencing PMS, remembers how she tried to impress Miss N, who instead of a kiss, gave Panties a bag of her old clothes with the clear understanding that Panties would put them to good use, meaning she would wear them. Most of the clothes were not very girly. There was a light blue and white striped shirt with buttons on the right, a white shirt trimmed with a blue sailor’s collar, and a pair of purple culottes. It’s almost as if Miss N were reluctant to fully endorse Panties’s transvestism. But at the bottom of the bag she sent a message which Panties took to heart: a white, lacy slip given to Miss N by her mother. This set the stage for Miss D’s interpretation of the garment as something Panties will wear in the presence of her lover, a transvestite, or even a m*n, after nonchalantly pulling off her dress or skirt and blouse and walking around as if there were no special intent. Panties no longer thinks about it being a female body under the slips she and her intimate friends wear. As her vocabulary is re-trained, the slip becomes an intense, light, ribbony, flirty world between skirts and panties, no longer just a garment a girl wears for mostly practical purposes.

Lovers

2010-10-16T09:21:00.000-07:00

She knows the things that made Panties’ panties wet and is editing the list of what things will make her panties wet from now on. In place of breasts and vaginas she prefers Panties to get hot and bothered about Lifesize Barbie and dresses. She is getting Panties to see how erotic a withdrawal slip or a list of assignments can be. She wants to deepen Panties’ relationship with old lovers, including her transvestism, panties, and of course, other transvestites dressed in panties, bras, garterbelts, nylons and slips. She knows where Panties has been, including the space between these thighs, how she spent a few hours with her face getting to know that special sissy place, with her sissy thighs likewise being tickled by transvestite kisses. And she knows that no one made Panties dress herself and rendezvous in a motel near the airport. No one made Panties hike her skirt and parade herself in a women's undergarments. No one made her do things that would absolutely be considered "proper use of her mouth."

Oral Lessons

2010-10-09T07:13:00.000-07:00

Panties, very relieved that her period is over, is dressed in a pink bra and tan panties with light pantihose. She is wearing her yellow dress which Miss D helped her buy after Panties admired the yellow dress an actress was wearing on-stage. Panties is reviewing her lessons, how she is no longer allowed to freely drink red wine in Miss D’s presence and how Miss D’s BFF Miss C first scolded Panties for “using your mouth incorrectly,” which is how Miss D now refers as well to any utterance which is unbefitting a sissy transvestite, such as any complaint or opinion even, and more recently, any utterance at all without the necessary permission. Miss D doesn’t require Panties to moo the way Miss B liked, but Panties isn’t allowed to address Miss D without first asking, in a high, humble, voice, “May I speak, Miss D?” One morning when Panties neglected this protocol and had whined about some trivial matter, Miss D left Panties on her knees and returned a minute later with a tumbler of white wine and a penis straw. Panties had to sip the wine through the penis straw and then perform oral sex, noisily on the penis straw before drinking the rest of the white wine. Miss D was delighted: “This is for using your mouth improperly. From now on you won’t be able to drink white wine without thinking of male ejaculate. For you, white wine is cum. You are sexually aroused by white wine, because it reminds you of cum. You are sexually aroused by white wine because you had to drink through a penis straw and give the penis straw a blowjob.”

Unmentionables

2010-10-03T07:37:00.000-07:00

Panties, dressed in the same outfit as yesterday, but with a fresh pad, is learning her unique way of relating to women, even those who might be girl friends. She is learning that she isn't on an equal footing with any of these girls, having been bent over by a number of them simply because they ordered it. Panties remembers Carol, who made Panties bend down and kiss her feet. She knew Panties was menstruating and went around back for a better view. And Tasia, who is barely 20, dressed Panties in pink panties, garterbelt, nylons, and high heels under a glittery dress and had her kneel as would no other of her friends, on the bed. Miss J has had been entertained by Panties on her knees, displaying her unmentionables, and Miss B has often directed Panties into her “favorite position” which is also the best angle for administering a spanking. Miss D intends for Panties to be a proper lady, even as she commands her into an occasional un-lady-like, immodest pose.

Sticky Thighs

2010-10-02T09:50:00.000-07:00

Panties is dressed in her Pink Calvin Klein bra, Vanity Fair hipster panties, garter belt, seamed stockings, slip and high heels. She is wearing her Barbie bracelets and red lipstick and earrings. Last night she slept in her pink, nylon knee-length nightie with lace trim down the front, bra and panties and sanitary belt with napkin. Her period started late today but her flow is heavier than normal. She is feeling her menstrual discomfort (in her feet) but is comforted by the extra fullness in her panties. Miss D was amused hearing Miss B comment how Panties needs her napkin without which there is not much of any kind of bulge at all in her panties. Miss D is more reasonable than Miss B or Miss J who had Panties menstruating for 14 days or as punishment, 30 days which meant that Panties could only squirt one day during months with 31 days. Miss D still won’t allow Panties to squirt during her period, but Panties hopes that she might allow her to substitute any brand of modern pads for the belted sanitary napkins which Miss B and Miss J emphatically preferred. They also were very happy at the idea of Panties having to menstruate forever, unlike real women who get relief at menopause. Miss D has not commented on this.

Miss D

2010-09-26T09:53:00.000-07:00

She won't even let you touch her pretty knees.

She won't let you kiss her ear.

She might let you buy her a book.

She might let you pay her phone bill.

She doesn't like melon.

For R.A.

2010-09-21T17:31:00.000-07:00

A plush velvet Chesterfield becomes quite the occasion when one sits with bare legs and a skirt. Let’s not forget the bra and panties which one should take for granted by now. The nylons or pantihose, once (what is that pompous Latin expression that means something like, ‘obligatory’...? ) part of every outfit even on the hottest days, have yielded to a trial of spray-on pantihose, which is really just aerosol makeup for the legs. The greater expanse of flesh on fabric makes the idea of trousers as passé as say, one of those thick necked football commentators you see on television. If one browses the photography sites long enough one will find others who have posed on this couch.

Hello Again

2010-09-15T18:04:00.000-07:00

The Return of Miss B

Miss B fades in like a ghost. She has been dreaming of rose macaroons, silver-dollar size chewy confections with a cream filling. Five years ago, she wrote:

Reply to: anon-97754988@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-09-15, 3:50PM EDT

Seeking slave to serve three beautiful women
Your responsibilities will include clean our apartmen in a little French maid outfit, doing shopping and laundry our anything else our hearts desire.
Your reward will be permission to perform manicures and pedicures.
There is no sexual contact your pleasure will be fulfilling satisfying us.
You will be required to keep a written journal about your experience in our environment.
Strictly professional environment
this is in or around ____________. (Details on the shadow blog)

Girls Night Out

2010-09-12T10:21:00.000-07:00

Miss R no longer thinks of Panties as other than a transvestite either in name or dress. Miss D has further programmed Panties to be less of a presence when she is allowed out with them. “You are no longer allowed to drink with us,” she said. “When we are drinking wine, you will have a glass of juice. You are not allowed to have opinions, except when I allow you to. And I will tell you what your opinions are.” Miss D and Miss B can enjoy their evenings with Panties sitting by as a demure, deferential, humble, polite, mostly silent sissy. At the end of the night Miss D and Miss B ignore the check, concentrating on enjoying each other’s company and friendship. Panties must be content with being that close to such achingly warm, pretty, cute, funny, smart girls, while no longer being free to engage them as would any of their peers, male or female.

Train Training

2010-09-10T21:09:00.000-07:00

You won’t be jealous of my lover. You’ll be jealous of me as a girl who can have such a lover. Tonight I want you to ask a man for his phone number. You want a choice? Okay you can either ask a man for his phone number or you can do a pole dance. Now. I’m giving you a choice. You should be glad I’m giving you a choice. In the future when you don’t want to do something I’ve ordered I don’t want you to ask if you can do something else. You should just go ahead and do it and see if you are excused from doing the first. For example, if you don’t want to have to go out in your maid’s uniform you should go to the park and raise your skirt with your panties soiled with (strawberry) menstrual jelly. Then you just have to wait and see if I accept that or make you perform the original assignment as I ordered. Pole dance? Okay. Don’t be shy. That woman’s looking at you. But you should get used to it. (Laughs.) Hold that pose. Smile! Good job, Panties.

Sissy Cramps

2010-08-31T20:14:00.000-07:00

Panties will slip on her blue ankle length nylon nightie tonight with a white bra and white Vanity Fair bikini panties trimmed with lace at the waistband and the legholes. Panties will also wear her sanitary belt with a napkin and a pair of high heels which has been added to her menstrual routine. Whether or not Panties suffers her special kind of menstrual cramps, she will lie in her bed well aware of her time of the month. In the morning she will put on a fresh pad, sticky with menstrual jelly under her panties before dressing in her basic outfit of bra, panties, garterbelt, nylons, high heels, and earrings, rings and panties pendant.

My Purse

2010-08-23T12:56:00.001-07:00

Sisterly Advice

2010-08-21T15:30:00.000-07:00

Linda writes:

1. Regarding your periods, there is much more you could do to simulate the unpleasant sensations that go with them. One is to wear your bra in a tighter setting or wear the next size smaller. Same with panties. Glad to see you are being made to wear high heels at that time. There is also a concept called period simulation. You insert a fluid or ice cube in your sissy pussy that leaks out during the day. Better have a pad or tampon in place. If interested, I'll give you more specifics.

2. Glad to see Miss D is considering recruiting a playmate for you. Assuming this happens, you will be well on your way to experiencing what it's like to service another sissy. (A real man should come next!) Wonder who will do what to whom first? This should provide additional nails in the coffin regarding your expectation of dating a real woman in the future. Few women will consider giving the time of day to a sissy cocksucker.

3. Regarding the visit to the sex store, I was disappointed that you did not describe the full list of items purchased. I hope you were instructed to purchase two dildos, condoms (in colors), and small and medium sized butt plugs along with some lub. Perhaps a penis gag too for when you bring up inappropriate subjects or talk too much. The dildos and plugs will prepare your for your new sissy friend. I'm sure Miss D and her friends will enjoy giving you detailed feedback on how you are progressing with your cocksucking training. One approach is to tape the dildo to a table that is the height of your mouth when you are on your knees (the most likely cocksucking position). You can then practice placing the condom on the dildo before sucking it so as to get used to the latex taste. (I fully support safe sex for sissies.) If you wonder why I suggest two dildos, think about what you are using the butt plugs for. The second dildo comes next!

4. I think it would be nice if during each blog post you list the lingerie you are wearing as well as your outerwear. Please describe your panties in detail.

5. When you are permitted a sissy wanking (can't recall the exact term), I would love to hear your describe it, what you used (your plain hand, a discarded pair of Miss D's panties, etc.), your body's position, and who watched. (I hope you always have an audience!) You should always collect and eat your cum. Finally, you should report this in your blog whenever it takes place.

6. I believe Miss D has written elsewhere that she generally supports having sissies locked up. So why is yours still free? Do you have any piercings or sissy tattoos? Can we see pictures? I'm sure all your readers would like to see pics of you, not just your pantyhose covered rear as you kneel on the floor.

Hope you find my comments useful. - Linda

Red Nails and Popcorn

2010-08-20T14:03:00.001-07:00

Panties is accumulating hours and days of memories as a girl, being seen by the world as a girl and occasionally, as a transvestite, and occasionally as a sissy. Panties has seen three movies she won’t forget, first because they were excellent movies, but also because she was dressed in a bra and panties under her skirts and eating popcorn the way you do when you don’t want to mess your lipstick. Sitting in the front row you can put up your legs and show off your pretty red toenails, but you also have to worry about staying modest. At a late night showing of The Kids are Alright, Panties enjoyed watching the mother-lesbian-family-sex drama from the point of view of a female. She watched, fascinated by the opposite sex, how they bulldoze their way through the world in their drab heavy, practical shirts, and shoes, leaving the girls exasperated, flustered, and often charmed.

A Friend For Panties

2010-08-19T13:24:00.000-07:00

Around a dozen transvestites have answered Miss B’s call. This was the first:

Hello my names bobbi & i'm a 48 yr. old sissy pantyboy. i've been a sissy since age 11 & love dress up in pretty girly things. I have worked as a maid & yes a cook also, i'd love to meet your girl & you.
please tell me what my next step is?

sissy bobbi

Then there was Christy, a petite, pretty gurl in a black slip-dress:

Hi
Well I am 5ft 5in tall and love being a fem sissy and so would love a real relationship with people that like a fem and be able to do all the things a true sissy gurl should do...

Panties was hoping she would work out, but Miss D says she has not been in contact, maybe scared off by this blog.

There were others, Sasha, Trish, Megan some looking for games, some not really understanding the nature of the position. (One demanded a photo and seemed to be negotiating rather than obeying). Panties hopes Miss D chooses Tristan:

I'm not looking for a one night stand... my hopes is becoming your property to be used and enjoyed by you at your wish and desire.. I wear panties and have lots of lingerie. i have nylons..garter... and i do own a car... i live -------... and getting to know your sissy intimately your sissy???? Yes is if this is what you desire..

About my experience... i'm a novice CD.. I have dressed, in panties since i was about 6 or 7, stealing my sister... Later in life i used my mom's and girlfriends.. since then i have bought my own and have many... i have been experimenting with dressing over the last couple of years...and have a about 8 dildos and use them all the time..

is this ok>>>

Panties is resisting less, the idea of never kissing a real girl again, but finding fulfillment and happiness with another transvestite sissy.

Panty Training

2010-08-18T01:17:00.000-07:00

“You like the marks left by the waistband when you pull down your panties. You like the label which is sometimes a loop of nylon and sometimes a flat tag.” Miss D was picking up the thread from Miss B about turning Panties’ brain into a pair of panties. (With a big box of popcorn and sitting with Miss C) Miss D had listened to Miss B’s lessons on how Panties should allow herself to turn into panties, how Panties should aspire to the oblivion of being a pair of panties lying on the bed, being a pair of panties fluttering to the feet of a pretty girl, being a pair of panties being hand-washed, being the various components of a pair of panties. She imagined a spelling bee where Panties would suffer a specific disadvantage: “The next word is “onomatopoeia.’” “P-A-N-T-I-E-S.” “I don’t think you heard me clearly, the word is ‘onomatopoeia.’” “P-A-N-T-I-E-S.” “I’m sorry, you’re going to have to sit down.” Or Panties would compete in a special spelling bee where she has to spell panty-related words: ‘Maidenform,’ ‘Vanity Fair,’ ‘Wacoal,’ ‘Vassarette,’ ‘leghole,’ ‘crotch panel...’” Miss D previewed Panties’ yoga training, how, dressed in a her pink leotard or unitard, she would concentrate on how her panties were stretched and contorted with each successive pose. Miss D lectured Panties on how to relate to her Barbies according to their panties: “You like how Surf Barbie wears swimsuit style panties. You like how Mika Barbie wears Hawaiian style panties.” This led into Miss D’s main lesson, teaching Panties her unique way of relating to women, including women she used to be attracted to: “When you walk into a room of girls you won’t be interested in the girls except as a reason for there to be panties in the room.” Panties was given an assignment involving two girls she had been dating most recently, Nealy and Lee. Panties’ homework was to write individual poems about their panties. Both girls would receive special pink envelopes one of these days, or perhaps be treated to a personal recital at Panties’ debutante soiree.

Customizing

2010-08-16T17:00:00.000-07:00

This morning Miss D set Panties to work scrubbing the floor and washing the dishes. She instructed Panties to work hard even on meaningless assignments. For example, even if room service were coming to clean the toilet, Panties may be asked to get down on her hands and knees to scrub the toilet and surrounding tiles. “I just like seeing you clean,” said Miss D gaily. After being served a fruit plate and cup of tea, she set about re-setting Panties’ mute button. She added a button just beneath the back clasp of Panties’ bra to silence Panties for an hour. One press of the lower button switches Panties to ultra-sissy voice. Two presses she re- programmed so that every other word spoken by Panties is “panties.” She had fun testing this command. (“This panties book panties is panties about panties...) Then she set everything to “voice activate” and reviewed the consequences if the voice feature should ever fails, forcing Miss D to have to manually press buttons.

Body Modification

2010-08-15T15:28:00.000-07:00

After using her mouth improperly once too often, Panties has been fitted with a mute button on her lower back, just above the waistband of her bikini panties. When Miss D wants quiet, she simply calls out, “Panties, mute button!” Panties immediately falls silent and comes over, bending over slightly, as if for a spanking. Miss D can either lift her blouse or skirt and press the button, once, lightly, to switch her to ultra-sissy voice, or once, hard, to silence her for an hour. She can also snap the waistband of Panties’ panties as a warning. She hasn’t decided how to customize the settings, to set the duration of the mute, or to add functions, but for now if she presses the button twice, Panties is compelled to work the word “Panties” cleverly, into every sentence she utters. For example, if Panties wants permission to drink wine, she has to say, “May I please drink some wine to help me celebrate the panties I'm wearing?"

If Panties is ever slow to respond to the command, or if the button ever fails, Panties faces fines and having the mute button permanently tatooed onto her back. Miss D also mentioned having a second button installed just beneath the back of Panties’ bra, but she hasn’t decided how it would differ, if at all, from the one lower down.

One of Us

2010-08-14T15:36:00.000-07:00

Panties has been put to work intensively recently, shopping, cleaning, writing correspondence and cover letters for Miss D, acting as her travel agent, and helping prepare her for a move. Panties has learned her likes (as should all future aspiring Sissies For Miss D): home fries, agave syrup, feta cheese, dark chocolate, orange juice; and dislikes: raw onions, melons. This morning she served her an omelet with a glass of orange juice and a cup of tea. She is responsible as well for Miss D’s meals she doesn’t herself prepare. Last Saturday she made reservations for Miss D and her friend, Miss KC at a restaurant downtown known for its view. Miss KC is the youngest of Miss D’s BFFs, but she’s spontaneous, funny, and super sharp. Like most girls who are barely legal, Miss KC is unimpressed by haute cuisine (although she is a creative and instinctive cook and likes to eat healthy) and expressed a preference for a spaghetti restaurant on the edge of town. It turned out to be a magical place with chandeliers, colored glass and great food and drink. The waitress was an pretty girl (rather Ellen Page pretty as opposed to Angelina Jolie pretty), originally from San Diego. Lowering her voice Miss D pointed at Panties and told her that tonight they were celebrating Panties’ embarking on the first steps toward her “change,” which caused the waitress to smile delightedly and hug Panties. Later she served Panties’ ice cream with a single candle in it. The next day, Miss D explained the milestone to Panties: “She didn’t know whether you had the operation or not, but she was welcoming you to the sisterhood...as someone without a penis, of course. She saw you as someone she would never dream of having a sexual relationship with... Did you save the candle?”

Miss D's Diary

2010-08-04T00:21:00.000-07:00

Panties has been serving in my new apartment. She's been a good girl cooking and cleaning and attending to my friends and me under a new set of rules. These rules were put into effect after she made several major errors yesterday. She whines about my demands for her obeisance. I told her she was using her mouth incorrectly. I told her she needs a personality change and served her a cup of chardonnay with a plastic penis straw in it and made her drink the wine while giving fellatio to the penis straw, imagining it was cum. From now on she will think of this whenever she drinks white wine. I told her she is no longer allowed to address me without asking first, "Miss D may I speak?" She also must ask permission for expressing any opinion. After implementing these rules, her behavior is much improved. I said to her, "Good job, Panties."

A Painted Thief (...Continued)

2010-07-27T11:17:00.000-07:00

The room was filled with over a dozen girls, all displaying an infidel’s immodesty of flesh. A mostly naked dancer sidled over to one of the men in the shadows, and after the briefest of exchanges, spread her legs and sat down on him, her huge breasts pressed into his face. Across the way, Miss D (the only Double-X girl in the room other than the bartender) watched Panties fend off the wandering hands of the man who had alighted beside her. Panties sent the man for drinks, which he interpreted as license to enjoy with his hands and fingers, what he had been admiring with his eyes. The pretty bartender had emphatically warned Panties about their cheap wine, but the $12 gin-and-tonic tasted harsh and chemically sweet. “You have beautiful hands,” said the man, trying to link fingers. He was even more in love with Panties’ legs. Panties looked over at Miss D who was texting on her cell. (You are a girl trying to please a man...) Panties shifted in her seat as the man’s hands crept up her thigh. Panties sat demurely, looking anxiously to Miss D who was chatting with another man while texting. (Lapdance...) Panties was led into the corner where her skirt was rucked up in the back and she was sat on the lap of her man. She tried to enjoy it as a girl would, eagerly moving her hips to please her man, but she was also aware she was wet, as was the floor in front of them after Panties began to touch her man the way a girl might, or more precisely, the way he would. Panties had expected the man to lose interest after ejaculation, but it was only after two more shots into the dark that he let her go.

A few seats away, Miss D had left her bag while she danced with one of her admirers. She was the prettiest creature in the room in her casual skirt and top, with little makeup, but dripping with the natural chemistry any of the gurls would kill for. She’s a trusting girl, too, which is why she makes friends wherever she goes. While she was on the floor, her purse was rifled and she lost her wallet containing her credit card and driver’s license, as well as a new, metallic-red, Lumix camera. The bar was closing, and one of her new friends implored her to party on at another bar that stayed open past dawn. We got out on the street and managed to charm a passing car to drive us to midtown where the driver, another man, joined us for a drink. That’s where we met Meghan and at least two other real girls. But that’s another story.

A Painted Thief

2010-07-25T15:47:00.000-07:00

When the air hangs heavy, with the dew point pushing 80, a can of spray-on pantihose is a girl’s best friend. The best way to put it on is standing fully dressed on a few sheets of newspaper and spraying your legs in short strokes of color. Miss D and Miss R sat in the hot darkness enjoying an after-theater drink and meal at an Irish pub not far from Madison Square Garden. The girls renewed their friendship, Miss D doing much of the talking and Miss R listening with that mix of gentle, friendly intelligence you rarely find in the city. Panties was reminded of her limited part of what might at first look to be three girls at a table in the garden– she could join in the conversation only up to the point where Miss D would cut her off with a look, or a firm “Panties!” when she was speaking in too many statements, rather than in submissive questions, or when she sounded anywhere close to relating to either girl as someone who might hope for something more than an air kiss or a girly hug at the end of the night. When Panties expressed an insufficiently modest opinion about the play, Miss D loudly suggested that Panties herself write a play about panties. Earlier Miss D had told Panties she should start looking forward to kissing a man which would in fact, not be a homosexual act, but simply a straight expression of feeling between a woman to a man. Later... long after midnight, Panties found herself silently following Miss D into a basement event filled with drab, shlubby men and hard-bodied girls in heavy makeup and short, tight outfits. Miss D instructed Panties to find a man and give him a lap dance. She left Panties sitting next to an elderly Asian girl and went to the ladies room. (Continued...)

Art Project

2010-07-16T07:47:00.000-07:00

Miss C informed Panties of a gallery opening where her drawings of Panties in various states of attire— progressing from full face semi-sissy without makeup or wig to diligent secretary in heels and pantihose, to ballerina, to cheerleader, to final state of pantied servitude: on her knees, scrubbing the floor in her maid’s uniform— would hang on the walls. Panties would be on display as well, along with her transvestite poetry beneath each painting. She will have done all the work (including purchasing all art supplies, gallery inquiries, publicity, refreshments), and if Miss C and Miss D were satisfied with the results, might be allowed to enjoy the party in a cocktail dress and high heels, carrying her sequined hot-pink purse, rather than in a short cocktail waitress skirt white blouse and apron, wearing low heels, silently scurrying about to tend to the needs of the guests. The paintings may be sold to a collector or museum as a narrative series, but you may be able to purchase some of the preliminary sketches if you ask Miss C politely.

Like a Lady

2010-07-15T12:25:00.000-07:00

Miss D and her BFF Miss C passed a sex store and purchased several items to help with Panties’ training. Miss C is most gentle and kind with her friends, but Panties has learned she doesn’t forgive quickly. She still remembers when Panties dared take liberties, commenting on one of her paintings. She was also upset over Panties’ insinuations when Miss D had generously permitted her to discuss books, not as a peer, but on a level more advanced than Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden. Fingering a pack of colorful Penis Straws they had bought, Miss C explained to Panties that she would not always be allowed to touch her lips to the cups and glasses Miss C and Miss D and their friends drank from, that when Panties spoke the wrong way she would immediately have one of the penis straws popped in her mouth. Said Miss C: “When you do something bad with your mouth, you’ll have to use that straw. So you’re going to be very careful with your how you use your mouth, won’t you, in the future, Miss Panties?"

Cramps

2010-07-07T07:06:00.000-07:00

Seven evenings ago Panties slipped between her Barbie sheets and Barbie pillow case having dressed herself in her sanitary belt and napkin beneath her panties, bra and nightgown. During menstruation (she has come to pronounce the word as does Miss D, drawn out in four syllables) Panties is spared the ordeal of sore nipples and water retention, but beginning this period, Panties would have her first taste of sissy cramps as prescribed by Miss D during a recent training session. She had been teaching Panties about high heels, specifically, about how Panties was to wear them whenever she was doing secretarial work. Panties listened as Miss D assigned Panties’ version of the curse, to be endured for the first week of every month hereafter:

...You like how the spike hurts the middle of the heel, (makes) your toes press into the point of the shoe causing pain because it arches unnaturally, that goes up the bone, even at the top of the foot all the way up to your shin to just below your knee. From now on this will be your menstrual cramps. The week you’re menstruating you are to wear high heels the entire day except to shower. Of course you can wear flats for my errands or for working around the house, but it means you’ll have to sleep in high heels when you’re on your period.

Lying in bed, the high heel shoes felt hot and insistent on Panties' feet. She soon fell asleep though and woke the next morning immediately aware it was the first day of her monthly cycle which she would soon remember for the two days of especially heavy flow and her special menstrual cramps.

A Date With Miss CY

2010-06-30T11:11:00.000-07:00

Standing in Miss CY’s bathroom in her bra and pantihose and black bikini panties, Panties pondered all the other maids across the world throughout history who once stood in the unfamiliar bathroom of the mistress of the house, their expectations for the succeeding hours so very different from any boyfriend’s or guest’s. Panties zipped up the front of her maid’s uniform, tied on her apron and freshened her makeup, barely noting the tiny decorated mirrors hanging by the towel rack. Within ten minutes she was polishing them diligently while Miss CY and Miss D sat on the couch drinking wine. Next, Miss CY took Panties into her bedroom to hang and arrange a big pile of clothes on her bed. She was almost apologetically appreciative as Panties sorted her sweaters and tops according to sleeve length and style. Panties then was taught how to make the bed, adjusting the duvet just the way Miss CY likes it. She was thrilled to see Panties taking such care prompting Miss D to comment: “She is your maid. She should thank, you.” In the kitchen, Miss D was pleased to hear that Miss CY had let her sink fill up with dirty dishes in anticipation of Panties’ visit.
When Panties was finished with the dishes, she discretely asked Miss D whether she might have some wine. Miss D handed Miss CY her pocket video camera which she had been using to record Panties’ training. She poured a half cup of wine into a saucer and placed it on the floor.
“Panties? You asked for wine and I said I’d rather you didn’t drink, but then I said I think (Miss CY) would like to see you drink out of a dish on the floor....”
“Please," implored Panties, hesitating.
“Panties...”
I’m sorry, I don’t,” pleaded Panties.
“I know,” said Miss D, “Panties... Aren’t you glad I’m not making you crawl on the floor—“ (Sit, now!) She mouthed silently.
Panties dropped to her hands and knees.
“There,” said Miss D, “Isn’t this better? Let’s see. Panties, you’re drinking wine out of a dish on the floor. You don’t have to drink it all at once. You’re going to tire yourself out and you’re going to get drunk and you’re not going to do a good job cleaning.”
Panties kept her face in the saucer of wine.
“So Panties, may I show her that you’re wearing panties? Or is it too extreme...?
“At Burning Man I’ve seen many things,” said Miss CY.
Panties felt her dress being hiked up in the back.
“Look at the lace, there, see?” said Miss D.
“Nice choice,” said Miss CY.
“And she’s wearing a matching bra and these, what do you call them, bikini panties?”
Panties felt her skirt being replaced.
“And she’s wearing pantihose and she’s wearing a slip...”
Panties again felt the hem of her dress being lifted.
“Are these the kind of pantihose with a line up the back? Noo, Panties. Because when she’s dressed as a secretary she wears pantihose with the line up the back, but when she’s dressed as a maid she wears, hardier ones.”
“That would make sense,” said Miss CY.
Panties sat up on her knees.
“I had her drink from a dish partially to symbolize that she can’t sit around drinking wine with us. She’s not on equal terms with us, she’s here to clean.”
Which Panties did, dutifully. She was sent back out into the rain to pick up takeout from a nearby Thai restaurant, after which the girls watched television while Panties filed and painted their toenails.

A Date With Miss CY

2010-06-28T07:58:00.000-07:00

Just a few days earlier at the Yoga Center, Panties had watched Miss CY, dressed in white, perform an athletic dance she had choreographed which was both sensual and spiritual. After, they chatted over canapes and wine. Miss D was recalling how Panties thought Miss CY was making arrangements for some sort of date with her, unaware that Miss D had previously told Miss CY all about her sissy maid and had even offered to lend Panties to clean her house. Panties protested that Miss CY was talking about a romantic date, which caused Miss D to smile. “It’s so sad, but it is so delightful,” said Miss D, not unkindly. “You know how I’m against abuse, and I’m really not saying this to hurt your feelings, but you should really know how much (women) prefer you this way (as a transvestite)...” Panties mentioned her engaging conversation with Miss V, another attractive girl who was friends with Miss CY. “She was just being polite,” said Miss D.

It was raining hard when Panties and Miss D pulled up in front of Miss CY’s house, which they found not so much by its address than from its being just beyond a small round-about. Panties noted the particulars of driving in a skirt and pantihose, how the seatbelt crossed over her breasts, how she was perceived as a “lady driver” from the vantage of others on the road. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but Miss D had instructed her to bring along her maid’s uniform. Through the downpour, they could make out Miss CY standing in the doorway. Behind her, the warm glow from her living room held off the twilight. She greeted Panties warmly, without a hint of condescension. Miss CY was dressed in a lavender skirt and top. Her hair was tied back and she wore silver dangly earrings which flirted attractively with the loose strands of her brown hair. Panties suffered a moment’s conceit that Miss CY had dressed with care (and was in fact, wearing a skirt!), the way a girl does to impress a date. Miss D had always said she would allow Panties a girlfriend if she could find a woman who would accept her as her true self. Miss CY and Miss D sat on the couch to chat while Panties was sent to change into her maid’s dress. ☹ (Continued...)

Panties’ Perfect Pair of Panties

2010-06-15T10:29:00.000-07:00

Panties was given three pairs of torn or shredded panties, and one pair of faded, cotton, polka dot panties which had once been worn by Miss D or Miss C. In return, the girls shopped for a whole new wardrobe of panties which they charged to Panties who was also surprised to receive a pair of skirted, black-and-white striped panties. “We knew we were going to buy you a pair,” said Miss D, but we didn’t know we would find you the perfect panties, Panties.” Panties had never worn panties like this before. When she tried it on she was surprised how the thong went up the back, and that the tiny triangle of nylon in the front was able to contain her sissy girl parts. “You’ll wear it under your maid’s uniform or your housedress, when you’re down on your knees scrubbing the floor,” suggested Miss D. “You can also wear it as ‘date panties,’ but with the skirt you’ll mostly have to wear it with a dress. You’ll have trouble wearing it (with girl pants) because it will bunch up.” This was her answer to Panties’ complaint about her first pair of date panties, chosen by Miss C which had thick layers of ruffles and were not quite a thong, but kept behaving like one both in the back and front, a teasing reminder when Panties was otherwise dressed in her costume, trying to impress a girl. These garish, skirted thong panties would make any future “date” one extended dilemma with Panties fidgeting constantly to keep her wenis safely tucked away. Pulling it on when dressing for a date perfectly expressed the likelihood that the night might end with Panties taking off her costume in front of a girl, to show off her pretty underwear.

"A Dog Ate My Panties!”

2010-06-13T19:09:00.000-07:00

Miss C had left her laundry at Miss D’s when a visiting dog (male) ate the crotch from a number of their panties which had been left out. “Don’t worry!” chirped Miss D, “Panties will take care of it. I don’t like to wear anything that’s stained or ripped or old, and Panties knows it’s her job as my maid to replace any of my clothing. In exchange she gets to wear my old or stained clothes. Or she can sew them into a quilt. This is the closest she will ever get to me, wearing my old clothes or sleeping in a quilt of my clothes that once were worn by me... As for panties, Panties knows she has to buy us three pairs of panties for any of our old panties we give her.” The two girls had fun, enjoying panty shopping the way girls do, thinking about fit, and comfort and how they wear what panties for what occasions including in front of a lover. Panties might think about choosing sexy panties to show off in front of her lover, but since her primary relationship is to her transvestism, it would involve a full-length mirror or maybe the transvestite lover Miss D has been considering. In the lingerie department, Panties, like her sister transvestites, wanders about nervously, dazedly, at once close to her essence, but desperately not a part of the airy, soft, elastic, lace, pastel nylon world, shopping with a purpose few girls could imagine. (continued)

7 Days

2010-06-02T09:36:00.000-07:00

Oh!

Like you I notice when I’m late
Like you I contemplate
Adjustments for my period.
On the street I share this state
All about and myriad.

Bikini Panties

2010-05-30T09:18:00.000-07:00

Miss D has trained Panties to be of service to her friends. Her BFF Miss C recently took advantage of her authority and Panties’ excellent credit rating to secure a swank apartment downtown. She in turn decided to use Panties on behalf of her friend Miss M, a young, talented, but under-employed jewelry artisan. Without consulting Panties, Miss C commissioned a piece of jewelry, appropriate to a transvestite sissy, which she had Panties pay for along with an unrelated expense for dogfood which Miss M had bought Miss C as a favor. After a brief interview during which Panties described her identity as a transvestite, Miss M spent a few weeks “dreaming,” and soon after Panties received a parcel wrapped in ribbon. Panties wasn’t sure what she would find. Miss C had taken Panties’ collar measurements and made sure Panties overheard her laughing over the design with Miss D. Panties had been expecting something light and unobtrusive, perhaps a pink stone she would wear on a chain. Instead what she got was a curved triangle of silver wire, roughly the size of a hand, but unmistakably the outline of a pair of bikini panties. Six fiery red and pink stones dangled from the “legholes.” From the “waistband” hung two pink orbs, wrapped in spirals of silver wire. There was also a detailed note from Miss M which read in part: “I began picturing your pendant as soon as we finished talking... It was difficult at first, but slowly a picture began to form. You had seemed very doubtful that anything could possibly replace your panties. That’s when the solution became clear. I needed to literally replace your panties. So your pendant is the result of that realization. The shape of the panties is apparent to anyone who knows your secrets, but only suggestive to a stranger. The pink balls in the center are there to remind you of your own panties, and their personal package...The overall piece is a statement piece. People will notice it and likely ask you about it. You will be confronted with the need to explain your piece and perhaps will encounter varying levels of humiliation and embarrassment by exposing your personal side to others." Panties tied on the pendant with the white butterfly straps suggestive of the appliques found on the waistband and legholes of panties. With its heft and texture, it was less like putting on a necklace than some sort of yoke. Panties could immediately feel the intent of this dazzling addition to her wardrobe. Apart from its steady weight, the smaller gems and the two heavy pink globes bobbing just above her bra were a constant reminder of her training and transformation. She was instantly wondering about all the hours to come wearing Miss M’s artistry, how it would look over and under her blouses and dresses and how it would affect every social encounter within sight. Panties remembered Miss C and Miss D’s words, accompanied by shrieks of laughter: “Real girls don’t have balls in their panties!”

Slips

2010-05-26T05:10:00.000-07:00

More than once in public, Miss D has reprimanded Panties for allowing her slip to show. More recently she gave Panties pointers about the art of undressing. “You’ll get home and take off your dress in front of your (transvestite lover) and she’ll see you in your slip and think about when you’ll take it off. She’ll probably want to wear it, too.” Two transvestites in slips implies a light slippery encounter with the least possible friction when they come together. And so would unfold an evening of two transvestites flirting, touching, caressing, centered around their slips and their panties and bras and nylons hidden beneath.

A Clarification

2010-05-22T07:51:00.000-07:00

To A.
Yes, you and Panties would be lovers, and neither of you would have much to say about it. Everyone needs that kind of warmth and intimacy and you both will be grateful for being allowed a healthy and satisfying sex life as a reward for your many hours of work. For some reason, maybe in a moment of generosity, Miss C hinted she might let Panties have a lesbian lover, but it’s looking like Panties would be better off having sex with her own kind, because she won’t admit it, but this is what she really wants. So, yes, you can imagine sharing very wonderful close moments in Panties’ bed, which will be a mat in the kitchen or at best a small, twin, bed, because although she (or you) will be making the Queen or King size bed in the master bedroom each day, neither of you will ever get to lie down on its plush covers or silky sheets. Ever.

Help Wanted

2010-05-16T13:56:00.000-07:00

Transvestite sissy maid wanted for training. Should be similar to Panties in aptitude and abilities. Obedience and willingness to accept a new life dictated by Miss D are critical. Applicant should be hard-working, sincere, clean, with some income and ambition which may be diverted according to her potential. You should expect significant time commitment cleaning, cooking, running errands. You should not expect anything in return except for the right to be attired in female clothing. Your remuneration will be your satisfaction is working hard dressed in a maid’s uniform or housedress and apron. You will work alongside Panties and become friends with privileges (meaning you and Panties sharing her twin bed dressed in your nighties and panties) as Miss D allows. Reply to transvestitepanties@gmail.com with 1200 word essay detailing your current life including living situation, income, talents, experience (including as a transvestite and servant), ambitions and limits. This is not a transvestite fiction which you moonlight for a weekend when you are in the mood. If you are the right person you will be sissified and trained as a transvestite maid for years and years to come.

Tabs

2010-05-09T07:58:00.000-07:00

Panties’ period is more regular than most girls and she has grown accustomed to the routine which includes shopping in the feminine hygiene aisle and even keeping an eye out for coupons and sales on pads and tampons. Miss D rarely makes panties wear tampons, but she likes that there is always a box on Panties’ bathroom shelf she can count on. Panties accepts the extra inconvenience of having to attach her sanitary napkins to the elastic belts and having to feel the red, sticky application for the first five days of her special week. She thinks Miss D might not care as much about this old-fashioned form of protection, and secretly hopes she will be allowed someday to graduate to the convenience of pads. This week she was looking forward to her weekly intimate time following the end of her period on Saturday. But Miss D capriciously announced that Panties would menstruate an extra day. She mercifully allowed Panties permission to enjoy herself as usual because even girls who prefer not to have sex during menstruation, will occasionally do so with the right lover.

Transvestism Today

2010-05-01T07:58:00.000-07:00

Miss D has been reading some of Panties’ transvestite literature. She would read some of the case studies and later recite the facts back at Panties with a bit of a smirk. “You really don’t want a relationship with a woman. You prefer a relationship with your transvestism." She then went on to lecture Panties as to what her future intimate relationships would be like: I think you should seriously develop your primary relationship with your transvestism. You will become intimate with your panties, and of course Life Size Barbie.” Then later she dropped a bombshell which is has left Panties blushing: “Everyone needs a little warmth... This summer we’ll find you another sissy to have a relationship with.”

Never Again

2010-04-17T11:01:00.000-07:00

For variety, Miss C sometimes calls her “Miss Panties,” and “Eunuch.” Miss D sometimes addresses her as “Sissy!” Miss J liked to use "Transvestite," and "Pantyfreak" as names. Recently Miss D and Miss C were in a car with Panties discussing their various ways of addressing her. Miss D turned to Panties and said teasingly, “What counts is what we never call you any more. Do you want to hear? Shall I spell it out for you?” There was a pause as it sunk in how long ago it had been since Panties had been referred to by anything but a sissy name. From the back seat Miss C shouted out the spelling of the discarded, costume name.

Nails

2010-04-11T16:51:00.000-07:00

Panties sat with her feet soaking in the whirlpool. She shifted in the chair to keep her knees pressed together. The Vietnamese girl was enjoying this job and Panties knew she would have much to tell the other girls if Panties’ legs drifted apart. Panties had almost worn her girl jeans, but had chosen a light weight skirt which was almost a slip, (according to Miss D). Panties thought the pink polka dots and the sequined hem were too pretty for it to be underwear. Panties chose a nail color to match. After her manicure and pedicure, Panties accompanied Miss D to Miss CY’s house where she would attend meticulously to both girls’ feet.

Menstruation

2010-04-02T09:27:00.000-07:00

Panties started a little late this month. Miss D hasn’t yet influenced Panties’ period to coincide with hers, but she did let Panties know who is the alpha female. She left a pair of Panties’ panties in the kitchen with the white cotton crotch spotted with hot sauce and a message: “If I should have to feel discomfort, you should too.”

9 Girls

2010-03-31T08:06:00.000-07:00

There were nine girls, including Miss D and Miss C on stage dressed in white, and many of them with tattoos. They had changed into their outfits right in front of Panties without any of the self-consciousness had there been a m*n present. After, there were hors d’oeuvres and berry pie and wine. Miss D walked Panties around and introduced her to the girls who were extra-friendly. Panties met Miss M, tall and exotic, and chatted with Miss V and Miss CY. Miss D laughed when she heard Panties making plans to meet with Miss CY later in the week. “You knows all about you,” said, “You thought she was making plans for a romantic date with you, when she was actually making a date for you to come clean her house.”

Miss D With a Handsome M*n

2010-03-14T12:35:00.000-07:00

Miss D met Miss R Friday night for drinks and to catch up. It was a crowded, underground space almost the whole basement space of the building, probably. Panties sat drinking her sissy drink, looking about demurely, and passively as she must whenever her girl friends bring along along a real m*n. Panties sat in her short skirt and V-necked as one of three wearing panties and a bra. She thought about the contrast with the guy, who was smart, nice and dressed in rough, masculine clothing. Later, Miss D observed how Miss R probably didn’t connect the last time Panties had been in the same room with her dressed “in costume,” (that is, in her attempt to pass as a m*n with her), and how every time since, Panties has been dressed in women's clothing. “She probably doesn’t see it (as punishment for) your unladylike behavior, (but instead) thinks this is just who you are now and how you always dress.” She said that Miss R would probably not ever see Panties in costume ever again.

Wet But Protected

2010-03-09T05:07:00.000-08:00

Like most girls, Panties would be mortified to wear her pad immodestly under her bikini or one-piece. Miss D is less insistent on tampons, but when Panties is menstruating, she certainly needs some form of protection if she wants to go in the water. She is grateful how very considerate is her new trainer, remembering a day in Miami where she was directed by Miss J to bend over (away from several girls tanning in the Miami sun) with a white string hanging, “fashionably” from the back of her pink bikini bottom.

Silly Sissy

2010-03-06T08:19:00.000-08:00

“Hug her close to you. I want to see you pet Surf Barbie over and over mindlessly, so I can see what a sissy you are. Maybe you can do a crab impression. You know how much I like crabs. Put your arms out to the side, your fingers to the floor, stretch your legs out almost in a split; bend your knees and spread out your toes and try and crawl sideways. That way you know I think of you as a silly sissy.”

Swimsuit

2010-03-05T05:43:00.000-08:00

“What I find interesting is I didn’t want to have to put on a cold, wet bikini, I threw it in the sink for you to wash, and I took your bikini which used to be my bikini since the closest intimacy you’ll ever have is to wear my old panties and bikinis, and I knew it would fit (and wore the bikini)... I had a wonderful time watching the crabs. While you swam in the pool in your pink bikini.”

Leaks

2010-03-01T04:46:00.001-08:00

Panties was in her nightie lingering over the last thoughts of the day when she remembered it was the final day of the month. She did not exactly jump out of bed to put on her pad and sanitary belt, nor did she look forward to the extra time in the morning dealing with her first heavy flow. She was grateful it didn’t come earlier, like the night Miss D caught her in a moody moment and asked her to reenact something she had heard Miss J had enjoyed. “You should understand that I’m a very empathic person and I pick up on other’s moods, so the last thing we do tonight, I want you to put on the pink polka dot date panties (Miss C) made you buy and then you’re going to lie on your back and spread your legs and kick your legs up in the air like a cockroach (that can’t get up). Then you’re going to flip over on your belly and crawl like a slug and touch your nose to the glass.” She thought a moment and continued: “Then I want you to come up on your hands and knees, table top and shake your hips and do a panty dance for me. Then you’re going to bark like a dog.” Panties was emphatic about not giving her this to remember forever, but she pressed on: “Come on, I know you can do it. Lie down on your back. Come on.... Otherwise I’ll pour wine on you. I’m sure you’d rather do it without having to clean up the mess.” Anyone passing in the dark, tropical street below the balcony might have heard her clear, gay laugh.

Red Nails

2010-02-26T17:28:00.000-08:00

Even in a fully staffed hotel, Panties was expected to serve Miss D. Panties was directed to empty Miss D’s suitcase and hang her clothes neatly in the closet. It was expected that Panties would straighten up between the visits of the hotel maid. Panties also served Miss D, poured her tea and drinks, arranged her taxis and shopping. Sometimes Miss D would allow Panties to accompany her as a girl friend, two girls seeing the sights. Panties could enjoy the company of Miss D almost as a peer, although one who is permanently aware of who is the alpha female. Miss D pointed out how she could be rude and demanding of Panties in the way she never is with her friends. “Get my sunglasses,” she ordered, “Why are you still standing there?” Later Panties tended to Miss D’s feet with pumice, lotions and nail polish, before doing her own in the same color.

Meow

2010-02-23T04:09:00.000-08:00

After work, Miss D explored the markets and back streets. She doesn’t care for the usual touristy attractions. The fewer Americans around the better. Rather she likes to get out and meet the locals. Any animal is an object of interest as were the wild cats she spotted down near the beach after dark. She had some leftovers with her which the cats appreciated. She was quite interested to hear about a domesticated cat that let itself be petted in the hills around the hotel.

Flying in a Bra

2010-02-22T04:23:00.000-08:00

Miss D corrects Panties when she says “...when I’m your secretary.” “You are my secretary,” she continues, “...and you’ll become an even better secretary. And one day, you’ll be allowed to be my personal assistant.” Panties already has experience as Miss D’s travel secretary, registering her on travel sites and taking care of meal and seat preferences (she always gets the window), but this was her first time accompanying her on a business trip. Following the lead of Miss J and Miss B, who had flown with Panties with strict controls over her wardrobe, Miss D took care that Panties would always appear before her dressed normally. That is, not ever in any of her in any of her m*le costumes. Panties was told to pack her pink bikini along with girls sandals and girls jeans she had bought with Miss C. Miss D is cute and vulnerable and loveable, but she is extremely capable and Panties had to find the right mix of anticipating her needs, taking care of taxis, asking directions, etc. while not seeming too much like a m*n. At one point, after Panties shepherded them to some address, Miss D remarked: “It’s amusing to see you make (these arrangements) when I am very capable, and probably much more capable than you to (get around this place)...though you should get used to traveling with me, carrying my bags, going where ever I’ve decided, following me around with no idea of the purpose or the address, obediently without questions.” Miss D is very easy going and forgiving, and with her searching intelligence, a wonderful person to travel with, especially if you were her peer. But even as her traveling secretary, there is no better person to travel with to any corner of the world.

Valentine's Day

2010-02-14T10:01:00.000-08:00

Valentine's Day

She’ll never let me touch her.
Her edgy kisses not for me.
Underneath her flirty skirt
Her panties let me be.

Her panties are bikini
Antron ruby red
Silky smooth and dripping lace
I’ll kiss her panties not her face.

If I were her panties
I’d cover her behind
I’d sweat with her in summer heat
But never bunch or bind.

I love her bra and panties
For others she will wear
In her nightie in her bed
I’ll never get to share.

I wish I were her panties
A nylon mystery
Panty panels airily,
Legholes, red elastic, waistband,
They’re what I long to be.

Venus in Furs

2010-02-13T08:13:00.000-08:00

The reading of his play adapted by Thomas from the work by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch begins to bleed into his interaction with Vanda,(Nina Arianda,stalking about in black lace panties, garter belt and nylons and high heels). She has him give her his passport and money. He signs a contract, but instead of a one-year trial, it is for life. She bring him close, almost for an embrace and tells him to call his fiancée and tell her he won’t be home at all, no explanation. He immediately obeys and shuts off the cell which she throws across the room. Although the sadomasochism is intense and erotic, it mainly backlights the underlying divide between men and women and their struggles to fulfill their needs through the other. After, the girl at the ticket window recommended a café less than a block away which turned out to be shuttered, long shuttered, apparently, emphatically. They walked a few blocks through the cold blowing wind and crusted snow and were lucky to find a booth in a loud but atmospheric restaurant for drinks and late dinner. They talked mostly about philosophy, as the play hung in the air like smoke. How interesting to be Nina Arianda, auditioning for the part with playwright David Ives. Did she dress for the part?

Naked

2010-02-11T04:37:00.000-08:00

Planning her business trip with Panties, Miss D admired the photos of Miss J in the Miami surf where Panties traveled without a stitch of m*n costumery and where Miss J posed topless with none of the shyness girls get when they disrobe in front of the opposite sex. Panties must clear all of her travel and especially matters of wardrobe with Miss D, who like, Miss J, just a few blocks away last night under the extreme wet snow blowing, was suffering the effects of this season’s flu. Panties met with Miss J/E, who wanted Panties to pose naked for a coffee table book and exhibition by a certain notorious, er, sensationalist, perhaps, artist. Miss J/E, amidst a blizzard of her own film and personal projects, offered to chaperone. Far away in San Diego, Miss B negotiates a new world paradise not long before Miss D is surprised by a box of chocolates along with a big box addressed to Miss C, delivered prematurely.

Heavy Flow

2010-02-07T06:19:00.000-08:00

This evening, or tomorrow afternoon, you will put on a light colored
dress, stain it in the back with your jam, go to the store dressed,
buy tampons or pads and candy and midol. You don't have to talk to
anyone, just act shy and embarrassed---which should be authentic. You
can also go out later with a sweater wrapped around your waist as many
young girls must experience. This is separate from going out visibly
showing your stain.

(Panties begged that she might put off this assignment until warmer weather when she would less likely to be walking around the store wearing a coat. She also discussed Valentine's Day upcoming)

Ah, that sounds nice--the present that is. I'm feeling generous so
you may wait until Spring...but you should go out and discuss your
period with a cute girl at the local pharmacy.

D

That Time of the Month

2010-02-05T05:16:00.000-08:00

Three more days. This has become more than a routine. The number of times she has sat on the toilet and pulled down her panties to see that bright spike of red on her pad, the number of times she has been reminded of that extra bit of female clothing, her sanitary belt, stretching under her undergarments, as well as the soft bulk between her legs (which Miss J loved to make fun of), these add up to psychological weight over time. Her monthly calendar is filled with female calculations. She has to prepare her sanitary belt and pad the night before her period begins. She has to avoid outfits that are too revealing. Strolling down the feminine hygiene aisle, she thinks about whether her supplies are running low. When she is around women she is aware that some of them have pads under their panties. Just like Panties. The purpose of her menstruation though, is more sissy than female. It’s not the downside to a positive biological cycle. Panties’ menstruation has to do with brain change and learning who exactly, for her, is “the opposite sex.” Panties understands how unlikely she is ever going to undress with seductive intent in front of a woman during her period. She remember how Miss J instructed her to leave her tampons out in the hotel bathroom so that Miss Sara would know she was using them. More recently, Panties has begun enunciating the word menstruation as does Miss D, in four syllables. (She said she would replace Panties’ beliefs, interests, and opinions based on hers and Miss C’s.) Panties menstruates longer than most women and she will likely continue to menstruate long after most women find some relief from the mess and bother come menopause. Like them, though, she feels a simple relief on the last day of her period, happy about the thick layer of days between the 7th and the first of the next month.

Direction

2010-02-03T17:48:00.000-08:00

Miss Marmalade

She said, “I think you’ll learn to love being my
Transvestite.” “My secretary,” “my“maid,”
“My cook,” “errand girl” and “seamstress,” unpaid.
“You asked for this,” she says calmly, “don’t lie.”
“Fines and tuition and rent you’ll supply;
Let Misses J and C’s brandings cascade:
Our ‘Wenis girl, eunuch,’ ‘Miss Marmalade,’
Bra’d and pantied in your nightie you’ll lie.”
Hark while her brushstokes of words gently steal
With girdled rules and pastel stains
The false sense of self we’re going to replace;
Then she lets up so I’m able to feel
The whispery tug and pull of the reins
Sewn from pink nylon, elastic and lace.

One of the Girls

2010-02-02T18:27:00.000-08:00

“They might want to go shopping with you....”

Pad

2010-02-01T04:53:00.000-08:00

Dear Secretary Panties,

Please {personal assignment}. You may have them sent to me or to { }.
You must send a letter, call, or file for these online by February
1st, to coincide with your period.

D

Jealousy

2010-01-30T07:00:00.000-08:00

Linda Writes:

When Ms.D was talking with real man who put his arm around her, you should have been jealous of her, not him. You should have wished it was you the man put his arm around. I guess it will take some additional training to get you to that point. You have stated previously that you never expect to have a physical relationship with a woman, that you realize you are a sissy. Why then are you discussing Playboy girls of the month? You should be reading Playgirl and reviewing the pics of those great guys. You should have pics of guys like this on the wall of your bedroom. You should kiss them all good night on their crotches. Before you go to sleep, you should suck on a dildo, covered with a condom, which has its own balls as you look at these pics. Even if you are not having your period, you should keep at least a thin maxipad in a pair of tight panties in case you squirt. When surfing, you should read the stories at Nifty.org and fictionmania.com. On the latter, read only those rated X or greater. Visit gay pic sites such as NewBudNudes and download the pics you like best. Speaking of the perfect penis, think back to when you were in school and you saw guys in the shower or locker room. Don't recall some really nice ones. Just imagine that they could see you now, dressed as a sissy. They would know exactly what to do with you. As they pushed you down in front of them to you knees, you would unzip their pants, extract their cocks, and service them properly, leaving not a drop to drip. This is your future role. You should be thankful for all the wonderful training Ms. D is giving you.

Back to School

2010-01-27T04:32:00.000-08:00

"Maybe I'll send you to beauty school," said Miss D as Panties filed her toenails. Earlier, she had predicted sewing and knitting lessons as part of Panties' future wardrobe skills. Miss C spoke of Panties learning to weave. She also, very seriously intended Panties to take belly-dancing lessons. This presumably would be after her classes in cooking, and when she's finished the last page of Miss Manners.

Tonight's Lesson

2010-01-24T19:12:00.000-08:00

Panties was dressed semi-sissy, nothing to overtly connote female clothes, not even carrying her purse (which she is more and more frequently). The guy was a bit cautious at first, but he quickly dropped his guard and began to relate to Miss D the way any straight real m@n would. They talked at length ignoring Panties entirely. Miss D came alive, playful and a bit deferential, playing her part as a girl would with a real m@n. Panties could only seethe silently, trying to pretend she didn’t care, that she wasn’t wearing panties underneath. But she also felt Miss D’s training wash over her and she began to think about how pleased Miss D would be if Panties swallowed her jealousy watching a real m@n take liberties with the female, and instead rendered that jealousy as a girl, jealous of her pretty friend who gets all the male attention. She should be happy that Miss D was enjoying herself after many hours with a sissy. Just before he left, they posed for pictures. The m@n put his arm around Miss D’s waist. Panties felt a flash of intense resentment and then regret. She couldn’t help thinking how very m@n-woman was that pose, almost like holding hands, and how that must feel, and how Panties would never ever get to stroll with her hand-in-hand or stand watching the moon with her arm around Miss D’s slim waist.

Osiris

2010-01-22T06:57:00.000-08:00

She was much prettier than her namesake, the Egyptian god of the dead. Panties and Miss D were enjoying her intelligent discourse and flirty charm. Panties was dressed “semi-sissy” in panties, girls socks, girls slacks and a black girl’s Hanes Her Way shirt, her head covered with a hat which you wouldn’t think female unless you really looked at the cut or the lining. Later Panties was surprised when Miss D said, “She really couldn’t tell you were dressed in women’s clothing... I think you should go up to her wearing lipstick and start talking to her in your high, sissy voice.” They had discussed earlier how Panties should more explicitly and more honestly relate to women face-to-face, but Panties wasn’t expecting it this direct or this soon. Panties tried to distract Miss D, counting on her not to follow through. As it turned out, Osiris wasn’t on duty the next time they stopped by. But her colleague was, who also wore pink and who was blonde, petite and even more beautiful than Osiris.

You're a sissy...

2010-01-17T18:00:00.000-08:00

Miss D is training Panties not to think of her sexually. She will
take off her panties and bra in front of Panties and walk around as
if she were with Miss C or any of her girl friends. “You will see me
not as someone you could ever kiss or relate to intimately. Instead
you will be jealous of me that you can’t attract the same attention
from men or wear the kind of pretty clothes I can.” This would be
easier if she were overweight or less perfectly featured. But Panties
is learning to envy, rather than hope to ever touch, her lush hair,
fair skin, perfect lips and girly curves further down. She’ll never
hear her talk the way girls do to a guy they really are into, but
she’ll get to hear the perfect diction of her commands and comments:
“You’re a transvestite.” “You’re a sissy.” “I want you to get down on
your knees and file smooth the bottoms of my feet.”

The Perfect Penis

2010-01-15T05:18:00.000-08:00

Panties was accompanying Miss D, getting used to walking with her as her assistant and accessory, when the conversation turned to m*n and m*n’s bodies. Panties’ ears were burning as she listened to an extended, detailed review of various of Miss D’s lovers, some crooked, some with an ugly wattle of skin under, but also one perfectly beautiful penis she remembered the way you might a song, or a rainbow. She matter-of-factly spoke of his/its perfection, how when he/it was in her he/it was so perfect and pleasurable. She smiled and wondered if she had ever seen it other than in a state of attention? (It is impossible to imagine any straight real m*n not being ever otherwise when in the presence of Miss D, even fully when she is clothed.) What bothered Panties most was that her own panties became wet listening to the story of the perfect penis. Miss D was very entertained to hear this and speculated that Panties would get wet for things like that, and for a few other “private” matters (see shadow blog) that Panties was already being trained to accept. Miss D had already declared explicitly how Panties was transitioning to someone who already prefer a lady’s panties to her body. In a small fit of defiance, Panties put up several Playboy images on her walls. Later she whined to Miss D about having what arouses her imposed so brutally. There was a pause on the phone and Miss D said something that sounded like, “There are lots of things that I don’t want to do that I have to do....” followed by a sound that’s not exactly a laugh, but a pleasant sound she makes when she’s amused.

Training

2010-01-12T18:18:00.000-08:00

Although this might go for several hundred dollars, I want you to think about how it might make me happy to wear such luxury. When you look at the total of all of our training thus far, you should be grateful that it hasn’t been even more severe. You once asked me to think of this as my job and train you ruthlessly all year. You should be happy that I'm starting to plan activities, my classes and yoga etc. that you are entirely responsible for. You should know you've asked me in some way to use you in the way I'm using you. You should be happy that you're becoming a better secretary as the days go by and one day you'll be a great secretary and move up to a full-time position as my personal assistant--and when I become successful in all my endeavors you'll be the sissy behind the woman.

Wardrobe

2010-01-09T19:16:00.000-08:00

Miss B was most pleased to dress Panties in things she’d never get caught dead wearing, like crepey housedresses and elastic waistband high waisted slacks. Miss D prefers Panties to dress professionally and fashionably, almost as her accessory and extension of her career. She and Miss C have patiently taught Panties about shoes and hair and outerwear and underwear. “Shoes and lingerie are the most important,” said Miss D. “Shoes because they support everything above and if your feet are comfortable your day goes much better. And if your panties and bra fit well your clothes will look and fit better.” She likes the red and black and white print skirt worn with a simple white top. Panties' underwear drawers are full of elastic straps and pastel nylon fabrics. Her closet bristles with skirts and colorful fabrics.

The View

2010-01-08T04:26:00.000-08:00

She used to have a bra hanging at the door for her to put on as soon as she got home. That isn’t in force these days, but Panties has learned to love being a 34-A and is getting used to waking and putting on her bra after changing out of her transvestite night clothes (nightgown, bra and panties) and understands those contours which girls get used to soon after puberty. Panties doesn’t breastfeed or shoot arrows, but just reading a book, she is aware of the different lines beneath her pink Barbie top. She likes the press of the bra straps on her shoulders and the tight band just below her armpits, always reminding her.

Eunuch

2010-01-07T16:53:00.000-08:00

Miss D knows about Panties’ pink leotard, but she has requested she order a unitard. She said, “I’ll look very sharp in my black unitard and you’ll look silly in pink. You can also get yourself one in nude so that you look like a eunuch when you work out. Don’t you look like a eunuch under your panties?" Then one morning Panties was lying in her Barbie sheets when she heard Miss C call from her bedroom: “Bring me my coffee, eunuch.” She often picks up this train of thought as if working out some amusement she and Miss D have discussed: “I don’t think of you at all sexually, below the waist. I think of you as a eunuch, with just enough down there to release your waste and cleanse yourself.” Later Panties found a pink post-it lettered neatly in Miss C’s handwriting: Eunuch - How does one adjust to life as a eunuch? What are the benefits of being a eunuch?

From Her Bedroom

2010-01-06T05:00:00.000-08:00

I read the note from Linda.

Panties, she is correct in positing that you are out of line by asking or
even considering Miss C or me to be your girlfriend. However,
given that I do not want you to think of me sexually, as I in turn do
not think of you as anything other than a eunuch sissy servant, it would
not be proper for you to see either of us have sex--even if it would
put you in your place. I do not want you to do anything to any man I
am with; I do not want my men to be tainted by a sissy.
Is it possible that I am working on a punishment to take place
during our trip? What do you think that punishment will be?
Do you want to try to pass as a girl at a foot fetish party? Do you
want to tie yourself to a cage at the club R. in B.? Do
you want to meet with (important contact), while wearing falsies? Do
you want to wear a very lacy bra under a thin shirt and thong under
tight aerobic pants? Do you want to send me the cell phone numbers of
three pretty girls I've never met who you are interested in
impressing?

Miss D

Letters

2010-01-05T17:45:00.000-08:00

Linda writes:

You have not given your readers any updates on your pads, panties, and periods lately. Don't you think you should always describe whether or not you are having your period with any update. Would love to hear a description of changing your pad in a ladies room with Ms. D waiting for you to finish. I hope you wrap it carefully in toilet paper and deposit it in the proper container.

When you tried to tell her that you wanted to be her boyfriend, she should have punished you severely. No sissy should ever expect that of his dominant mistress. She was correct to tell you that the closest you could expect to come was to kiss her panties.

Maybe someday, she will deliver the ultimate punishment to you as she secures you to a chair and has sex with a real man in your presence. Maybe then you can clean up both of them and suck his cock to make it erect for the next session.!

Day 4

2010-01-04T03:37:00.000-08:00

Date Panties

2010-01-03T12:04:00.000-08:00

“I’m the nicest of your trainers,” said Miss D, I don’t want to punish you.“I give you rewards if you behave well. So it’s in your best interests if you do everything I say.” She is a very kind girl and no where near as lethal as Miss B say in regards to dating. And it was Surf Barbie who assigned the Date Panties which Panties so loathed wearing when she was out on a “date.” She hated how the panty was cut, almost like a thong, constantly riding her in back, and ridiculing her at the front. When she went to the bathroom, they taunted her with their polka dots and bulk which she could feel under any costume. Panties worried that anyone could feel or even hear them when she had them on. Worst of all, Panties realized that if she somehow ever managed to find a truly intimate moment with a girl, there was no way should could pretend these were anything other than panties. So when Miss Lee agreed to meet Panties for dinner, Panties slipped them on only after Surf Barbie reminded her harshly about how she really wanted to be honest with Miss D. Miss D never takes Panties’ dates very seriously, and Panties was relieved not to get a call from her during the course of the evening. There was a text, however, asking her to send her a photo of her date panties and lightly suggesting that Miss Lee might like to know about them. Next time, maybe.

Swimsuit

2010-01-02T20:20:00.000-08:00

First it was Miss J who had her try on the pink bikini in the large communal dressing room and later made her come down to the pool like that. Then there was the game Miss B liked to play ordering her into the tub in her pink bikini. Miss D knows all of this of course. Recently she commented: “It must be humiliating these things being done to you, and humiliating that I know about it. Maybe I'll have (Miss C) reenact some of Miss B’s trainings... I’m going to put you in a pink bikini too.”

Play With Dolls

2010-01-01T13:38:00.000-08:00

Miss D made a startling remark about one of Panties’ Barbies, something like how she would punish that particular doll as a representation of Panties. Panties hadn’t realized the significance of which of her many Barbies Miss D had chosen to be Panties’ doll self which was significantly more modest than the special dolls representing her beautiful trainers. Recently, Miss D and her BFF Miss R were having fun with the resplendent Sun and Moon Barbies. Miss C once wondered at Miss D’s enthusiasm for Panties’ Barbie training. The corners of Miss D’s mouth often pull up in a tiny smile as when she was recalling one of Miss B’s remarks on Panties’ efforts to impress women:

Do you think they will be impressed by your large collection of Barbies?

Wardrobe

2009-12-31T07:48:00.000-08:00

Miss C took Panties shopping. It seemed casual enough, it was like shopping with a friend, although she did make a point of speaking so that all within earshot could hear her comments: “I think this bag is perfect for a sissy!” But she wasn’t interested in what Panties might have bought on her own and instead steered Panties to a modest day’s purchases, things a girl might buy: purse, boots, jeans. She taught Panties about pockets and waist size, helping her choose four girl’s jeans and escorting her into the dressing room where they eventually settled on a pair of tight, low rise, boot cut, Malvi Zoes. Later as Panties hung her new jeans in her closet, she realized how she was being imprinted with a girl’s sensibilities. Whereas before she was more obviously aware of panties, heels and skirts, she was suddenly regularly noting the handbags and women’s slacks and leggings on the street and in advertisements. Miss C could (and will) readily dress Panties in bloomers and petticoats, but she had gently expanded Panties consciousness and wardrobe, better equipping her for the years of errands and service to come.

Home

2009-12-29T17:25:00.000-08:00

Miss D:

Panties dreams of living in a bedroom like this.

My room will be darker, more mysterious, more gothic; Panties will be
afraid to leave her Barbies and come into my room.

In the Morning

2009-12-23T09:45:00.000-08:00

Panties sat on the pink sheets as Miss C sat up in a tangle of bed covers. Nearby were the pink-and-white-and-black nylon panties Miss C had given her for no clear reason. Tongue-tied and nervous, Panties tried to convey her version of a lover approaching the object of adoration. It was a unique and private plea, essentially an audition, which Miss C listened to with her usual gentle thoughtfulness (overcast with her usual slow morning disorientation as her body temperature recovered from its nocturnal lows). She noted Panties’ in her maid’s uniform, kneeling before her and finally spoke: “You’re never going to be my boyfriend. I much prefer you as a servant. We’re developing a kind of friendship where you serve me. You’ll get to be close to me [to do my work] We’ll be very close, just like a couple, but without the sex. I think you should go make me my coffee now.” When Panties returned with a cup of hazelnut coffee (with sugar and soy milk) she again talked about how lucky would be her boyfriend or lover. How wonderful it would be to be the one to kiss her good morning. Miss C sipped her coffee and said, “You can kiss my panties.”

In the Salon

2009-12-20T06:19:00.000-08:00

If you turn in the right circles, you might have met Miss C at a certain fancy townhouse where there is live music and liquor and naked models. Miss C prefers when they hold a pose for at least half an hour and modestly complained that she was “out of practice” with her charcoals. Everyone was curious about the new girl although she is not the type to call for the spotlight. Later she drew a sketch of Life Size Barbie. Over the next several days you might see her adding to the portrait: a bit of shading, or single stroke of color...

Not a Date

2009-12-19T09:20:00.000-08:00

Miss C who looks like a young and prettier version of Laura Linney took Panties to a play last night. Panties was dressed in Miss D’s red wrap top with a short black print skirt. The play was funny and profound, and afterwards Miss C allowed Panties to drink red wine with her in a dark, atmospheric trattoria a few blocks away. Panties listened to her talk about her boyfriends and art and her life. At one point she glanced down and spoke very intently:

You’re out in a skirt and bare legs and panties. You are wearing pantihose. Everyone sees you as a lady.

Walking in her pumps, feeling the extreme cold on her legs, Panties felt very glad to be out with this pretty, clear-eyed gamine, as her girl friend, out for a night at the theater.

"I've Always Wanted a Maid"

2009-12-18T04:16:00.000-08:00

She had the delighted look of a woman with many needs in the presence someone dressed in clothes which obligate the wearer to serve. “You may kiss my hand,” she said. Before long, the apartment was decorated with pink post-its in her stylish cursive: “wash me,” “iron,” “mend me,” on small piles of her clothes; “secretarial duties, retype first and second page so it is stain free. Ask for other details.” She hung the pink scarf over the blank face of the television and draped the pink Barbie panties over the turntable. Like Miss D, Miss C left her dirty dishes and clothes everywhere knowing they would be taken care of.

Barbie Sheets

2009-12-15T04:58:00.000-08:00

Miss D decided Miss C would stay with Panties for a few days so that Panties could learn to relate to her properly. Panties was moved into the closet, sleeping on Barbie sheets and pillowcases, and Miss C was given full authority to use Panties for any of her needs. As when Miss D visits, Panties must knock and ask for permission to come into the presence of Miss C. Panties got her two maids uniforms ready as well as her pink leotard and pink check bloomers. Further, Miss D had Panties go to a specialty store and purchase a big basket of Miss C’s favorite snacks. When the two girls visit, Panties is not allowed to enjoy their company as one of the girls. Rather, she is a shadow, silent, attending to their needs quickly and with love. Recently Miss D and Miss C, with Panties in attendance, discussed the future in terms of how Panties might be of maximum service to their ambitions and daily comforts. They didn't ask for her input or even behave as if she were in any way a party to what is to happen.

Fairy

2009-12-12T08:23:00.000-08:00

If you ever get to hear Miss D you will remember her lovely intelligent voice, her precise diction, and the startling way she can playfully reach for a higher octave or adjust her cadences. Sometimes Miss D is able to make Panties’ head turn pink with a single word (reins) or by the dragging on a word rhythmically, almost hypnotically. As when she was impressing on Panties exactly how she thinks of Panties’ transformation (another word she flicks like a sabre):

....underneath those collared shirts and thick shoes and socks, you-are-a-trans-ves-tite. You-wear-panties. People see you and don’t realize you are wearing a costume, but they sense it. Even when you are dressed normally as a woman, you are not quite dressing as in female clothes, normally.

Then, commenting after reading the entry for November 1 (and unaware even, of the fairy wings hanging in the back of Panties' closet) detailing Panties’ dilemma on Halloween, noting how special Panties must feel wearing a costume all the other days of the year:

Didn’t you dress in your m*n costume for Halloween? How cute. So you didn’t get to go out as Tinkerbell, or a tampon or a flagrant transvestite?

There was a thoughtful pause and then she said slowly, and with amusement:

I think that can be arranged. You’d be embarrassed to have to go out as Tinkerbell without a valid reason. The valid reason of course being I ordered you to do so. Where could you go as Tinkerbell? Hmmm. Maybe we can send you out with a basket of fairy dust and flowers. You could go up to women and ask them for a date. Wouldn’t that be fun? After (a day out as Tinkerbell), you’d be happy to go home and dress normally and do my work....

Day 7

2009-12-07T04:48:00.000-08:00

Miss C: “When you go in the ladies room, sometimes you’ll see a skirt or underwear hanging to dry. This means some lady was not expecting her time of the month.” Of course, strawberry jam is a little easier to rinse out than blood.

Day 6

2009-12-06T09:33:00.000-08:00

Most girls are spotting or finished by now, but Panties still is a little startled to see this when she sits to pee.

Day 5

2009-12-05T15:44:00.000-08:00

Miss C sat Panties down for a lecture much like girls hear from their mothers, all about feminine hygiene, but with an occasional sharp elbow (such as her directive for Panties to experience an accident while out and about, and constant references to “your period,” “your cycle,” “your cramps,” “your feminine needs,” as well as the obvious implications in her having Panties sit quietly and submit to such an extensive one-way talk). Panties learned all about tampons, applicators and non-applicator, as well as organic brands and extra-green options, such as sea sponges. Panties was assigned a book about ancient historical practices where women were consigned to a red tent to menstruate onto straw which was changed by the young people of the clan. Miss C also showed Panties various menstrual cups (internal catch-devices), showing her how a one-use brand folds for insertion, holding it under a trickle of water so Panties could see and hear its capacity. She asked Panties to purchase one so she could have her own manual routine, filling, emptying, regularly and rinsing her own menstrual device each month. Miss D came in and suggested Panties stock up on a full line of menstrual products including heat pad and medications so to make her as knowledgeable about her body as any woman.

Dresses, Makeup and Lingerie

2009-12-04T04:35:00.000-08:00

Panties has added one new shopping venue to her favorites, which curiously, seem to be looking much the same as Miss D’s. Panties is getting offers from Calvin Klein, Sephora, Mario Badescu, and Miss D’s very favorite dress store. She also felt a little pang when she opened her mail box to find the latest Victoria’s Secret catalog, giving her something in common with how many women around the world with an interest in pretty lingerie.

Nightie

2009-12-03T04:20:00.000-08:00

Most of the world’s best sleepers wear nighties. If you ask around, you will find nightgown-wearers more often reporting a good-night’s sleep. (Compare with sleepers in coarser outfits.) Panties has added a pretty red nightie to her favorite three. This one is red nylon, full length, and complicated with a lacy diaphanous panel at the bust. It’s second-hand so it has that soft, thin, silkiness which new nightgowns rarely have. Worn with panties it stains your dreams and reddens the next morning and into the afternoon, at least.

Portrait of a Sissy

2009-12-01T04:25:00.000-08:00

Panties remembers how Miss J (Miss Jessica, as opposed to Miss J, who Panties is friends with) used to use her powerful phone to photograph Panties in every sissy pose. Sometimes to make a point, she would send Panties an image of her standing in women’s clothes, without makeup or wig at at chic boutique, or fully visible in her pink bikini. Panties was constantly aware of her camera phone filling up with her in skirts, lingerie, and leotards, which Miss Jessica would use to gently and not-so-gently demonstrate her authority. Once, in a café, Panties dared refuse one of her more unreasonable orders. Miss Jessica simply disappeared into the boutique across the street. Panties’ phone rang and was told Miss Jessica was about to send several of her “prettiest photos” to several of Panties’ friends and acquaintances. Panties had to beg Miss Jessica (in a high voice, loudly so that the girls at the neighboring table could hear) for her to return so that Panties could show her respect and obedience. Recently Panties left Miss D a voice mail complaining generally about her sissification. Soon after her phone lit up with an image of Panties getting her eyebrows done by a pretty girl. Panties hadn’t even noticed Miss D nearby, silently taking the photo.

Irregularity

2009-11-24T04:53:00.000-08:00

The reason Panties had such hopes for Miss C was her initial hesitancy, almost to the point of inarticulation, about directly benefitting from Miss D’s program. “You get the best of both worlds,” she once said. “You get to serve (Miss D) and it's almost like working with me, in a way, once in a while, while serving (Miss D) as your main trainer.” The implication though, was an invitation to some non-sissy relationship.

This week Miss C spelled Miss D and impressed upon Panties just how thoughtful a friend Miss C could be. “I want you to put on a white or light colored skirt,” she began, “Then I want you to go to your refrigerator and take a spoonful of strawberry jam and smear it on the back of your skirt. Then you’re going to go like that to your local health food store...” Miss C is very knowledgeable about holistic remedies and recommended several herbal remedies for Panties’ cramps, which she would discuss candidly with the store personnel, perhaps a sympathetic female clerk. Panties’ period is not for another week at least but she would understand the inconvenience and embarrassment when her body decides when to remind Panties of her womanhood.

Six Months

2009-11-23T04:05:00.000-08:00

Miss B’s training had been less subtle, but extremely effective. As the walls closed in around her, Panties would find her escape routes barred with Miss B’s training which she had fashioned around a devastating lexicon. Apart from her Barbie dolls, posters, toothpaste, sheets, quilt, clock, and clothing, apart from menstruation and the expectation of her coming out parties and wedding, Panties could no longer refer to herself as a m*n (the opposite sex), or use the personal pronoun, having become in multiple senses, “Panties,” which was both thing-like and super sissy reminder. Her wenis and vagina had been named and she had become reeducated as to the meanings of “squirt,” “flesh-to-flesh,” “getting wet,” and “opposite sex.” Miss D has added to Panties’ personal vocabulary: “manners,” “humble,” “debutante,” with her precise diction giving new spin to essentials like “panties,” and “transvestite.” Again Panties becomes aware of the bars forming around her world with a new front opening to the west as Miss C adds her distinctive sensibility. She has already described the petticoat she wants Panties to wear under her debutante dress, and more recently asked Panties to purchase a pair of bloomers. “You’ll wear this so you don’t show your panties, when you’re bending over or cleaning on your hands and knees,” she said sweetly.