Angel, I love your stories... in so many ways they remind me of both my fantasys and also things that happend to me.
I was a sissy all through my childhood, but never liked any aspect of it until I was 10 years old, when I discovered to my pure amazement that I really was actually 'cute'. I alwasy thought of myself as ugly simply because I was small for my age and'girlish', but a series of events changed things for me.
I can't hardly begin to tell it all here right now, but here is a start at least...
The thing was, I hated being so short in early childhood only because of the teasing. However at about 9 or 10, when I was still far from puberty but could definitely have 'crushes' on people in an immaturely sexual way, I realized that I really, really LIKED some of the boys in my class. Shortly after, I realized that my swim instructor, who was also my cub-scout leader, had a crush on ME. He actually thought I was, in his words, 'unbearably cute', and after mulling that over in my silly-bear brain, it meshed perfectly with my own feelings to the cute boys in my class... but it was special, because this super-nice, super-kewl GUY thought I was cute! I clearly remember being amazed by this... and looking back, it's so, so, SO clear that Rick played with that knowledge to 'hook' me. He made me love being/acting 'cute', which was far, far more girlish/babyish behaviour than I would EVER risk doing in front of my family or friends, but also little things, like wearing socks I knew he would think of as 'cute' for a 'big boy' (I remember vividly saving allowance money to be able to buy a pair of knee-socks with little tiny roses on them for him to discover on me under my long sweats). It went a lot farther in ways I'll tell about later, and whch should, perhaps, be embarrasing/painfull memories but strangely are not... How I wish to this day that he could have adopted me and raised me as a girlish little boy-elf (even he was shy of the word 'fairy' at the time, rarely used it, but that was my pet-name for him, his 'elf'). In fact, it was the elf-costume he made/bought for me that began my lifelong love of tights and pantyhose.
I'll relate more when I have a bit more time. Thanks for a great fiction story-site with a really neat and new message board for us to tell our own real, related histories. This is a service... although there are many other sites with a similar theme, I have yet to find one that is both so 'edgy' AND so honest and obviously big-hearted.
Thanks for your story and your praise. I and others look forward to reading it. I am looking forward to seeing how you found yourself and how you are today
I think one thing that made me stuck as a little boy emotionally (and some days, intellectually, it seems!) is that thing about my older friend (and others, but him, mostly) convincing me I was 'so cute' at the time. That, combined with the addiction to tights fostered by him, made me a bit of a wierdo in my youth. I joined soccer just for the uniform, for instance. Mom got me a regular uniform with child-sized red socks that barely came up to my knees and felt tight, even though I was such a small boy for my age at 11. My adult-friend saw me when I visited in my red and blue outfit and just about died, I remember. However he said the socks were all wrong, and of course, I thouroughly agreed, as I was rather upset Mom got me such small socks. He got a pair of youth sized socks, I can clearly remember them... they must have been for 13-15 year olds. They felt SO long in my hands, and he had me sit on the couch and insisted on changing my socks for me. Off went the ones Mom got me, and on went these huge, thick red ones. They had to fold back down almost to the ankle to fit, and looked so cute with all the wrinkles, he said, but the best part, of couse, was that I could easily pull them up all the way to the tops of my legs if I wished. Looked like I was wearing nice bright red cotton tights under my silky soccer shorts. Needless to say I LOVED them, Mom had no problem with him buying me extra clothes, and I had one more fetish implanted in me by my mentor.
