didiwillis

This is an extended version of an earlier story. SHE finds out about you. You decide who SHE is

A practical development course in six modules for wannabe sissies on a budget. Complete each module before moving on to the next.

Most men like stockings and suspenders, don't they.Make the most of it, ladies!

It's often said that receiving an inheritance can be life-changing. But that's usually said about the money.

I published the first of this story a few years ago, but have only recently decided to add more. If you haven't read the first part recently, you might prefer to read it now before continuing to read this continuation. There will be one more part to come.

Release and relief. Another lesson from Audrey. And a happy ending.

My colleagues were surprised when I arrived at the office cross-dressed the day after Halloween. On the way home I met an old girlfriend. She showed me ways to use my comforter. Valuable practice.

Needing a comforter.

The build-up to Halloween

A bereavement provided an opportunity to cross dress and somewhere safe to do so. But my little secret was discovered

Decision time. Go ahead with surgery or not? And what might help me decide?

My wife helps me to be confident in my role as a woman. But the clock is ticking. I start thinking about the proposed surgery...

A security camera captured a husband's exploits.

This story has nothing to do with the book/film The Color Purple.But after the photo appeared on my social media account there were a lot of rather lewd comments. I hope you will agree that there is really quite a simple explanation.

How I sissified my husband

Things move on. And now I'm free

I couldn't resist a bargain

Just a bit of fun for Halloween. It's only for a day. Isn't it?

Where does the dream begin and end?

Wear a skirt to do the housework.Make sure it's not too long

The start of a fantasy scenario. How it continues is up to YOU!

It's quite small to start with.But it only needs a little manipulation by practised fingers. Then it gets longer. And the shiny pink tip emerges.Is your mouth ready for this?

Nostalgia

My last day at college this semester. It didn't go as planned, or at least, not as I had planned.I have no plans to continue this story for the time being.

I fail a test and have to go to Uni in a dress. Twice. But then there's a special treat. And a promise that everything will be sorted out tomorrow

When morning comes I have to give another display. I discover there are no male clothes in my room now. Brunch and shopping. I am given a lesson.

When I was at University many years ago now, a cleaner discovered a telescope by the window of a bedroom high up in the tower block of the accommodation for male students. The telescope was trained on a window some distance below in the female block. We heard that the girl in that room was accustomed to do "Swedish exercises" and (prior to the finding of the telescope) did nor close the curtains. Those are the facts. The rest of the story is a fantasy. It is set towards the end of the academic year. Students were required to attend a minimum number of lectures each term. I had already skipped a few so for me it was essential to attend the final few sessions before the term ended...

Starring in a wedding video. And finding a new partner.

Mummy organises what I'll be wearing for her wedding day. Mummy liked her dollies.

I get suitably dressed for the office.

Alice and I each meet someone we know. There's pizza and something to follow. Mummy sends us home. We can keep our fake tits - on one condition.

I discover that Mummy has more than one dolly. It's very hard when you're a dolly.

I'm now wearing a bra and knickers every day. But only playing Dolly with Mummy on occasional weekends. But - shock, horror! Next weekend will be the last time!

Mummy dresses her new Dolly. Day one.

I met a female cousin again. I hadn't seen her since childhood. She reminded me of the dressing-up games back then. Would I like play again?

I start my new life.I decided to stop writing this story at this point.

A job offer. Then I have to leave the apartment.Back at my old flat I find that someone has sorted it out for me.

When my uncle died, my generous allowance suddenly stopped. Life became a bit harder as I didn't have a proper job. The my widowed aunt made me an offer. With conditions.

Why do I write these stories?What am I?

They say that girls make better students than girls.So perhaps it's better to make boy students girls?

I couldn't get it up on my wedding night. Mother-in-law found a cure.

Whatever you need to do, always wear suitable clothes

My cousin and I were invited to choose what we wanted from the house before it was sold. I found some things I liked. And Mary found me liking them...

Ready for the big day.

A proposal. Some surgery. And a bridal outfit.

Another day in the office - just a trial period? Can I keep it up for Julie?

Time to change back to boy mode ready for work on Monday. But...

A day in the office. And I discover that my relationship with Julie is key.

Mail order packages arrive. Including some stuff I didn't order. Could be handy for Friday!

I discover that sissies need glasses

A mail order package is delivered to my next-door neighbour by mistake. Now she knows what sort of mail order shopping I do.

Helen and her subliminal messages complete my transition from male chauvinist to sissy. But it gets very exhausting when people keep mentioning Tennis.New balls please.

Home for the weekend. I realise some housework is needed.

No Wimbledon Championship this year?It's not the same these days anyway.Can you still get those frilly tennis knickers?

Wife working. Husband at home, unemployed. It's easy to let yourself go. My wife and her mother help me slim down and get a job.

A short story. Do as you would be done by.

Another week of preparation for a dinner party.

My wife is the one with the job. I have to do the housework. She has invited some of her lady friends for a meal...

I rose to the bait. (Female voices in UPPER CASE.)

More help from Ann. But now its time to get back into a suit and go to the office.I decided to end the story at this point and let the readers imagine how the story continues. But as you read the last paragraph, ask yourself: How did she know?

Shopping. Ann helps me.

A visitor arrives at an awkward moment. But I get to enjoy it.

My wife left me. She didn't want any part of our past life together. Not even what she left in the wardrobe.

It was just what I wanted.

I arrived home a day early and was invited to join the party. The lingerie party.

You go to a show. The hypnotist invites you onto the stage. And you're a "perfect subject". In a trance, you reveal your inner thoughts...

Continuation and conclusion.

I get to meet the new neighbours.

More shopping. And I get my new uniforms.

The situation progresses. We do some shopping. Mother-in-law comes along. After all, she's paying.

When I lost my job we needed financial support from my mother-in-law. But there were conditions...

That means white underwear as well.

A fantasy inspired by a pretty girl who fell asleep on a train...

I went to stay with my Aunt during the college vacation. She was pretty fit! Perhaps it was the herbal tea?

My sister Audrey got married. But the story is really about how the bridesmaid and best man performed.

One of our suitcases went missing. Mine. My wife had to lend me some of her things.

More encouragement/manipulation. And now my sister finds out.

A former girl-friend sees me dressed. She approves and encourages. The office manager lets me wear a skirt in the office.

I was a secret crossdresser until the new tenant found out what was in my mail order package. I was invited to her house-warming party. In my party dress. Now some other girls know I'm a Sissy.

My wife and her sister were satisfied with their new housekeeper, Miss Manley. Now they needed a couple of maids.

Do you have problems with personal relationships? with potential employers or partners? Perhaps you should try the Self Awareness Course that my Aunt Helen found for me.

Having fun dressing up in the privacy of your own home? Think no-one can see you?

In my youth (several decades ago) there was a secret place from where I could spy on the girls from the big school. But when one of them fell in the stream, I knew I had to help her... (A gentle story - my earliest fantasy)

I wasn't used to the company of girls. Aunt Chloe helped me understand.

I started at University and moved into a bedsit flat. All the other flats are occupied by girls. They invite me to a Welcome Party. Would I mind wearing a dress?