Why do sissies love to get dressed up and preen? The answer is obvious. To me at least. From birds to fish to mammals, the male of most species has flair. More colour, more flash, more decoration with which to catch the eyes of breeding females, and to intimidate marauding males with. But not humans. No. Our species has lost its feathers, so to speak, but not the urge to preen. So we dress up, males and females alike, and some males, more so than others. And some males, well, they dress up in secret, putting on their pretties, dressing up in outfits that would put most women to shame — if only women saw them. But not so long ago, men wore silks and satins, tight breeches, kilts and pumps. They powdered their faces, wore eye-catching wigs, and yes, even carried fans. Ah my sweet sissies, don’t you see, your urge to dress up is a biological urge, something primal, something from deep inside your racial memory? Perhaps you were born too late, who knows? But there is no need to be ashamed. No need to hide. There are women out there who think boys in dresses are sexy. I love my men in black–dresses that is. So dress up in your pretties and call me… prance for me and preen for me, your loving Mistress Pamela. We will have lots of naughty fun and you will have all the freedom you need to be whoever you want to be with me.
i need to try sissy dressing.