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Date Posted: 07:42:53 11/02/12 Fri
Author: Tommi
Subject: Re: My Sissy Cousin
In reply to: Tommi 's message, "My Sissy Cousin" on 10:53:42 11/01/12 Thu

Aunt Betty guilted me into accepting and encouraging my cousin Sammi's sissiness as though it were the the most natural thing in the world. Sammi, having grown up on the farm, and being home schooled, did not know a lot of children his age, so he did not know what a sissy he was. Still, he did know that before his father got called up and deployed, he wore different clothes, had different toys and was not babied.

His mother told him that many boys were raised sissy, and even though he might not like it to begin with, he would come to. He had just learned to accepted it when I came to stay. Now I was reminding him how much he had changed, and giving him second thoughts.

I'd never seen a real sissy before. It was just a name you called boys sometimes when they acted like girls. I didn't know any more about boys and girls than they looked different and played different games. If a boy dressed, looked and acted like a girl, why wasn't he a girl then? Aunt Betty explained that boys had a thingie like mine and girls didn't. If a person had a thingie but acted like a girl, he was a sissy.

I said, "isn't being a sissy bad? All the boys thought it was a nasty name." She said, "boys say a lot of foolish things. Am I or your mother bad? Is there anything bad with acting like a girl?" I said, "well, maybe if you are supposed to act like a boy?" She said, "who says how boys are supposed to act, other boys, or adults?" "Adults." She said, "well, I'm the adult here and I say Sammi is going to be a sissy." I was scared. "What about me?" "I'm not saying you have to be a sissy. You can stay a boy or be a sissy -- which ever you want." "I'll be a boy thanks." "Fine."

I never thought of the possibility of being anything other than a boy like the other boys. Now there was another idea in my head.

I said, "I don't know how to play with a sissy. I never played with sissies or girls. I only know boy games." She said, well, Sammi knows how to play and he'll teach you. Just pretend you are his big brother and he is yor little sister." "Ok." I was about to go, but something was still bothering me. "Why is Sammi wearing pampers?" "Because it makes him feel loved and cared for. When his daddy got killed, he had nightmares and wet the bed. So he started wearing them to bed. Now he likes me taking care of him like my baby. Now go play."

I went back up to Sammi's room, and I said "it's ok, lots of boys are sissies, I just didn't know it before. I probably thought they were girls." "Really?" "Sure. Do you like it?" "It's ok once you get used to it. Your not going to laugh at me?" "No, I'm family and family stick together."

I though his doll house was interesting so we played doll house. Sammi took all the furniture out, and we put it in a Tonka truck. Then I was the mover. I drove the truck up to the house, and Sammi was the mother and told me where to put it. It was fun. After a bit I saw him stop and blush. and then his shortalls got a bit wet at the crotch. I never saw an 8 year old wet a diaper before. Then I remembered how I was the big brother and went and got auntie to change him.

She changed him on the bed, but I was too shy to look. At the end, she said "your shortalls are wet, how about a play dress?" He said "the yellow one please." I saw auntie drop a yellow and white plaid dress over his head, button it, and tie a bow in the back. Then he stepped into a matching yellow and white panty/diaper cover. I thought how strange it was. Still, he seemed happy, and told me how yellow was his favorite color.

Over the next few days, I got used to seeing Sammi in girl's clothes and pampers and even saw that he enjoyed the attention of his mother changing him.

Auntie did not try to make me a sissy. She did insist that I wear a pamper to bed the first few nights due to the stress of what was happening with my parents and the move. I was embarrassed, but enjoyed the attention. I managed to stay dry.

More later.

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Re: My Sissy Cousin -- Tommi, 08:05:06 11/05/12 Mon
- Re: My Sissy Cousin -- Reader1, 00:41:29 11/08/12 Thu
  - Re: My Sissy Cousin -- Tommi, 07:36:30 11/08/12 Thu