“…but secretly, you want to know what it’s like” Madonna

You do, don’t you. You want to know what it’s like to be a girl.

Even if you kinda secretly think being a girl is degrading, like the song says, even if you think it would make you weak and small and pathetic, you still think about it. You wonder, late at night when you wake up hard and aching. You wonder what it would be like to wake up with a pussy instead of a cock.

You check out the girls walking by, notice their hair and shoes and nail polish. You appease your inner male icon by assuring yourself that it’s because you’re totally straight and you’re just checking her out in case you may want to ‘tap that.’ But you’re lying to yourself.

You don’t check out girls to fuck; you check them out to see how it’s done.

You look at them to stay up to date on fashion trends. To see how long they wear their hair, and how do they style it. You look at girls because you want to BE one. You want to be a sweet sexy young girl. You want to feel your hair brush the back of your neck, your shoulders, you want to be able to use sunglasses as a makeshift hairband. You want to grow your fingernails out and paint them lurid red.

You dream of wearing a sweet sundress, a skimpy strapped tank, ass-hugging jeans and toe revealing sandals. You wish you could go out in tiny short shorts and a bikini top to lay in the sun and dream. You wish that guys would check ~you~ out when you walk down the street. You only wish you could be a hot sissy crossdresser.

Even thinking that you might one day be a sissy is exciting to you.

Someday, you too could be a sissy. You could kneel before a hot stud, take his hard cock into your mouth and suckle there. You could place your hand, long nails gleaming, against the hard muscle of his thigh and feel it flex as he cums in your mouth. You could be that, do that, feel that, be there…

Someday.