True story

I went to a house party on the weekend.

I'd been having such a fun night. Talking to lots of people I hadn't seen in ages, and meeting new people too. Charlotte was away on some law firm team building weekend.

I got speaking to a gorgeous girl called Sarah. Sarah had natural blonde, long hair. She looked quite alot like this girl...





She was clearly the most attractive girl at the party, and was wearing a simple black skirt, vest top and ballet pumps. After about ten minutes of us talking and getting on famously, Sarah said, out of the blue, "Please don't take this the wrong way, but I want to ask you something..."

At this point I was completely unpurturbed. I mean, that's not an unusual thing to say in conversation.

She continued, but instead of asking me a question, she bent towards me and whispered in my ear.

"You're a sissy. I can tell."

F-U-C-K.

The blood must have drained from my face, because she could tell she'd hit a nerve.

"I...I...don't know what you mean..."

"I think you do", she replied.

I looked around. No-one had heard a thing. Too busy in their own conversations. I paraphrase, but she went on...

"You see, I know, because my brother is a sissy too. I once caught him in my clothes. And since we've been talking, you've been looking at me the same way he does. You've been looking me up and down the way a girl would. Checking out my outfit, my hair..."

She grabbed my hand, and placed it on her leg, where her skirt met her bare flesh She looked me in the eye, all the while.

"You see, when I do this, I can tell you're aroused. But not like a real man would be."

Sarah smiled and looked sympathetic.

"You know, I think you'd look good in this skirt. I bet you have the legs for it. Just like mine. Sissy." She knew she was teasing me. "It's okay honey. You're secret's safe with me. Us girls must stick together."

Without another word, she got up, and I didn't see her again for the rest of the party, aside from one very knowing smile as she left.

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When I got home, I called Charlotte, and told her. She giggled, dismissively.

"You're REALLY surprised!? Have you looked at yourself recently?"

It was true. I now have long, straight, conditioned brunette hair, shaped eyebrows, and have lost about a stone in weight in the last 6 months. I also have shaved arms (and legs, although not on display at the party), and practically no stubble.

Perhaps Sarah didn't have to be quite as perceptive as I thought.

Outed as a sissy. Could there be a bigger humiliation?

Probably.