A Natural Sissy Part 5

Stacy's Interlude

"Hi, guys. I'm Stacy, and I guess you know I'm a sissy from what Gail has been writing about me. I don't mind being called a sissy, because that's exactly what I am, and we should all be proud of what we are, shouldn't we? Gail told me that I needed to write this chapter, and tell you some of the things she has learned about me from our private talks. I resisted at first, but when she threatened to tie me to the toilet with my face up so all her friends could come visit and piss in my mouth, I decided that compromise was my best option. I've tasted piss before, and everyone knows it's sterile, but I just don't like the taste. So just sit back and listen while I tell you a little about me and how I grew up as a rich kid. Yeah, my parents were very rich. My dad, who I didn't know was my dad until I was a teenager... well that's getting ahead of the story. Let me just say 'he' never worked a day in his life – at least not for pay. He inherited a really big estate when his parents died, just like I did later. My mom was rich, too. When I was small, she would go off everyday and not come home until sometimes very late at night, and sometimes it was late morning when she got home.

She never told me what she did while she was gone, and I only found out when my two older sisters sat me down when I was thirteen and told me. I remember that day like it was just yesterday. Here I was, dressed just like my sisters, in a girl's school uniform. They wore them to school everyday, but I was wearing one because I was being punished for mouthing off to my oldest sister. Did I say that my sisters had absolute authority from my mom to discipline me when they wanted to? I didn't? Well, it's true.

So here I was, dressed like a schoolgirl, except I didn't look like a schoolgirl because my hair was short, like any other boy. The younger of my older sisters was doing things to me that I can't mention, until I yelled, and then they would both laugh their heads off. I didn't dare talk back to them, because one time I did that and they took me down to the dungeon, and strapped me to something they called a St. Andrew's cross, and they beat me with all kinds of things they took down from the dungeon wall. I never want to go through that again.