Book Excerpt for Sissy New Life

Sissy New Life -- Extract

Sammy's Life is About to Change * Going to Grandmother's House * Mysterious Boxes * Troubling Family History * Grandmother Hates Guys * No Choice * A Thorough Bath to Scrub Away Boyhood * The Dress Bounced Up and Down * Diapers for Nighttime * The Little Angel * Learning What's Naughty * Poo Poo in Her Pampers

Wendy

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"That's the sixty-four thousand dollar question."

"What's that mean?"

"You can't go there as a man," his stepmother said.

"Then what do I do?"

"There's only one alternative -- go as a girl."

Sammy refused to let that sink in. He couldn't answer at all.

His stepmother and Eileen started pulling out the boxes and packages that Eileen had bought the prior evening.

Sammy's eyes bulged wide.

Several old-fashioned girl dresses with lots of lace and ruffles. Ruffled panties. Ruffled anklets. Hair bows and ribbons.

"Remember my mother is very traditionalist," his stepmother said. "She hates men and boys -- and all their clothes. I grew up wearing dresses just like these. I never wore shorts, bluejeans and t-shirts like little girls do now. Only dresses. And that's what you'll wear. The more ultra-feminine you look, the more my mother will love you."

"No!" Sammy shook his head. He wasn't a sissy. He wasn't going to wear girl's jeans, let alone dresses and panties. "No no no no!"

His stepmother looked up to the sky. "I was afraid you'd have a bad attitude about this," she said. "There's one other thing you have to remember."

"I'm not going to dress up like a girl. I'm not a sissy."

"You'll be a real sister if I take you there dressed like a boy. My mother will have you castrated."

"What does that mean?"

"She'll cut off your dick!" Eileen shouted.

Sammy almost fainted at the thought.

His stepmother nodded. "That's your choice, Sammy. You can go as a man -- and then my mother will have the servants knock you out with a drug and chop off your penis with a knife. And you'll lose your penis for the rest of your life. You'll have to urinate through a catheter. And of course, you'll never have children.

"Or, you can dress up like a girl to hide your penis. And when I come get you in a few months, you can stop dressing like a girl and still have your penis for the rest of your life."

That was obviously no real choice at all. He wanted to keep his penis.