“Don’t cry little one
I didn’t mean to make you cry”. I really
had to pull myself together as it was happening increasingly often. Jennifer, my wife, would just happen to make
some passing remark and I would burst into tears. All she had said was that my panties looked
cute and that she had a wrap-around skirt that would look great with my crop
top. My panties did look cute that was
true; I loved the pink ruffles and the way it held my sissy clit inside so
no-one could possibly tell I was a sissy.
And I’d have loved to wear Jennifer’s skirt. I don’t know what it was that made me
cry. Maybe it was the hormones; Jennifer
gave me an injection each evening and my little sissy breasts were becoming
more visible by the day. But whenever
Jennifer made me cry she would sit me on her lap and dry my eyes and whisper
gently in my ear about how pretty I looked and having a sissy like me around
the house was such a comfort to her.
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