This afternoon while reading some of the news headlines I came across this article, “He’s tough enough to be a sissy in Wyoming.” and it gave Me moment to pause as I recall how many times I have told My dear pets, that their submission is a strength, not a weakness, but a gift that only some will ever have the courage to explore.
I have to say that few things give Me as much pleasure as seeing one of you little puppets finally taking those mincing sissy steps into the world of cross-dressing, feminization and sissification. The shear delight you express at putting on your first pair of brand new panties, that you had to purchase on your own. The cute little coy look you give, and that silly little smile, when you adorn your lips for Me in that pretty pink lip gloss. And oh how your sissy eyelashes flutter as you stand there with that adorable demure look, some of you get, on Mistresses first inspection.
Needless to say this little sissy brought a smile to My face as I saw him blossoming into the sissy he is meant to be and standing up for who he is, while taking his place in life. Here is his story…
He’s tough enough to be a Sissy in Wyoming
Longtime cross-dresser Sissy Goodwin of Douglas, Wyo., has been anything but weak as he stands up to bigotry in the Cowboy State.
By John M. Glionna
Photography and video by Mel Melcon
Reporting from Casper, Wyoming
October 3, 2013
Sissy Goodwin is out shopping. He’s on the hunt for an industrial-sized wrench for a home handyman project along with two special somethings: colored hair bows and a pretty new dress — preferably red, size 12.
He walks through a mall, a linebacker-sized figure in a pink skirt, lacy yellow blouse and five-o’clock shadow; a gold lamé purse slung over his shoulder and a white bow affixed to his receding gray hair. The 67-year-old college science instructor looks straight ahead, ignoring the stares and the catcalls.
“Boy, you’re cute,” says a middle-aged woman, who then laughs derisively.
In a hardware store, a man shakes his head in disgust. Another asks, “Is it a prank? A joke?”
Back in the car, the object of such scorn puts on pink sunglasses adorned with a tiny red plastic bow. “I got them in Reno,” he says. “Aren’t they cool?” (click here to continue reading)