MY STORY : BOOK 2
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Published: July 21st 2023, 10:00:46 am
MY STORY : BOOK 2
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Chapter 18: I realize the impact I have on others
The title of this chapter might sound a little bit weird, but because English isn’t
my first language, this is the best way for me to describe it. At this point I am a
completely feminized sissy slave. On top of posting pictures and videos of
myself on the internet, I also work at The Sissy Market.
Recently we made an update where customers can book an appointment with
me or Princess Diamonds for a little extra cost. So during the week I am
fulfilling orders we get from the webshop and showing customers around in
our little store. When I get back home I often get used by my Princess or I am
shooting content. It is a very busy life, but it is my dream life.
I was extremely nervous with the first couple customers in The Sissy market
that booked an appointment with me. For example, the first person was a sissy
and this sissy was very friendly and wanted some advice. After this sissy was
done shopping, we took a few pictures together.
Next up was a couple, both Doms actually, but they were looking for a slave.
They teased me. I had to show my chastity cage and try on the dresses myself
so that they could see what they would look like on their future sissy. That was
very humiliating but also hot.
Customers are also allowed to take a few pictures with me. The Dom girl took a
picture of me with the man’s cock in my mouth. I had to smile and look in the
camera. I have not seen them since that moment.
I really love our store. Sometimes I just stay there all by myself just so I can try
on different clothes and toys. It’s like sissy heaven.
But then our third customer came.
He paid a little bit extra to book me for advice. I was dressed up as a sissy and I
opened the door when the bell of our store rang, and I greeted a friendly
looking guy in his mid 20’s.
I offered him something to drink, and we went upstairs. (To enter our store you
need to walk past the office and go upstairs.) Once upstairs I decided to break
the silence and awkwardness by showing all the things we have.
But we started talking about other things instead. This person asked me if I was
transitioning and complimented me on my courage and determination. They
told me that they are not ready for such big steps but that they dream about it
often.
I gave them a couple dresses to try on. It was a very skinny person who would
look really good in what I handed over. I could see that they liked it. But this
person kept asking about my experiences and was very interested in me rather
than shopping. I could see that this person had a deep, deep desire to be and
feel feminine. So I offered to do their make-up and transform them.
I went downstairs and grabbed my box with make-up and a little drink for
myself. Once I got upstairs I got to work and did their foundation, eyeliner,
eyeshadow, blush. It was very basic but also extremely feminine looking.
I told them not to look in the mirror behind them yet, and I grabbed a wig that
matched the color of their natural hair and placed it on their head. Once the
wig was in place I told them to stand up and turn around and look in the mirror.
And I will never forget the reaction.
Silence for 60 seconds. This might not sound very long. But it is when you are
waiting for a reaction. After 60 seconds I could see tears running down their
face and not long after that they started to cry.
I must admit that she looked great. She looked like a real girl. Very feminine
and very sexy. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She broke down in tears. I know
those tears.
Those type of tears are very familiar.
Those tears are the realization of someone who discovered that their dreams
are possible, confirmation that they are not ‘’too old,’’ ‘’too masculine,” ‘’too
overweight,’’ that it is indeed possible to be yourself.
This hit me hard.
It is something I will never forget and it is something that motivates me to this
day. There are many sissies, crossdressers, transgenders, whatever label you
want to use out there who believe that they cannot achieve their dreams, and
this is super super super sad.
When I receive messages from people saying that I inspire them, I always
appreciate it but looked at it as just a compliment. But now I get it. Now I get
how important this is to them. So I wrote a little letter to you reading this ebook:
Dear reader,
It is not too late to be yourself.
Your dreams are achievable.
There is a solution for every problem.
It is okay to be yourself.
Fuck all the haters.
Friends who don’t like the real you are not your real friends.
Don’t feel guilty and don’t be ashamed.
You only have 1 life!