A sissy is a transvestite who’s primary sexual interest lies not just in wearing feminine clothing, but in becoming an exaggerated version of femini...nity. Femininity as seen through the lens of traditional hetero male sexual desire. Sissies are not seeking to become women in a normal sense, but are instead seeking to become the object of their desires. Their ultimate fantasy woman if they were normal, rather than being a sissy. Sissies are transvestites who can’t be sated by just throwing on. That certainly startled me, and I was at a loss for words for several seconds.“I will if things work out,” I told her more in jest than anything else.“I can read your emotions, Greg. You think that saving her and her Talent make up in part for not being able to save your Wife. Be good to her,” she finished before going through the door and closing it. I just stood there for a minute or more trying to sort out my own emotions.“How could she know that before I became aware of it?” I wondered to. He moved his mouth across her rosy cheek to her ear. ‘After all this time, you still make me feel like a teenager,’ he said. He grabbed her hand and brought it down to the front of his pants. She distinctly felt the bulge growing as he said, ‘this is what you do to me, I want you so bad.’ He nibbled on her earlobe, he knows she absolutely loves it when he does that. He ran his tongue along the outline of her ear and she sighed as she started to massage him unconsciously. His breath started to. I’m not really sorry, because it’s a wonderful feeling, but I wasn’t sure if the knowledge would make you feel awkward or happy... or angry…’ I didn’t know how to answer that statement, which seemed a bit out of place somehow. His declaration made my heart take a few extra dance steps, but the feelings that lingered were a complicated mix of disbelief and astonishment. ‘I’m not angry… but perhaps… surprised?’ I finally answered, looking down at my hands. ‘Ok, so a little awkward then…’ he.