New Sissy Stories

Night With a Stranger: Sissy Stories

Sandra the wife makes a deal with her sissy husband to explore their sexual fantasies. First, the sissy gets a threesome. But then, it’s Sandra’s turn….

Four Erotic Stories of Crossdresser Transformation, Submission, Feminization, and Humiliation

Want to play Sissy Secretary? Want to Take Dictation? So does James… James is an inadequate male, but he’s not gay, or is he?

Dominant Women and Their Sissies by Patricia Michelle

Entertaining stories about humiliated sissies and how they got that way… Some about wives turning husbands into maids, some about feminization and training for piggy men, all of them fun and full of humiliating scenes!

Where are women touched…

An interesting experiment about unwanted touching revealed not only that women, specifically, Brazilian women are touched many times when entering a nightclub in a thigh-waist-breast-hugging dress, but also where, how deeply, how often.

where are women touched
Where are women touched

Here is a heat-map version of the groping – spots on the dress steadily light up in the areas where the women are being grabbed.

Should be part of a feminization regime…


1970’s Housewife

A sissy sent in his favorite photo of a 70’s housewife in her half slip and bra…  Alexa played out a fantasy of dressing up like the housewife next door, and then, in the half-slip, panties and bra of the housewife next door. Just imagine being able to dress up like her, all over again, and feeling very feminine and very submissive….

Mistress Alexa loves to talk to sissies about their housewife fantasies. Call 888-411-1230 for a session.

1970s housewife
1970s housewife

Crossdressing is…. Cross-shopping!


Interesting idea for my sissies: do the NY Times thing and shop at women’s departments, or big Ladies departments  for all your clothes! Especially for the smallish and shortish sissies – what a temptation. Instead of putting on those pretty panties underneath the clunky male stuff. Forget the male stuff! Get a pretty blouse instead of a shirt, get a designer blazer for “Healthy women” (this used to be called Plus Size but thanks to a mouthy “comedienne” plus is no longer pc)…


Gurl at the Clinique Counter

A gurl at the Clinique Counter

There was something incredibly familiar about the woman shopping
at the Clinique counter at one of the department stores I like going to 
(lots of cosmetic samples and, giggles, a bunch of really cute guys in the men’s department that flirt outrageously ).   Anyway, I was kinda, pretty-much staring, checking her out, and thinking about how hot the tall boots and knit mini were and she turned to me and in a GREAT big smile, said “Oh my god, Janine! It’s me, Jason!!”

Jason?  And then a flood of memories came back.  Jason was one of the first guys who asked me to femme him.  We’d gone on countless shopping safaris, I’d helped him work with makeup and I’d introduced him to a voice coach (darlings, we can’t look like this and sound like truckers!) and the last time we’d seen each other in bed, he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his dual life.

Mmmmmmmm  there’s something totally delicious about having a man slide into you wearing more makeup than you are! But here he – or ‘she’ — was, looking unbelievably, wonderfully sexy and for the first time, I noticed Jason’s neckline was showing some cleavage!  And honey’s, you can’t fake what Jason had with breast forms.  He caught me looking and smiled broadly:

“I got these a year ago, aren’t they great!”

I was thinking of all the times we’d spent in bed and I couldn’t help myself but move closer, a lot closer, to this stunning gurl. I was smelling her perfume, looking at her gorgeous long hair, thinking of what I wanted to do with those breathtaking boobs and I found myself pressing against her body.  And feeling her thigh.  And moving my hand up.

“Mmmmmmm” she whispered, you always DID say I had a cock you couldn’t stay away from!”

At  which point we heard two distinct gasps behind us!  Two very conservatively dressed business women had been watching our groping and, clearly, had heard Jason’s comment.

My darling Jason was quicker to a line than I was as he said “oh, don’t worry, my gurlfriend here has one too. Hmmm come to think of it, so do a couple of the girls at this Clinique Counter! Well ladies, you’ll excuse us as we figure out who’s bed we want to be in!”

The two suits-in-sensible-heels retreated and Jason and I had a great great laugh.  And just for good measure, knowing that we were probably on some security camera somewhere, gave each other an amazingly long, erotic open-mouth kiss.

Gurls are just everywhere !!!

Curlers and Hairspray

Curlers and Hairspray & Bridget Bardot…. Yes you can make your hair look like a 1950s sex kitten with long blonde pouffy hair that just slightly covers the eyes and just cradles the face. And of course you can tell that the back of the hair has been teased and teased and teased with lots and lots of hairspray.

Curlers and Hairspray
Curlers and Hairspray and Bridget Bardot

This youtube video with Sam McKnight teaches you how.

“… You could almost take a cardboard cutout of this hair and know instinctively that it’s Brigitte Bardot’s,” says Sam. “The important elements of this look are 1) the way it falls on to the face, and 2) the height.”

Try it for your Halloween party. . .

Wear Her Makeup


I’d noticed a guy at the sex club’s bar – and I was feeling Ohhhh so
hot.  He was smiling and shamelessly taking in my careful makeup,
my shimmery and strappy little halter dress, my thigh-highs and my
impossibly tall, cum-f***-me heels.  We smiled at each other and,
predictably enough, he send over a drink and we started talking.

At one point, after he’d been talking to me for about five minutes, I kidded him that he’d spent the entire time looking at my cleavage– and I reminded him there were even more surprises under my dress.  He smiled, took my hand, and placed it on his pants letting me know he already knew about it.  I laughed and grabbed him by the
back of the head and gave him a breath-taking French kiss and as I ground my torso into his, pushing my groin and my breasts against his body, I could feel him stiffening.

After what seemed like forever in this groping embrace he suggested we retire to a corner to do, well, what it is you do in dark corners of sex clubs.  Within minutes he had undone the dress’s halter top and my panties were down near my knees – and as I fondled his cock, he ran his fingertips along mine. He told me he’d fantasized about doing a tranny gurl since – forever -and now, he was finally about to do it.

He was deliciously slow – both in offering as much foreplay as
anyone can expect at a sex club and in achieving his own orgasm.
When it was clear he was about to cum in my mouth, he was so
wonderfully sweet and asked if I wanted him to pull out and squirt
elsewhere.  I mumbled no and he beamed back at me with a
thoroughly satisfied look on his face after he’d cum and as I looked
up at him and lovingly sucked clean his cock and balls.

And that’s when he invited me to his house.  We drove across the
bridge to Berkeley and I remember thinking he was familiar (and I
was really hoping he and I hadn’t done this before and I’d simply
forgotten his name!)  We got to his place – a huge mcmansion of a
place so high in the  East Bay hills you had a view of an amazing
stretch of San Francisco Bay.  It was too late to see much, of course,
but  the beauty of the lights and the dark outlines of the hills in Marin
Country was simply gorgeous.
He opened the front door, disarmed the security system, and turned
to me and said “and you, my darling little pussy gurl, can be my little
wife this evening!”
darling, it may be small its going inside of you !!!
He took me by the hand to the bathroom in the master bedroom.  On
the counter were, obviously, his wifes toiletries – perfume, makeup,
combs and curlers.

I was more than a little surprised.  Guys usually don’t treat their
married status so casually …

He said “I’d like you to wear her makeup.”

So that was the game!  I was to become this very sexy man’s
mistress while wearing his wife’s makeup.  I was to wear her makeup,
her fingernail- and toe- polish, her earrings and a pair of her panties
and both suck him off and take away his male virginity in their
bedroom – in their bed.

As the evening wore on I learned his wife was a very successful
lawyer who travelled extensively.  And that she was sexually
disinterested, and, of course, that she had no idea her darling
husband had this particular kink.

I also learned why he seemed familiar.  The man I had just heard
screaming as he was penetrated for the first time in his life was, truly,
a pillar of East Bay respectability.  Wealthy.  Widely admired  for his
philanthropy.  And, always, the very image of a devoted husband.
I learned that he wanted to do ‘this’ again – that he wanted to have
copies of some of his wife’s clothing made so I could wear ‘her’

During this last year he has escorted me several times to a fabulously
queer-friendly – and discrete — seamstress in San Francisco.  Each
time I leave her apartment carrying an armload of outfits that are
perfect copies – well, maybe a little sluttier — of his trophy-wife’s size-
5 wardrobe.

And on those evenings, our playing is always the same.
We go back to his house and I do my wifely transformation. And each
time it’s a different room where he pretends to ‘discover’ my little
secret, where he pretends his wife does things he’s only dreamt of for
years.  Each visit is a time when he pretends to discover a new kink.
Our evening in his kitchen was the night he discovered he likes to
wear nipple clamps.  Our visit to the sunporch was an opportunity
to react as though he was being date-raped, the living room, an
exploration of seeing just how excited he got as I ‘forced’ him to wear
a pair of adhesive breast forms.

The only other constant in all these visits is that I leave his house
before dawn.  His bedside alarm rings at 4 a.m., we shower together
and I climb back into whatever sexy little outfit I’d met him at the
door with the night before.  There’s always one last sucking off in the
house foyer and … that’s it til the next time he gives me a call.

Sissy Secretary Dress Code – Story of the day


Another fun fantasy to play out using TV Fiction Classics story “A Strict Dress Code”

Your promotion is lost out to a beautiful woman who demotes you to her secretary.

If that isn’t humiliating enough, your beautiful, manipulative boss enforces a strict new dress code. High heels, stockings, short short skirts…. lacy panties.

Although you try to protest, she laughs at you: “What could possibly make you look and feel more like a secretary than wearing pretty skirts and dresses about the office?”
Sissy Secretary Dress Code