The Adventures of Shy Christine

Wishy Washy

2012-01-06T01:02:00.001-07:00

Well... "thanks" so much for all your "helpful" comments requested by my Big Sister. She says I have to post ten of them as my wishlist. If she's telling me to do it, and it's composed by your comments... how is it mine?? I went ahead and assumed that comments with multiple parts should be broken out into different wishes. At least give me that. Not that it really helps... Anyways, here's my "list"

I wish that my Big Sis would let me be a he again.
I wish Santa would give me a new wardrobe.
I wish to be a famous rock or pop star, having lots of young men drooling after me.
I wish I could ask Santa for a spanking.
I wish Santa would give me more sexy slutty female cloths to dress up in to better practice the oral and anal arts.
I wish for bigger boobs so I can give tit jobs.
I wish for more training in the oral and anal arts to better pleasure a male suitor.
I wish for a handsome male suitor.
I wish I could show you pictures of the men I want and explain why I want them so badly.
I wish that I could finally admit that I like men.

Twas the Night Before Chrissy - Part Four

2012-01-01T02:01:00.001-07:00

Chrissy needs ten Christmas wishes and she has to choose from suggestions in the comments, so let's brainstorm some fun ones for her!

Twas the Night Before Chrissy - Part Three

2011-12-30T10:37:00.000-07:00

Twas the Night Before Chrissy - Part Two

2011-12-27T21:56:00.000-07:00

Colline earned this verse for the group with her comment on verse one! Want to make Chrissy take another photo? Show your appreciation! Five is the goal...

Twas the Night before Chrissy... Part One

2011-12-26T20:54:00.002-07:00

Cheap Trick or Treat

2011-11-01T01:28:00.001-06:00

Hey all,

First off, I know there's been some crazy things happening lately, so hopefully wherever you're reading this from you and yours are safe and sound.

So I haven't been on here much lately. I hope you were all happy and excited for me cause that meant that my Big Sister wasn't making me doing horribly feminine things... Of course, October 31st is a bit of a different animal. I think she disappears around this time on purpose. As Halloween creeps closer and closer without hearing from her, my stomach starts to twist. I hold out hope that I won't have to dress up or at least I could go and get a male costume... but, what if she contacts me at the last minute? How am I going to get a costume on short notice? How do I pull it all off? What if she doesn't contact me? Does that mean I don't have to dress up for Halloween? Ever again? I mean if she doesn't want me to dress up for Halloween, maybe she's finally grown bored of me... but, the pit in my stomach grows wider. She's going to expect me in something. Maybe this is a test? What's worse; dressing like a girl when I didn't have to, or feeling the wrath of my Big Sister for not dressing up when she expects me to?

I wasn't going to do it. I was going to make a stand. Do you remember last year? I got punished for dressing up even when she didn't say anything?!!? I shook a little at the evening got later and later. With a whimper, I gave up... I slinked into my closet and started to pull through my feminine things to put together a costume.

But, not all was lost. If I was going to dress up, then I was going to pick up costume of MY choosing. It was going to be an image of what kind of girl I would be if I HAD to be a girl. This was not going to be girl-girl. This was not going to be pink. Not cutesy. No dresses. I was going to be cool. Powerful. Bad-ass. Ok, ok, the idea for my costume had come to me a while ago. A while ago. It wasn't for Halloween specifically, but I kept it in the back of my mind in case my Big Sis ever asked for my opinion. Plus, when I had to browse for girl stuff, my tastes seemed to skew this way. What kind of girls today are cool, powerful, and bad-ass?? Rock chicks of course!

Of course a lot of costumes could be for a rock chick, and I wasn't about to buy a meat dress, or a bubble dress, or some crazy galactic orbit dress. Of in order to pull it off, I thought I'd try and set the scene with a collection of poses:

Is it just me or does it seem that more often than not, the Paparazzi tend to sneak up on unsuspecting celebrities from behind? But, they don't just sneak up on them, they also seem to take a pic from the back too. It's like back-up proof in case someone the celeb flees. It's like there version of the spotting Bigfoot picture. Figured I need one of these to make me seem rock star-ish.

Of course being a rock star, I don't want to be caught by the Paparazzi. So naturally, my hand has all but thrown out all evidence that this is a photo of me. But why don't I want to be photographed at wherever I am?? I mean, I probably just came out of an orphanage or I just handed over a large novelty cheque to a charity I support... right?

Yeah, I took an extra one. I'm a huge rock star so I have extra Paparazzi following me. Plus, I could get into the idea of obscuring my face in photos. Should be a staple in all future poses my Big Sis make me take.

And of course, even when I'm in one place, I'm really somewhere else. The important life of a rock-star celebrity. And naturally, because I'm being photographed I need to pretend to look bored. After all a rock star obviously much more important than whoever is on the other end of the line.

Unless of course the person on the other end is an underling. Than the rock star must be giving directions to this person to get things done for them in their important lives. Yup, clearly chatting with one of the many Personal Assistants to keep the rock star live running on all cylinders.

This is me at the show rockin' it out for all my adoring fans! Some of them would consider me a hero. A hero who plays guitar. I bet they'll even make a video game about this rock star some day!

Bad-ass, mama jamma! I taught Slash this pose.

All rock stars have that pose that while is obviously been rehearsed and burned into their muscle memory, is supposed to tell everyone this is how they are just naturally cool and just about the scene. Plus, it always makes for a good album promo photo. Or something.

So that was me on Halloween. Cool, right? I mean, it's like I've built a whole persona or whatever. You so totally like this as opposed to the ridiculous stuff my Big Sister had me doing, yeah? I mean, you're totally hooked on this alternate persona. I can tell. I think you should comment and let my Big Sis know you're more interested in seeing more about this new persona and any of the silly stuff she was coming up with. Plus, I haven't thought of a name yet for this new bad-ass girl side. Comment and give suggestions for a name. I was going to go with Moon Unit Zappa, but that didn't seem original enough.

Slow and Steady

2011-08-10T21:29:00.002-06:00

Hi folks,

I hope the summer is treating you well! It's been an up and down summer for me. For the most part my Big Sister has left me alone (yay!). But, when she does bug me it's... been... different. She's been more demanding. It's been less sisterly and I've become more like a toy. Something to be toyed with at her will without a voice or opinion of my own. I don't know if she just has these needs to assert absolute dominance over someone and that's when she seeks me out. Or (hopefully) this is the early stages of her getting tired of me and she'll soon leave me alone permanently.

Anyways, her humiliating task for me this time was to put on my most emasculating heels, put myself in a very specific pose and then have to weave a "fantasy" involving that pose for you all on this blog. Now, as you all know by now, she's not very subtle and she was trying to make it obvious what kind of fantasy she was looking for.

Too bad for her I'm still just as smart as ever. Just because she doesn't like to treat me like an intellectual doesn't mean I still can't thwart her. So, without prolonging the (minimized) damage, here's my completed task:

So, it's quite simple really. I'm a tortoise. I'm a tortoise who was wearing pink heels... 'cause I'm heading out to the bar... called the Hard Shell cafe. Anyways, as I'm walking to the bar, my panties get snagged on a rock and fall down my tortoise legs. Feeling the unusual draft, I look back to see my panties have slipped down one leg. Because I'm looking backwards, I don't see I'm walking towards a dip in the ground, and I slip and tip over onto my back. And I'm stuck on my back struggling to right myself.

She's on her back. Her breath is heaving and ragged, her chest rising and falling to the rhythm of her desire. As the panties slide down her leg, she dangles them off her foot. Her smooth legs lift, spreading automatically. She's waiting there. Waiting for you.

Aaaaaaand scene. There we go. Quite the fantasy if you ask me. I think you can chalk one up for Chrissy over Big Sister on this one. Peace out.

When is a Lesbian Not a Lesbian...

2011-06-06T23:42:00.003-06:00

Just like any other conditioned subject, the thought of having to write another post fills me with dread before I've even hit the "Publish Post" button.

It's been a busy time for me. And for different reasons, it's been busy for my big sister too. So, lucky for me there hasn't been a request from her to take pictures lately. And no pictures means no posts here. So you're thinking how lucky and fortunate I've been this past little while. I can see why you'd think that. I would think the same thing. But, sadly you are mistaken.

Maybe she took exception to the fact that I defined our sisterly relationship in the last post. Or maybe she just feels a need to make me wrong wherever possible. So, she's taken it to a little beyond sisters. She's had me pleasuring her. Awesome, right? I mean, an awesome, amazing goddess wants me to pleasure her...

... only it's never that straightforward with Big Sis. She's wearing a strap on while I pleasure her. So it's guy and girl action. Only the guy has to pretend to be a girl. And the girl is wearing a strap-on. I would still say this falls under the category of lesbian action, though. Maybe not the best label for my ego, but certainly not the worst.

But, it is getting worse. She calls it training. And I'm not allowed to refer to it as a strap-on. Despite her attempts to try and twist and manipulate the situation, this is what I'm picturing in my head...(at least most of the time):

I don't know how many genetic girls read this blog, but I could use their help for a little peace of mind. These kinds of situations could come up innocently, yes? Maybe at a slumber party or whatever. Some curious experimentation between friends or what not? Please tell me this is typical female behavior, and I'm just not use to it.

Stepping Back Into This...

2011-04-12T00:29:00.001-06:00

Hi All...

I've seen all your comments, over the past months. I guess thanks for those that were concerned something happened to me. Blissfully, for the past three months or so, nothing happened to me that would concern this blog. But, just like being ripped from a deep slumber, my Big Sister decided to check up on me. And you all know what results from that... I'm back here posting.

Now, going through comments and notes sent to me while gone. I want to address a few things:

First, and most importantly, my Big Sister doesn't get exactly get upset when I don't post on here for long. You see, these posts, pics, girl things... they aren't my idea. They are hers. If she doesn't tell me to do it, I don't do it. I don't like this blog. I hate, hate, HATE being forced to publicize what she makes me do. Yes, I have curiosities about girlie things, but I never wanted to take it this far... and I certainly never wanted to share my explorations with anyone beyond my Big Sister. Sorry, but I'm just not a real spotlight kind of person. So a lack of posts has to do with a lack of direction from her. I know you're to say that's really submissive of me, and I can't argue that. My Big Sister has me wrapped around her little pinkie toe.

Second, some of you think my Big Sister doesn't exist. She's a figment of my imagination. Perhaps you think I spin my adventures from mutually consenting to forced fem? Or maybe, you think I made her up completely to try and justify my sissy pictures? Well I promise you she's real. Though, we haven't actually met. Our interactions and friendship is entirely online. I admire and look up to her. Our chats can be serious, goofy, girlie, argumentative, or naughty. We can talk as equals or not so equals. Kinda sounds like how two sisters would get along, right? But no, she's not ACTUALLY my sister. I hope you've all figured at least that out by now...

And I know, I know; how could I be manipulated by someone who's not physically there. Honestly, I don't know exactly how it got to this. I admit, I had cross dressing fantasies and they skewed towards forced feminization. So what? I've also had fantasies about screaming in a library and never acted on those. My Big Sister and I chatted, and when I would mention something, she'd push. And she'd push again. And again. And when I'd give an inch, she's demand a mile. And then she asked me to take a picture. And then another. And then one with my face in it. That was it. Just like out of a story, she could now manipulate me at will. Add on that helping of adoration, fast forward a bit, and here we are.

So why would I tell you all this? The real reason for this post (yep, I'm long winded). With the very innocent, curious little-sister nature I have, I asked her if she had any tattoos? I figured that was a reasonable topic of conversation. She was coy, but upon reflection I think she was just teasing my curiosity in order to set me up. Eventually, she would consent to revealing the where and what of her tattoo. Only she couldn't just tell me, she wanted to show me... by putting an image of her tattoo on a picture of me. Now, I knew this could be bad; whenever she suggests a photo opp, it's never as it seems... But, what little sister wouldn't want to match her Big Sister? The next thing I knew, she had me with my legs shaved, toes painted, posed and pictured. All for the sake of seeing her tattoo. I never did get to see her actual tattoo. But, in exchange I had already promised to post the photo of it:

So I guess she has a rose tattoo on her ankle. Nothing super unique or crazy. I had to jump through all those hoops and that was the big secret. Do you understand what I have to go through now???

... and no, I don't actually want a matching tattoo. And no, I don't want any kind of girlie tattoo. So do NOT comment with tattoo suggestions... or suggestions of any kind really. If there are no comments than it's like no one saw this.

I posted this to appease Her. As far as I know, no one will ever actually see this. No one saw this. No one saw this. No one saw this...

You Say You Want a Resolution...

2011-01-10T21:12:00.001-07:00

Well, Happy New Year...

Bah... if you ask me, what's so happy about it? I mean, this year started just like the last one left off... it's like they just flowed from one to the other and nothing's really all that different. It certainly isn't between me and my Big Sister.

The year wasn't even 2% old when she informed me of her latest scheme. She had me do one thing and then totally turned it around into something else. I was trying to start the year on the right foot, try and get on her good side, but I guess she doesn't really care. The result of her stupid little trick is that I now have five resolutions for the year... and that I had to tell all of you what they were. Like you even care. I'm sure you're all too busy with your own lives and resolutions to be concerned about these ones of mine that I have no desire to fulfill or even attempt to complete.

Smell more feminine
Less body hair
Speak a little higher and with less forcefulness
Focus more on weight loss than muscle tone
Smoother body, especially hands and feet

Even if I wanted to complete any of these, and believe me I say I have no desire to, I wouldn't even know where to start. I don't think anyone would. I think instead of looking at where she could push me next, I think she could just as easily be happy and content with what she's done already. I mean, surely seeing how far I've come should satisfy anyone's blood lust.

*sigh* I mean this is how I looked to close 2010 and ring in 2011. At some point, enough is enough, yes?

Are You Not Entertained???

2010-12-30T15:30:00.001-07:00

Do any of you think before making comments on my post?? Did you not realize, that maybe one of these days my Big Sister might read them and then ACTUALLY react to them. Really?!? I should be punished. The pictures were a failure. I took initiative people!!! If I didn't do those photos, there would have been nothing posted, and ergo, there would be no failure and nothing to punish.

Look... I'm not trying to be mean... but, you don't know my Big Sister like I do. She doesn't read the sarcasm or the playful teasing in your comments. She reads an opportunity and then she can direct my ire at you all instead of her. It really is bad enough trying to battle her twisted logic, please don't add fuel to the fire. And she... controls me. I can't really fight her in a battle of wills, because she knows how to get exactly what she wants from me. I use to be able to negotiate and at least keep some taste to these things, but lately it seems like she has it all planned out in her head and anything I say regarding it is immediately dismissed. I mean, these are my pictures. It's me and my image and reputation at stake every time the camera clicks; shouldn't I have some input into the process and output??

Maybe one day I'll figure her out, and we'll be on even ground again... but, until that happens I'm at her mercy. So, just please, be careful about what you say. And for those who were calling for punishment or redo or whatever... here's your pound of flesh. I hope you realize that with great power comes great responsibility... 'cause my Big Sister hasn't

Shy Chrissy vs. the World

2010-11-26T21:25:00.001-07:00

So... OK maybe I'm not Scott Pilgrim, and I wasn't exactly spending this last little while fighting for the affections of a girl, but sometimes it just feels like the world is against you, right?

Despite all of you insisting to post comments even when I ask you not to, I had thought maybe my "Big Sister" had finally grown tired of this little game and decided to move on. She went AWOL for a while, but alas she returned.

My "Big Sister" left me to my own devices to try and come up with something appropriate for Halloween. Now, her idea of what's appropriate differs widely from mine, so I was lost in terms of what to do. I scrambled around, desperate for something. I came up with something I figured would work, a bunny costume that was more cute than overtly sexy.

I took the pics without the slightest idea of what poses a bunny girl would do, let alone a girl or a bunny. But, then the clock stuck midnight and the black magic of Halloween was finally lifted, I realized I'd made a serious error: I forgot the most critical aspect of my costume, the ears. On top of that, the poses I struck didn't show the second most critical aspect of the costume, the bunny tail... so, all I really had was me in girlie stuff, doing absolutely absurd poses.

You'd think my big sister had some taste for quality. You thought wrong. Apparently, she'd rather just humiliate me through quantity over quality. So, here's the disastrous pictures of a bunny costume that wasn't. Sometimes once a year is too often...

Over 200 Served

2010-09-27T23:45:00.011-06:00

Over 200 Moments of Joy!

The community seems to be enjoying my little 'sisters' activities of late. By my estimation (assuming the majority of the followers of this blog are of the male persuasion) that's approximately four cups worth of 'enjoyment'. Four cups plus actually (since many of you have voted for 'more than once'.)

Now to all of you who voted 'not yet'... what's it going to take?

Who knows? You might just get your wish.

-Chrissy's Sis

Vicky or Freddy??

2010-08-31T21:07:00.002-06:00

So I don't usually respond to comments from my blog, but the question asked kind of fit with what was happening in my little town.

Commenter Jake asked if I was a Victoria Secret or a Fredrick's of Hollywood girl. Well, first off Jake I'm not a girl. Second of all, I am a Canadian and so neither Victoria Secret or Fredrick's of Hollywood exist in my city... until two weeks ago. My fair city was picked to be the first one in Canada to have a brick and mortar Victoria Secret store. Here's a pick from the opening:

I guess it was kind of a big deal. No word on when Fredrick's will be invading the Great White North. So, you're probably all thinking I'm now firmly in the Secret camp, right??

HA!

A brick and mortar store doesn't change anything for me. I only get girlie stuff because My Big Sis forces me to. That usually involves her sending me a link to an online store, and that's fine by me. I wouldn't be caught dead in a lingerie store. I can barely stomach walking through the ladies section of a department store!

Plus, Canada has its own lingerie store (with online shopping): La Senza. La Senza is now owned by the same company that owns other brands, like Victoria Secret and Bed, Bath & Beyond, but it originated in Canada. So, question answered

Though, this all raises a question I have. How did my Big Sis know any of this?? She must have known something... how else to explain the outfit and poses she made she do?!!?

These have clearly been doctored...

2010-08-05T23:46:00.001-06:00

Just like the Britney Spears cover of Cosmopolitan that's clearly been manipulated:

This photo that I'm being forced to post is obviously not really me. My face was airbrushed on. I would never ever let myself be posed in such a lewd manner.

Let's just move on. I don't want to talk about it, so I don't expect there to be any comments.

Afternoon T-Girl

2010-07-05T23:59:00.000-06:00

Hello,

Long time no blog. But, if you know the reasons behind why I usually post, then you'd know that a long absence is usually a good thing for me; I didn't have to do something girlie at my Big Sister's insistence.

But all good things must come to an end. I guess my Big Sister decided that I wasn't depressed enough and insisted that I have to dress up and take photos. Now you'd be disgusted by the outfits and poses she was proposing. Thankfully, I caught her in a good mood or something, because I was able to convince her that wearing a tasteful dress and doing more lady-like poses was the way to go.

I realize that looking at the photos now that it probably isn't to my benefit to state that I negotiated to take these photos, but you have no idea how bad it could have been. Plus, my Big Sis has a way of saying she agrees, but then it manages to sneak in a few things that are not exactly what I thought we agreed upon. Anyways, here's the shots... pray for me that there won't be any more for a long time.

Also, do not comment on this post. Let's show my Big Sister that you don't support her decision to do this to me and that it should stop. If she thinks no one is looking at this stuff, then I'm hoping she'll realize she's not getting attention and move on to torment someone else.

I am such a Princess? (The answer is no)

2010-04-18T23:12:00.003-06:00

So, my big sister thinks I'm not posting enough here and said I have to post something. She said I had to post that specific title (I added the punctuation and what's in the parenthesis), and she gave me a list of specific words I have to use and relate to the title. This is silly isn't it?? I mean, this is supposed to be a blog; a running log of MY thoughts and not some forced writing exercise. But, whatever. She says something bad will happen if I don't do this... so here goes:

I have to have my dreamy sleep on pink satin every night. So you'd think that would point towards me being a princess, but I'm certain princesses get to decide what color and type of material they get to sleep on. So based on the fact I have to sleep on those things, means I'm not a princess.

Has my tummy, clean-shaven legs, and or painted toes elicited comments like HAWT, mouth-watering, or cutie? Yes, they have... so you'd think that would make me a princess... but wrong again. Princesses were locked up, and when they weren't they were always seen in a formal, regal, and proper manner. In order words, you'd never have been able to see their tummies, bare legs, or toes. So, the fact that you've all seen mine yet again proves I'm not in fact a princess.

Lastly, princesses are boy-crazy. They have to be, back then a princess was used as an asset. They were married as part of a strategic alliance more than anything else. The worst thing that could happen would be for a princess to displease her new husband in some way, and put the alliance between her husband's people and her blood-relations in jeopardy. So they had to be "boy-crazy." And obviously for those who know me or have had the chance to read my posts before my big sister goes in and edits them, I do not like boys. It's just not my thing. I adore women and that's the gender I'm crazy about.

So that's that. I'm more than certain you'll be able to figure out which words she made me include in this post. And despite those, I was still able to write my true opinion.

Lastly, she said I had post a related picture. So fine. I'm guessing when you saw the title of my post, you were all probably thinking you'd see a tgirl princess. Well, you are... it's just won't be me! HA!

(That pretty lady is Katlyn Suzuki)

Gimmie (No) More

2010-03-09T22:41:00.000-07:00

Hello all,

Sad, horrible, terrible news. My big sister got one of those very, very, VERY bad ideas into her head. She thought it would be hilarious if I had to have Britney Spears as my role model when I took some pics. She picked out a picture of Britney's I had to emulate and made me listen to one of her songs while I got ready and took the picture. Let me tell you dear reader, nothing could be more humiliating or humbling than having done this. After my exposure to her, I can promise you that she didn't win a fan here.

Anyways, my big sister didn't think it was good enough to just make me take the pic, she thought it would be funny to create like a mini-poster. Ugh, I feel Toxic...

Suggestions for Chrissy

2010-02-18T20:52:00.003-07:00

See Chrissy? You have all these lovely people paying attention to you!

You should be totally excited about all this attention and enthusiasm for your growing cuteness!

So what should we make her do next? Offer some serious suggestions and it just might happen.

And to reward all of you for your continued visits and attention, here's a little candid shot of our pretty victim from one of her blonde days. Doesn't she look like she's having fun?

Chrissy's Sis

Fun Days in Your PJ's

2010-02-15T00:05:00.006-07:00

Hey all,

I've been getting pressure by my Big Sister to post something here. So, I figured I'd go back to finding pictures on the web of outfits I like. So here's one from the only place I seem to shop these days... Victoria's Secret:

I really like this outfit because it looks practical, warm, and still SUPER sexy. I love her little bracelets and her not quite perfectly together hair. The top is super cute, with the top being cut just that little bit too low and the hem of the shirt ending just a little bit too high. Her pants are an adorable shade of pink, too.

While lingerie is great and all, I would have absolutely nothing to complain about if I was snuggled up like a girl wearing that on Valentine's Day. Wouldn't you agree? Let me know if you'd like to see me in this outfit... or offer your own suggestions.

Ad Confusion

2010-01-19T19:07:00.000-07:00

Hey all,

Good news, my big sister hasn't been bugging me for a while, so I haven't had to dress up fully for a while. Yay!! But, I figured I should do some sort of post up here. I was flipping through a magazine. There's no need to state the name of the magazine or what type of content it focuses on, but I found a striking advertisement that I thought I would share.

It's a two page ad, where on one page there's one part of the ad, and then you flip the page and there's another ad for the same product.

So on the first page there is this image:

So you see this beautiful girl who, with her hair and holding an over-sized bottle of the perfume, looks almost like an innocent fairy or pixie. She looks just as delicate and feminine as the design of the perfume bottle, which is a tipped heart with a pretty silver charm.

But, then you turn the page and see this:

Now, maybe due the circumstance my big sister has put me into I'm more sensitive to this... but the way the bottle and her hand is positioned, it looks a lot like she's... uh, y'know!! Now, I could get into a big discussion about sexual symbolism, but I'm guessing no one reading this is interested in that sort of discussion. But, in an ad that's about perfume in which there is nothing masculine in frame, a simple pose and placement of product changes everything. It's quite a different message than the first page and for whatever reason I could not stop looking at this ad. So I guess it worked...

Then again, I haven't purchased the perfume so maybe it didn't!

10... 9... 8...

2009-12-31T16:04:00.000-07:00

Why do countdowns always start at 10?? I mean, in order to not miss the countdown, if you're watching TV, you end up watching for like hours and if you're not watching TV, it takes way longer than 10 seconds to turn on the TV and find the channel and then its too late.

Why do they show you other people celebrating their countdown in other timezones? Is it so we can confirm nothing bad is going to happen to us at the stroke of midnight? And what do the people who live in the timezone that strikes midnight first watch? Do they watch the people who live in the latest timezone celebrate New Years from last year?

And did you know we have overlapping timezones? For example, people who live in Honolulu and the Line Islands clocks will look identical, but the calendars in the Line Islands will be a day in the future? How is that even possible?!? So if you're from Honolulu, give my fondest farewell to 2009 and this past decade. And if you're from the Line Islands, won't you please let us know how 2010's doing? And all of you, no matter when you're going to be ringing in the New Year, I wish you the very, very best for 2010!

Still reading huh?? Figured I had another countdown to talk about? Well you're right...

So, there was another item that I was counting down and that was how many followers I needed until I reached 50. I reached it a couple weeks ago, and to the delight of my Big Sis it has kept going. So, yes I was able to get release and I thanks you all so, so much for that! But, you'd think being locked up would be humiliating enough to satisfy my Big Sis, but absolutely not! She made sure I was all trussed up like a girl, and I had to catch the moments of escape on camera for public display. You have no idea how embarrassing it is to be finally free, with all sorts of thoughts spinning in your head, but at the same time your senses are bombarded with your feminine self. I hope these pictures are worth you counting towards this goal, because I already cashed in my prize.

A Chrissy Christmas

2009-12-24T16:44:00.000-07:00

Hey Gang!

So, yes my big sister made me do some holiday poses. I took them and sent them to her for approval... (I'm sure she'll approve them, they are that horrible. But, I figure it was a good stall tactic! And it worked!) but she hasn't said either way. But, the good news is I sneaked in some better poses. Well, ok they aren't exactly manly poses, but I was working with what she made me wear. I know this sounds odd, but compared to what she made me do, I'm actually so much happier I get to post these poses instead. Hmmm... maybe my tactic didn't work. What do you think??

Well, either way I just want to say thanks to those who subscribed and those who comment! Despite which side your on, I know it takes effort to put in a comment or subscribe and participate, so thanks.

And I truly wish everyone has a safe, happy and magical holiday!

The New reTooled... 2.0... 3GS...

2009-12-16T23:41:00.001-07:00

Hey all,

So before I start my post I just want to remind those of you who haven't to go ahead and click on that little "Follow" button along the right hand side, and make sure you follow publicly otherwise it won't count toward that number. Don't worry, by public they don't mean they are going to post all your personal info, it just means your profile will show up along the right. And if your profile is blank its just like following anonymously. If you haven't seen my previous post... don't look! All you need to know is that I need 50 followers and at the time of writing this I was at 48.

OK! Good news! I think I just struck a deal with my Big Sis. I didn't think it was possible, but I must have been on my "A" game and I think we may have been softened by the holiday spirit. She still has planned a couple of different "photo shoots" for the next little while, but she said I don't always have to be posting photos of me. I just have to go out into the vast Interwebs and just find pictures of girls, outfits, and/or poses I think are pretty and appeal to me and explain why.

I'll still have to take pics, but how we decide what kind isn't exactly clear to me yet, but she said I'd have A LOT more input, so I guess I can't complain as of yet. She also said your comments and on which pics would be taken into consideration somehow... but, just take your cue from me and I think everything will be fine.

So to make sure I understand the concept or test-pilot or something, she wanted me to post one up tonight. So here's the image:

The obvious place to start is to say that I think anyone would be happy to see a girl in this pose, wearing this lingerie in their bedroom. Her body and look is just so feminine. I've spent more than a few moments staring at her gorgeous lips, her matching nail polish, bedtime hair and super sexy bow. Her lingerie has that perfect balance of modern seductress (cut and fabric) and vintage pinup(pattern and ruffle details).

What do you all think about the pose and outfit? Please comment as I really want this to work, and rest assured my Big Sis will read your responses.

Signs: You're in Trouble

2009-11-24T00:48:00.000-07:00

I'm absolutely dreading this post. When I saw what my Big sis has done, I felt ill, helpless, and doomed...

It all started with this clothing demand. When I first started dressing, it was all about quantity as a way to explore. So I'd visit sites like eBay looking for lots of clothing on the cheap. In hindsight this may not have been a great idea as I usually pick a lot of clothing based on really wanting one or two items amongst the pile. And after being somewhat selective as time went on, I now have a pile of girls clothes but I really only like a small fraction of them.

So why am I telling you this? In one of the lots, one of the tops that I considered a throw in had a cheeky slogan on it. I can only assume this girl had grown up and wanted to get rid of some of her more... rebellious clothes. Let me be perfectly clear: In no way does this shirt describe me, my personality, or my sexual orientation. In fact, its quite the opposite. So years later when my Big Sis started to insist on more types of photos, I sent her pics of the various clothes I had. I certainly did not want her to know about this shirt, but I must have accidentally gotten it in frame or I missed cropping it or something. She's been holding this top over my head for the longest time. I guess for her, she just wasn't going to be denied her cruel fun.

Usually, she'll torment me with something really bad (like this shirt), and I have to beg and plead and compromise on other things to try and limit the damage. That's right; the pictures you usually see here are not as bad as originally envisioned by my Big Sis. But not this time. She insisted over and over on this outfit. There was no negotiation. Period. She didn't budge on a thing. I had to wear these items specifically. And I had to hold up a big piece of blank paper. And she wanted it right away. I tried to delay things by asking her for specific poses and such, but it wasn't any good.

So, I got ready and when the time came to take the pictures I had to think of how to hold this sign. I didn't know what I was doing, and I wasn't enjoying the passing minutes in the getup. So, I just took pictures of any pose I could think of. I figured if one of the poses pleased her, then at least she wouldn't make me get in this getup again and redo the pictures... and then probably punish me on top of it.

So once I sent her the pictures, I had to sit and wait. My mind would race with thoughts on people seeing me in the shirt and getting the wrong idea about me (which based on the comments I get, I'd say my Big Sis has been very successful at giving people the wrong idea about me). Then, my mind would go sick trying to think of what she was possibly going to superimpose on that blank piece of paper. But, my Big Sis disappeared for a while. So, after almost a week, I forgot about it... and that's when I heard from her.

I'll admit that my mind had thought she would be crueler... but, when she told me to post them to multiple locations, that's when the real feeling of dread settled into my stomach. All I can ask for is that you please don't say anything disgusting in the comments and please understand that my top does NOT describe me, my personality, or my sexual orientation. She made me wear it in order to maximize my humiliation and emasculation.

... Give Me Something Good to Eat!

2009-10-31T21:09:00.000-06:00

Hey peeps!

I hope you've had a very fun and safe Halloween weekend.

I remember running up to houses and shouting Trick or Treat... Give me something good to eat! And then a friendly neighbor would come out and gush over my costume... well actually they'd usually ask because it's so cold here by Halloween that you had your costume on underneath your heavy winter jacket, gloves, and toque. But, what matters is that they'd send me away with my treat-filled pillow case ever so slightly heavier. As a kid, October 31 was always circled on my calendar.

You have have noticed that I haven't been updating much lately. My big sis has been occupied by other things and has left me quite alone. So awesome, right? And you all better be happy for me too. The last thing I need is people on her side; she's bad enough all by herself. So when the cats away... uh, the mouse gets cheese... hmm, dish and spoon take off... er, Chrissy doesn't have to do humiliating post blogs. You get the idea!

Of course when Halloween was coming up, my big sis sent me a couple quick emails to make sure I couldn't get away with anything on today. No army man costume, superhero outfit, or cowboy getup... Well, she didn't say that specifically but she implied I had better get dressed up. And that was it... no costumes picked out... no poses sent to me as examples. Just a note saying I better have a costume for Halloween.

So what was I to do? I mean, I don't think I want to be a girl... er, I know I don't want to be a full time girl... I mean, I don't want to be a girl! But, here I was with no force, no guidance, not even a real threat of punishment if I didn't comply.

But, so what? I mean this is the one day of the year where people dress to pretend, right? Big jocks dressed as geeks, the quiet girl dressed like a sexy kitten and the cute kid dressed like a scary vampire. This is the day where people dress as who they aren't. So, in a way... it kinda makes sense that I got a girlie costume, right?

And it wasn't that bad. I mean, without my big sis trying to put me in humiliating outfits and poses that are over-sexualized for a girl, let alone a guy. Without the humiliating context that big sis put on it, I didn't have that feeling of dread that would sit in the pit of my stomach with every flash of the camera.

So I got all dressed up. Not with some horrible costume or with the intention of getting candy and not under duress. I got dressed in a feminine costume that I picked out. And I took pictures of poses. Not ones that my sis picked and I worried and freaked out over. I took pictures of poses that I came up with. I've even still in the costume as I type this. I mean it's still another 2 hours before November comes so it's ok, right?

Of course being all grown up, I can't exactly go out and get some free chocolate and candy. Yet, with each passing minute of October 31 and my brain just starts to focus on sweets. Gosh, I REALLY need to wrap my lips around something right about now...

Spread Dread

2009-09-06T01:00:00.000-06:00

Hello dedicated reader,

So, I guess my big sis was pretty happy about the response I got to the lingerie pics a couple posts back. But, now she think that this other pic she made me take isn't getting enough TLC from eyes other then hers and mine. Of course, it was never mentioned to me that this pic would be for public viewing. She just threw it in with the other ones and said I better take a pic of each pose. So, here it is... *sigh*

And just as proof I'm also posting the original picture so you don't think I just come up with my own poses or anything. Typically the way it works is:

My big sis and I will chat
She tells me to go visit a link
The pit of my stomach drops and I get scared and nervous
My heart sinks as I see the image associated to the link
Big sis coolly describes my outfit while I try and protest
Sometimes she'll describe difference she wants me to do from the pose
She'll point out some Sword of Damocles she has hanging over me that cinches that I'll do the photo as she instructs

Wash, rinse, repeat for every photo you see of me.

So lastly, I didn't get a lot of responses to my last post. And I don't want to bore people with my Vegas story if that's not what you're interested in reading about here on the blog. So, if you do want to hear it, please put a comment in the previous post, and if not, keep doing what you're doing and I won't bring it up again.

It'll (Pedi)Cure What Ails Ya

2009-08-17T21:40:00.000-06:00

So I'm back from my Vegas Vacation. I still have my shirt so I guess that means I survived. So I have a couple more things to discuss about. On one of my last days I went to the Carnegie Deli and got a two-pound deli sandwich.

So before I get a slew of childish comments in reference to this...
- Yes my mouth was watering when I saw all that meat.
- No, I could not fit all that meat in my mouth.
- Yes, I found the meat tasty and delicious.
- Yes, it was too much meat for me to handle.
- Yes, I felt absolutely stuffed from putting all that meat in my mouth.

So, now that those are out of the way, I'm hoping not to see any immature meat puns in the comments.

The other thing I did was get a pedicure before I left. Yes, a pedicure... with nail polish. I was always curious about what a pedicure would entail and what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right? So, I got one at a TG friendly salon that was close to my hotel. In fact the owner was a MtF TG person herself. The pedicure was very relaxing and soothing. After walking the Vegas Strip for the past week, it was a great cap to the vacation. I got it at the A Harmony Nail Salon and I'd recommend it in a heart beat.

So I might still have a story or two from Vegas, but I'm thinking the slogan should refer to at least something I did there. Maybe if there are enough comments, you can pry it out of me ;)

Beware of Imitators

2009-08-10T10:58:00.000-06:00

Well as you can, my big sister's tentacle-like reach was even able to get me on vacation. I did not want to take that last picture on previous post, and I especially wasn't going to post it. Anyways, not too much to report on the vacation front except to say that I'm on a steady clip of completing every deadly sin.

My big sister did have one thing for me to pass along to you all. In a previous post, you were supposed to comment on which photo pose you wanted me to take. Well... thanks to your indecisiveness I had to take all 3 poses. You're supposed to be on my side, remember??

Well here it is... please comment.

Sinning in Sin City

2009-08-08T02:16:00.000-06:00

I know it's been a long, long while. I was getting ready to go on a trip to Las Vegas! Full disclosure: I actually booked the trip to meet another CD who was supposed to show me around, but about a week before the trip, she stopped emailing me... so, I may not be dressing during this trip.

I'm been here 27 hours, and I've seen a lot!! I ate a $100 dinner, lost another $100 at the casino, saw my first Vegas show and showgirls show and seen some weird stuff on the monorail!!

More disclosure: I have not had this much to drink in one night since I was in high school, it's easier to find alcohol here than water.

The show I saw was called: Sin City Bad Girls. It was a neat first show to see. The female singer rocked and the Sin City girls were gorgeous. They looked so confident and sexy on stage despite the minimal amount of clothing they were wearing. I totally plan on seeing more shows while I'm here.

So the monorail... A very drunk couple got on the same monorail car as me. The guy looked in rough shape and the girl seemed very angry about that. Before we got to the next stop they both passed out! One of the better free shows I've seen ;p

Do any of you have any suggestions on things to do while I'm here??

Like y'know... whatever

2009-06-23T01:04:00.000-06:00

So, my big sister chatted to me online a couple days ago. We were having a pleasant, real conversation which I found great... and then she had to bring up what I was wearing...

So, yes I opened the box and yes it contained the lingerie and yes I've had to wear one of those garments everyday.

So that day I had on the white satin and lace chemise. After she had her giggle... which by the way feels like a punch to the stomach. She so "innocently" asked me what I liked about it. Which is the equivalent of asking what was your favorite part of your root canal. When I said the one thing that I thought was best, that wasn't good enough. She continued to ask directed and biased questions until there were a few things that ended up being in the "like pile." She then said that there's a blog post right there... and she managed to snag me into one of her traps again. Ugh!!

So here is the stupid list of things I "like" about my white satin and lace chemise:

The satin is white and the lace accents are black so it looks like a very beautiful garment on its own.
Besides the pj set, this item provides the most coverage to my body.
The feel of the satin against my skin.
The way it slides against me as I move.
It shows off my legs nicely.

I think it should be obvious which "like" is actually mine.

She also demanded that I show three potential poses that I should do in this garment. And you guessed it, she had the examples all loaded and ready. I got no say or input at all. So, I don't know we'll call them poses 1, 2, and 3 respectively.

In no way have I agreed to take a photo in the winning pose and I promise you I will fight tooth and nail on this. I'll let my sis have her day in the sun by letting you vote, but she can't just take and take and take. So vote for one of these poses, OR vote for the happy 4th option which is to stand with me and tell my sis that I shouldn't have to take photos I don't want to.

Pandora's Parcel

2009-06-11T17:38:00.000-06:00

So when I came home today there was this evil brown box delivered to me. It seemed just like every other brown cardboard box put through the rigors of the postal system... but this one is much more sinister.

There is no special marking on it. The company name isn't emblazoned on it like other boxes, but this had an evil 3 word company describing where this package originated from.

I didn't have to open it. I knew what was inside and so do you. We've discussed the contents already on here. And now it sits on my table, isolated and unopened. I don't want it infecting other parts of my apartment.

Once that parcel is open, if my sister gets her way, those will be the items I wear consistently at home for the foreseeable future...

Does anyone have any ideas on how to get out of this?? If you're on my sister's side what do you think I should wear first?

We have just lost cabin pressure...

2009-06-09T23:03:00.000-06:00

Best Served Cold?

2009-06-05T02:59:00.000-06:00

Thanks for all of your comments on my series. Each one counts... well until they get to three (not including mine).

So my sis wants me to post something and I refuse to do it. She's been trying for the last couple days. She's pulled out all the stops; threats, guilt trips, pouting, pleading... even negotiating which is something she never lets me do.

And despite all that I have refused. Maybe those hormones are working just as I intended. Well to a degree. She said that my disobedience means that I am a bad girl and as such I should be spanked.

Which if you check the results of the poll, is no longer in the lead. So, I don't think being spanked is relevant anymore, but my sis insistent. So whatever, I've decided to post this picture and hopefully that will end her mood.

Hrmmm... maybe the hormones are just putting me on a time delay instead.

Paper or Plastic bonus

2009-06-02T22:56:00.000-06:00

Again, thanks to all of you for your comments. For those of you that care, I got the Satin and Lace Babydoll in Violetta.

So, yes there is one more post. I know that seems odd because my sis said that I only need 5 pieces. And I would have been happy with any number less than 5 (including throwing lingerie away to get into the negatives), but I got a promo code. Long story short, if I spent a few more bucks to reach another threshold, the total would end up being cheaper than leaving the order as is. So, I got one more piece. And while yes, I know how some of you are going to react, my thinking was that if I have to buy this stuff, I wanted it to be the cheapest possible so I had more money for masculine things... plus, my sister said I would have to wear these items everyday, so it's not like another piece is going to change the length of time I have to wear all of these things anyway. So, here it is. This isn't the last piece I picked in case you were wondering, this was the piece I wanted to avoid the longest.

Cool satin gets hot in a racy teddy design with sexy open front, sparkling lace and front tie. Accented with lace, back crisscross ties. G-string back. I fail to understand how anyone reading that would then want to purchase this item. They'd literally freeze their butt off in a getup like this.

Anyways, this item comes in Black or Pucker Pink. I don't think the color makes a difference to someone like me in a getup like that.

So that's it. These are items my big sister wants me to wear everyday to sleep and lounge around in. What do you think? Which is your favorite? Did you think it made sense for me to buy an extra item? Should we start a pool on how soon I catch ill from overexposure? Please comment, comment, comment.

Paper or Plastic part 5

2009-05-30T23:52:00.000-06:00

Thanks for all your comments on this to date. It's nice to know you all have an opinion on what's going on one way or the other. Because there were three comments on the last post, I'll let it be known that I chose the Satin and Lace Chemise in White.

So moving right along... I think anyone could agree that all the purchases I've revealed to date would be more than enough for a girl, let alone a guy who's being forced to wear them. But, my big sister had a minimum of the number of pieces I was to purchase so there's more. That's how mean my sister is; when she comes up with a humiliating idea, she always has to take it up to an unbearable level. Anyways, here is another item I had to purchase:

A little bit romantic, a little bit racy. Smooth satin is accented with delicate lace and feminine triple bow detailing. Sexy side slit. Another one of the items that my big sister picked out.

It comes in White, Something Blue, Violetta, and Fredericks Pink. Please comment on which color you think I picked or which color you want to see me in.

If you ask me this item is completely impractical. And for once, my big sister agreed... and that why she insist I pick it?!?! Now, you would all have to agree that I'm in the right and she's in the wrong. My sister's intent with these is so that I can "sleep in and wander around the house" in them. Ludicrous, right?? We'll just see what happens. Hopefully by the time they arrive, my big sister will have forgotten and moved onto some other hair-brained idea. What do you think?

Paper or Plastic part 4

2009-05-29T21:06:00.000-06:00

So my humiliation continues. You would think that those pieces are more than enough for my big sis to drive her point home. We've only hit the halfway mark. *Sigh*

So continuing on, the one item that my sis seemed to really push, I think she suggested it no less than three times was a satin and lace chemise.

Bring a little old school glamour into the boudoir. This shimmering satin chemise features beautiful lace insets at thigh and bust. Adjustable straps. Side slit. Low X-back.

Well doesn't that sound just fantastic. *Eye roll*

This was clearly made for someone who has curves in all the right places. That's obviously something I don't have. It's going to be silly, but my sis just doesn't listen to reason.

It came in; White, Teal Tide, Blueberry, Fredericks Red, Black, and Pink Pucker. Have a mentioned just how much tougher it is to make these choices when they name their colors this? There is just no letting up on the humiliation. But again, please I ask for comments on which color you think I picked or should have picked.

Why anyone would want to see a guy wearing this, I have no idea. But, I thought if I got it maybe my sis would be nicer to be down the road. Time will tell.

So please, please comment on my posts. I do read every comment posted and I have to admit it's nice to know people are reading what I write.

Oh, and thanks to those who commented. The colors I picked were, Tutu Pink for the Halter Chemise and Fredericks Red for the Satin Romper.

Paper or Plastic part 3

2009-05-27T23:59:00.000-06:00

I see no one commented on the last one. I hope that's your way of protesting this silly lingerie idea that my sis came up with. But, no comments so I won't reveal of what color I ended up getting yet. Of course, if that changes I'd be more than happy to reveal what color I picked. Plus it would really help me as my sister's rule about how your comments are related to my... personal satisfaction is very much in play. I think it amuses her to no end.

I alluded that the choices get worse in my last post, so here is today's reveal of the lingerie I had to purchase for myself:

Again, the site describes this item as such: Sleek and sultry, this satin romper gets a provocative edge from sexy open sides and an open back. Halter ties, back hook-n-eye closure.

The colors available were: White, Teal Tide, Blueberry, Fredericks Red, Black, and Pink Pucker. So which one did I choose??

Absolutely humiliating. No man should be wearing this! He should be smiling as he unwraps his beautiful girlfriend who is wearing it. I can't believe that I am going to have to be wearing this items on a regular basis soon enough.

I picked it because it's a romper and I'm pretty sure a romper means that the bottoms are like attached shorts or something like that. And based on the items I still have left to reveal, something with bottom coverage is going to be very important to me.

And, in case you didn't notice all these items are of a satin material. My big sis wants these items to be and I quote, "completely sensual against your skin." I will admit that since I've had to keep my legs smooth, I've noticed the feel of fabrics a lot more. And yes, satin has a very... nice feeling. But, girls wear satin not guys. Girls wear satin because they want their skin to feel that way and to have someone touch them through that. Am I right? Can you please explain this to my sister as she wont' listen to me!

So please comment and explain to her why girls wear lingerie and guys don't, I'm counting on you!

Paper or Plastic part 2

2009-05-27T00:36:00.000-06:00

Well, I guess that was enough guesses, so for the PJ set I chose the color Tiger Lily.

Another day and another revealed lingerie item that I'll... I'll be calling my own. Oh jeez, that's horrible sounding. Have I mentioned how humiliating this is yet? Because trust me, this is very humiliating.

Another item I got was a Satin Halter Chemise. Looking at it now by itself is quite soul-crushing, but at the time it was the first item I suggested that my sis approved. Compared to what she was showing out at the time, I thought it was a win for me... but now, just looking at it I'm not so sure.

Here's how the company describes it: Keep it short and sexy in our flirty satin chemise. Ruched underbust seam and ties at the neck create a sexy neckline and provide dramatic cleavage and excellent support.

None of that would describe me! I think we can all agree that this is supposed to be worm by a beautiful, feminine woman. This was clearly designed for a woman's body, I'm sure my male body will distend and distort this item of clothing (if you can call it that) and ruin the effect the tailor tried so hard to create.

This one was available in quite a few colors: Garden Green, Azure Blue, Lavender Orchid, Tutu Pink, and Tiger Lily. Again I'm curious to hear which color you think I picked. I need comments, so I guess following some of the comments from the previous post, if I was wearing this garment, which color would you want to see me in?

*Sigh* They only get worse from here...

Paper or Plastic

2009-05-25T21:16:00.000-06:00

Sooooo crushing. I chatted with my big sister on the weekend and she was quite pleasant on the one day. I should have known better. She mentioned something to me and I didn't think too much about it as I was wrapped up in the main focus of our conversation...

... I should have known better.

She had us pick lingerie together. So you'd think that as she's a girl and I'm a guy, it would all be for her, but it was the exact opposite. And let's just say she had a very specific criteria that the lingerie had to be. So I tried to pick reasonable things, but she shot them all down for one reason or another... until there was very little to choose from. But, here is a glimpse of just how cruel she can be; once, she basically shot down everything reasonable she said I had to pick out what I wanted from the rest... like it was my choice. As if...

Then she said I could pick whatever color I wanted. She didn't say it, but she didn't have to: As I had to "pick out" the ones I was to purchase and having to mull over the color choices, she wanted what I ended up getting to be "my" decision. Even though it wasn't in the least, I know she's going to use it against me in the future.

So, she said I had to pick out 5 pieces and talk about it in my blog. So, I figured I'd post one at a time, so we can talk about it and you can comment on the item.

So the first item is a three-piece PJ set:

The description of the item from the site: Because every girl needs options. This smooth, sexy satin set features a cami accented with lace, ribbon ties at the front and sides and adjustable straps. Matching PJ pant and short. I feel ill at the thought that I'm going to have to wear something for feminine. But, I figured at least there was pants, right? That should make it a little less humiliating at least.

The color in the photo wasn't available. My choices were; Garden Green, Lavender Orchid, or Tiger Lily. I'm curious as what color you think I picked. Please state so in the comments, and if enough people guess, I'll let you all know in the next or future post.

I just felt sick as I had to order this, but as I see it again here in this post and me telling you, I am humiliated beyond all belief. Based on past comments, I doubt this will happen, but I'm hoping, hoping, hoping there will be comments talking about how boys shouldn't be wearing such feminine things. I mean, half of the allure of lingerie like this, is the soft, curvy, feminine body that it's on. It's not the same when a strong, bulky, and built body is put into garments of this nature. Am I right or am I right?

Fighting Crazy with Crazy

2009-05-22T21:48:00.000-06:00

So, I'm being driven nuts by the fact that my... personal bliss is tied to the comments here on this blog. There are a lot of things working against me:

I don't have the ability to post everyday. I'm a busy person, so I don't have the time to post everyday. I'm also boring, and don't have something to say everyday... which is good, because frankly that could mean that my big sis didn't throw another humiliating task my way and left me alone. So, right there any day I don't post is a lost day.
Comments. Not only do I have to post, but then I need to have enough comments associated with said post for it to mean anything. Now, you've all been very good about that and I thank you... I think it should be noted that of the 30+ comments, two have been on my side which is demoralizing... and it's tough to feel bliss when you're demoralized.

So two big factors working against me. On top of all that, it gets mighty frustrating to do anything when you're all... pent up. Can't sleep (a la Seinfeld), can't concentrate (opposite of Seinfeld), I've become more irritable, gullible and anxious. Plus, the hold idea that I have to ration these... moments out makes the point of... arrival bittersweet.

SPANK THIS

So, in this pent up state, I think I'm starting to go a bit mad... but an odd idea struck me the other night. What if... I took a bit (and I stress bit) of female hormones? Not like what any transgendered person would take, but just enough to take the edge off. Just the minimal amount to allow me to regain control over my primal self. After all, she's been using this as a primary weapon in taking me down this pink path. If I could diminish it enough to break her control maybe I could regain all my manhood back. It would be like taking one step back in order to take two steps forward. Plus, as this is my idea I could always stop if it doesn't work like I think it will.

This sounds crazy. Heck, it reads crazy as I type it out but this could just work, right? What do you all think, is this a good idea?

Line in the Sand

2009-05-18T18:44:00.001-06:00

Hey all,

First off let me say thank you for all the comments to date. While I don't agree with many... or all of the comments out there, as far as earning an orgasm for myself, it's not what's said but that you're all saying it. So again, your thoughts... no matter how much I may not want to hear it... thank you very much. I'm grateful.

That being said; these comments just keep getting worse. You can't seriously think of me in those ways, can you???? You're all talking to me like I'm some silly girl, confused bimbo... or worse, a suppressed slut. I am none of those things, I assure you. Would you talk to a guy on the street like that? I doubt it.

Look I'll admit something. My sister has me surrounded by femininity almost all the time, how she always talks to me and addresses me, it's tough sometimes not to get caught up in it. And some of these things, knowing that only a girl does it... it makes me self-conscious and alienated at places like the gym.

But, I really thought all this time it was me versus her. She was the crazy one for doing this to me... but, no one has been supporting me in the comments. Are you all really on her side??? I can't begin to describe how crushing that is. It gets so exhausting to constantly be fighting my sister... putting up with her indignities because deep down I knew that I was a man.

So, please... those on my side, let me hear you! I need your support now more than ever. It's just so crushing when I have to do all these feminine things and then I come on here and all I read is that I should be some sexy submissive girl.

Mixed Signals

2009-05-14T21:12:00.000-06:00

Ummm... ok, so I'm a little alarmed. I haven't gotten enough comments on my last post, so if you haven't commented, then please do so!

The other problem is that the comments I am getting are more of the variety that I am a girl... or a slut... or a slutty girl. That's the image my sister is trying to falsely project onto me. I'm a normal, red-blooded guy! I don't want this!

Alright, so someone commented in the last post that I clearly like beautiful women (how very true!)... and then I think they were confused because they put me on the wrong side of a blow job. Women give blow jobs. Guys get blow jobs. I'm a guy so I get a blowjob.

So this person wanted me to talk about my thoughts regarding getting a blowjob. I'm willing to do this. What guy hasn't thought of his dream blowjob.

It starts with an incredibly sexy girl who I find myself alone with. Things start off innocently enough, but then she gives me "that" look.

One thing leads to another and before I even realize it, she's on her knees in front of me. I can hardly believe this is happening as I take off my clothes. I wonder if maybe I'm being forward, but surprisingly, she looks like she wants this even more than I do.

I hold my breath as I feel her soft, warm hand on my growing member. As her moist mouth gets ever closer, the hot tingle of her breath is electric. My breath comes out in a slow, low groan as her wet tongue and slick lips find their mark.

My eyes look up at him with his rigid cock in my mouth and I know this is going to be a regular occurrence. My tongue finds all the right buttons and it takes all my strength to keep my hand from between sliding between my legs.

And while this is something we both desperately wanted and needed, there comes this point where we are on opposite ends. He fights desperately to ignore his carnal impulses and have this go on forever, while I on the other hand want my prize. Despite our vast contrast of masculine and feminine, hhe knows this is a battle he can't ever win with me. I have him at full mast and I'm right where he wants me.

And then all too soon, I get my prize.

Dream Weaver...

2009-05-11T21:58:00.000-06:00

Thanks to all who commented, I can put orgasm in my pocket to use whenever I please. Sweet, sweet freedom!

One of the commentators asked if I would share my dream lover with everyone. So, I suppose I could... though to be honest I don't know if I could nail it down. To put it another way; I enjoy gourmet food and I am a big fan or a quality night out, but by no means am I a picky eater.

So, my dream self would a woman who is very feminine. I tend to prefer cute over sexy, care-free, playful, and knows what she wants. She would be smart and chic, but not high-maintenance...

I could get into personality and such, but my guess is that those of you out there probably don't care all that much. You want the dirty-details... and that's fair... so, I stumbled upon a video. Now, this specific girl isn't my dream lover, but she's very beautiful and I think her personality would give a little insight into what I'd want in my dream lover:

So what do you all think? Anyone else have the same tastes as me? Shocked at what I said? Want to ask a question? Then comment, comment, comment!

Out of the Fire and Into...

2009-05-10T17:08:00.000-06:00

Hi all.

So another week all over again. It was starting to feel like Groundhog day in a way, but my big sister came up with something new. Though, I can't tell if she's being sweet or sinister.

It's quite simple, I need 3 new comments on any given post in order for it to count towards an orgasm. Oh yeah, so if you didn't guess she was restricting me to one orgasm a week. It may not sounds all that bad for one week, but it wears you down... or winds you up depending on how you look at it.

So it's quite simple, those of you who read this please comment on my posts. Feel free to do what happens on lots of sites, where someone posts the proverbial "First" post. Also, feel free to claim that coveted second and third comment, by stating "First... edit: rats." and "third!" respectively. I encourage you to criticize my big sister for her cruel dealings... myself for anything at this point, the weather in your area... how you are allowed to orgasm at will, the fate of clean drinking water or the polar icecaps... your thoughts, reactions, tangents, asides, links, comments on comments, flame wars...

So, can you help a guy out? I figure this could be a great way to show that you're on my side and that my big sister should cease and desist. Thanks in advance.

P.S. In case your wondering this is what I used to help me on my one day of bliss:

The Power of Suggestion

2009-05-06T23:18:00.001-06:00

Another day, another dollar, and another day of not...

Anyways, I don't know how else to intorduce the visuals I found arousing today. I'm pretty sure they are explain themselves by now.

These come from different imagefap galleries:

Though, I have to say my mind wants more. This pent up... I'm starting to get the feeling that static pictures just aren't enough.

Slippery Slope

2009-05-06T22:14:00.000-06:00

I apologize if these start to get a little raunchy. I'm trying so hard to keep them beautiful and artistic... but the longer the week wears on... and the longer I can't... my mind tends to heads towards the gutter.

I am always amazed at how a vision of such femininity can portray such power, dominance and control. And that same femininity can take emotions like submission and frailty while portraying tantalizing sexiness.

These come from yet another imagefap gallery:

Kiss kiss

2009-05-05T22:12:00.000-06:00

So today will have much of the same as the other two days. I could easy spend my days seeing beautiful women... and they happen to get intimately involved, who am I to stop them or say otherwise.

These come courtesy of more imagefap galleries:

Soft and Sensual

2009-05-04T19:18:00.000-06:00

So it's another day and I have to share with the two of you that are reading this what I was looking at today to get me aroused. Seeing as how my arousal has to carry from day to day, its easy for me spend days going through what I find on a particular subject. So today's will look a lot like yesterday's, which I don't think anyone could complain about.

So today's material comes from a couple different imagefap galleries:

There is just something so beautiful and stimulating as seeing two women kiss? I think not. It's sexy and beautiful, but is also naughty and lustful. You get delicateness and sensuality with the same brush as animal desire. Plus, there is a balance when you have women on both sides of the lip lock. And lastly, a women's bodies and curves not to mention her inherent way to express emotions through it is something I could stare at all day...

Won't someone think of the children??

2009-05-03T14:43:00.000-06:00

First off, I shouldn't have to point out just how much my big sis has changed my post. Now onto the post:

This has to be a new low... My big sister has been tormenting me for the last weeks, but this has to bottom of the bottom. She's had it set up in such a way that I have to find arousing things to few everyday, and while to most that sounds like a great thing, my sister had a way of twisting everything that's good.

But now... but now I'm supposed to catalogue those things here. This is a horrible thing. Isn't the majority of societies set up around hiding things of this nature. Clothing, doors, the wrapper on adult magazine's at the convenience store... the public doesn't want to know. Society crumbles if everyone's shadows see light.

So here's the first post on this I guess; I found them at this imagefap gallery:

Maybe she's right...

2009-04-17T20:45:00.000-06:00

So I had to try and... preoccupy my mind these last couple of weeks. My "big sister" swooped in said a few things, made some perfectly reasonable demands on me and then has swooped away again. This isn't fair!!! She has no idea how much I am suffering! If she only knew, maybe she'd finally show some sympathy. The worst part is, the way she was able to just levy this new... complication on me makes me fear what she could do with a little more time and a real reason to punish me.

Anyways, back to the title of this post. So, I've been trying to make sure my hands don't stay idle, so I've been mucking around the Internet. I didn't realize how many other blogs of a similar nature are out there. Don't worry, I wasn't really reading them or relating to anyone else out there... I mean, the odds are impossible that there is another woman as wonderful as my "big sister" who likes to help other girls in denial...

Jeez, I'm being such a bimbo. So, on one of them this person found a website that will analyze a website and try to determine the gender of the author. I figured this would be perfect. Here was yet another tool I could use to prove my manliness. Heck, I figured I could even use this blog. Just as I know what I truly am, under whatever superficial... ordeals my "big sister" put me through, this analyzer would surely have some algorithm that would see past the content of this site and reveal the true nature of the author...

What a bunch of cock... I mean crock...I mean... Clearly this is trying to tell me something if only my little bimbo brain could figure it out. Arrrrgghhhh!! I really thought I had something here. Whatever, it doesn't matter anyways; I know what I am.

Prize #2

2009-04-02T00:22:00.000-06:00

This is for Al Fitzgerald's comment:

The party is packed. I am utterly humiliated as my big sister made me dress up in a schoolgirl uniform to some party her friend was throwing. I knew it was not a costume party by the way she was dressed and I was the reason for many stares and looks when we walked in. My big sister had this look of utter triumph on her face as her friends flocked around her, my attire and broken spirit was obviously the topic of conversation. I tried to keep to myself and stay out of the way, but as the hours dragged on many more people showed up.

To get away from my sister, I fled to a dark and seemingly quiet corner of the party. To pass the time, I sipped at the spiked punch all night long. Things were fine until a man bumps into me. He towers over me, his gaze was one of domineering confidence that was only slightly glazed over due to the drink in his hand. I blush and look away, hoping he'll just get back to the party. But then I feel his strong hand touch my upper thigh. I look up scared. I try to slink away , but I was cornered up against the wall. My eyes scan the room and while it seems like no one was paying any attention, my eyes did find my big sister and her cackle of friends. They are staring right at me and her expression relays that I am not to embarrass her in front of these people tonight.

I look back at the man just as he was leaning in and his mouth finds mine. I attempt to push him off, but his arms encircle my small torso pulling me closer. He squeezes and as I feel the air push out my lungs and past my lips, his tongue slip into my mouth. The sensations were too much for me as my resistance slowly comes to a stop. My big sister had put me in chastity for long lengths of time, so stimulation of any kind was physically welcomed despite what my head was saying. Before I knew it an audible moan escapes my lips, and that's when I hear the crowd giggle and laugh at me. I look past this man to see everyone staring at us, with my big sis and her posse right in front. She was whispering something to the man... and before I knew it he put my hand on his jean zipper and was dragging me out by the wrist towards the center of this crowd of eyes.

My hands could feel his massive erection through his pants. His hands were guiding mine to assist in undoing his pants. I was shaking from nervousness and so confused as to what was going on, I didn't even notice that my big sis had pushed down on my shoulders until I was on my knees in front of him.

It's all a blur until his massive erection is staring me in the face. As I feel his hand against the back of my head, I snap out of it. I whimper and fight against the pull of his hand toward his cock. He is too strong as the space between my lips and his phallus grows depressingly small. I can hear the crowd behind me as my lips touch the glistening head of his cock and it's no time before it's slipped past my soft lips and invading my mouth and throat. My big sis leans down and whispers encouraging words into my pierced ear. Despite my reluctance, my tongue, lips and hands slowly begin to work. To my big sister's delight all the practice sessions she made me do pay off and I soon look like an eager and willing girl. I feel this man's meat grow, harden, and twitch in my mouth. After what seems like an eternity of having his huge cock in my mouth he suddenly pulls out. I look up at him stunned as to what's going on when I feel the first thick stream hit my face. I hear my sister above the crowd and camera clicks as another thick rope hits my face, the taste of his dick still on my mouth.

Prize #1

2009-04-01T23:47:00.000-06:00

This is for Melina:

Melina and I clink glasses as we share a toast. We were having a "girls" night in and we decided to start the night off with a drink or two. After we finished off a couple drinks we decided to play dress up. I went into my room and stepped into the school girl uniform that Melina kept begging to see me in. I was embarrassed to put in on, but I figure I owe it to her.

After putting on a little fashion show we went from the couch to the floor, the drinks having an obvious effect. Melina seemed to be a little more than tipsy. I leaned up against the wall, a small smile creeping onto my face. The drugs I slipped into Melina's drink making it hard for her to stay awake...

I hardly notice Melina start to stir as I scramble around the room. I try and cram closed an overstuffed suitcase when I look over and see Melina's finally stirred.

"Hey sweetie... I'm sorry about this, but I can't take it anymore..."

I'm not sure if she's noticed that I'm not wearing her closed with a ball cap pulled tightly onto my head. I start to hear Melina start to struggle against the ropes I've tied her up in. She is starting to mumble about what's going on and why did I tie her up. I come back over to her ans stuff a pair of panties into her mouth. I go and make adjustments to Melina's new outfit; the schoolgirl uniform I was wearing earlier tonight.

"This is for the best. I'm sure my big sis doesn't care who her tormented little sister is... just as long as she has one. I just can't take it anymore; the feminizing, the submission, the humiliation... but you'll do fine, I'm sure of it."

I kiss her softly on the forehead, my gloss leaving a shiny little mark on her skin as I whisper for her to be brave as I hustle out the door pulling the suitcase with me. Soon, the drugs I hidden in the panties knock out Melina again...

I nuzzle my head up against Melina's to wake her. she slowly comes too. Her eyes find mine; my eyes are very sad. I find her eyes look me over and see the thick collar on my neck, the pink ball gag expanding my lips and the short chain that fetters my feet. Once she looks at herself she'll see that expect for my bonds we're wearing matching uniforms, me in pink and her in lavender. A leash extending from my collar leads to my big sisters hand. She tugs on it encouraging me on, a look on cruel victory on her face,

"Go ahead Chrissy, seal each of your fates..."

I look down in utter submission as I crawl over to Melina. I look at her sadly before slowly bringing our lips and ball gags together...

Post a fantasy, win a prize

2009-02-18T00:56:00.000-07:00

Poor Chrissy is obviously in need of something. Her posts of late have been far too pissy and contradictory.

So let's help her out.

Post a naughty little fantasy based on this image of her. It can be as long or short as you like (Chrissy likes them long)

Each entry will be reviewed and if we get a clear winner, you will receive a personal post from Chrissy re-enacting your fantasy for her in her own words.

Remember that she likes to make everything hard (not that she has to try very hard looking like she does), so remember to make your fantasies with her arduous and more for your own benefit than for her. She prefers it that way.

How Dare She!!

2009-01-28T18:52:00.001-07:00

This is outrageous!!!!! You (those of you who still even bother) all saw what she did right??? She CHANGED what I wrote!! She's been going in and adding pictures (which have obviously been doctored to look like me, but that's a whole other issue) and changing what I wrote.

It's Orwellian in every sense imaginable. Do not let her get away with this!! Do not comment. Do not visit this site.

I don't think I really need to go over all the lies in her post. I WILL state for the record that I am sexually attracted to men and women, but I'm not here for my pleasure, only for the pleasure of others. Be rest-assured that I am turning into all woman.

Sorry to post and run. I need to hurry and start my kisses to those who commented. If I don't, bad things will happen.

Comment for a kiss

2009-01-28T08:48:00.000-07:00

Since so many of you took the time to vote for our sexy school girl, a reward is in order. Just post a comment here and Chrissy will give you the most mind-numbingly erotic kiss you can imagine. If it doesn't arouse you instantly just say so and she will be punished. She ESPECIALLY likes kissing guys, but she's not afraid of a little girl-on-girl action (although she won't admit it).

Just as I predicted

2009-01-25T02:31:00.000-07:00

I just wanted to let you all know that I think I'm winning the battle to reclaim myself from my big sister.

I haven't had to dress up or do anything against my will in this new year. To be honest, I didn't think it would be going so well this early in the year... I guess that just goes to prove that old saying about bullies: If you just push back, they'll run away.

I can't remember the actual saying, but you get the picture. Anyways, just as I said before no news is good news. Which is what this is. No news. So for the very few of you who are even bothering to still check in here, don't.

Soon, there won't be anything left of my manhood. Come back and check. You'll see.

New Years Resolution

2008-12-31T17:48:00.000-07:00

So the time is counting down. Time to say goodbye to '08 and bring on a whole new year.

I can't wait to put this past year behind me. It was certainly one thing to have to experience the stuff that happened to me, it's quite another when she makes me talk about it, or worse, post about it here.

So, I say bring on the New Year!! Cause I'm going to be a new person next year... Which bring me to my resolution. Now normally I'm not big into things like that, but I'm going to make an exception this time. I only have one resolution, and I'm pretty sure it's going to be easy to keep... cause it involves me just being me.

I resolve to...

... putting an end to the girly insanity. No more

being pushed around. No more having to choose between the lesser of two evils. I'm going to stand up for myself. I'm standing up and saying I'm not going to take it anymore!!

You'll see...

... well, you won't see it here...

The Lesser of Two Evils...

2008-12-30T23:06:00.000-07:00

Lots of people do it... It helps ball players get out of a slump... Maybe it was dark when you were trying to dress after a one night stand... some are superstitous...

None of those reasons were why I had to do it. It's cause SHE said if I didn't, the alternative would be much, much worse. I have no idea how it gets any worse, but her threats are never idle.

So I had to wear panties today. Not the whole day. I would never... but for a time when I got home....

Bikini. Cotton. Lace trim. Pink.

I have no idea how girls can wear these things all day. They sit way too low for starters and they don't cover everything the way they are cut. What's the point of wearing them if that's the case?!?!

It was dumb. It was silly. But at least it's done.

My Blog is not a democracy!!!!

2008-12-29T23:33:00.000-07:00

Do not vote on the little poll on the sidebar.

She told me she's didn't know anything about this type of stuff. And now... and now I see she knows how to place up some sort of banner thing and now a poll. Well, it doesn't matter. I know who I am. I am not anything of those silly options on the side. None of those are the real me:

Innocent School Girl??? I'm not in school. And I'm obviously not a girl. I am innocent in all this. I didn't do anything to anybody to deserve this.

Undressing and eager. I sure am eager. Eager to undress the lies she's putting up about me. All this window dressing to try and make me seem like something I'm not. It's not going to work.

Ready for action... viva la revolution! Please, do your part. Do not participate in the polls. Ask her to stop in the comments. Or just stop visiting the blog. Sooner or later she'll figure it out. She can't do this to people like us. I have rights. My life is not to be rules by the whims of others.

Just to Prove She's Wrong

2008-12-27T01:04:00.000-07:00

To further prove my point about that first pic not being a beginning, here is another one I had to take for Halloween one year:

This picture was taken before the one she posted and labelled the beginning. I think I have thoroughly discredited the person who high-jacked my blog and I should have no reason to worry that any of you will take her posts seriously.

High-Jacked?!!?

2008-12-22T23:32:00.000-07:00

Hey!!! Don't post that...

This isn't funny. This is supposed to be MY blog. My chance to say what I want... unfiltered.

That was not a beginning. Not an adventure. Not an anything. It was a blip... a mistake... nothing.

Just ignore it. Thank you.

Beginnings

2008-12-22T23:25:00.000-07:00