Twas the Night Before Chrissy - Part Four

 

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

Slow and Steady

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.

Pandora's Parcel

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?

Line in the Sand

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.