Wishy Washy

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"

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

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.

When is a Lesbian Not a Lesbian...

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.

You Say You Want a Resolution...

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.

1. Smell more feminine
2. Less body hair
3. Speak a little higher and with less forcefulness
4. Focus more on weight loss than muscle tone
5. 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???

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

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...

Vicky or Freddy??

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...

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

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.

Gimmie (No) More

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...

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

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.

Signs: You're in Trouble

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.

Spread Dread

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.

Beware of Imitators

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.

We have just lost cabin pressure...

Best Served Cold?

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.

The Power of Suggestion

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

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: