When I want something, I will make sure I find you and get what I want. Besides I’ve seen your browser history you naughty boy, I can always up the...stakes to make my feet irresistible to you. But since you have been good, I’ll give you a reward tonight if you continue behaving.” She said with a smug look on her face.“Ok fine. Have it your way.” He replied knowing it wasn’t going to happen any other way. The rest of the evening went on as they watched movies and ate dinner. Ryan sat. That deserves another account and I plan to address that soon. The briefest point I will make about being a sissy is that it’s about ultra-femininity, over the top femininity. In short femininity that no genetic woman would espouse. It also comes with elements of humiliation and degradation which have always been potent for me. One problem with being a sissy as opposed to a crossdresser is that far fewer men are interested in sissies than in convincing tgirls so that for a while expressing. “Look! Lunch time is happy hour on cocktails!” I stretch out one arm with a cat-got-the-cream smile. When St. Catherine’s chimes indicate three o’clock, I try to count the empty glasses on the table before us. He’s telling another anecdote, and laughing at it makes me lose count. Being unable to count makes me laugh some more, and when I eventually stop, he’s looking at me a little too closely. “You’ve not told me much about yourself, Caitlin. In fairness I probably haven’t shut up long. ’ He smiled and gave a little wave as she walked out the door. With her perfume lingering in the room, Clay put his head on the pillow, already missing her. How someone he knew almost nothing about could affect him so was a puzzle. He closed his eyes and dozed, a grin on his face, his mood lighter than it had been in days. That’s how Shelby found him when she slipped into the room around noon. She looked at the way he slept and wondered what was going on in his head. He appeared less tense and.