Sissies are not seeking to become women in a normal sense, but are instead seeking to become the object of their desires. Their ultimate fantasy woman...if they were normal, rather than being a sissy. Sissies are transvestites who can’t be sated by just throwing on some panties and jerking off. They must strive to become their ideal female. This means the fetish will transcend the bedroom, and creep into the rest of their life. A full warddrobe, makeup, wigs, etc. Sissies will spend more time. And yes, I am weak, I was subdued to fall into the pit of selfloading afterwards, but I made mistakes, 4 times to be exact, and this is my tale of the first one.Interestingly, it may sound like a cliche, but all of us have lusted over a forbidden fruit. In this case, it was one of my wifes friends. She is kinda short, slim enought to have a nice figure, average in the boob department, blonde, like my wife, cute meeting beautifull, but far less atractive than my wife, to be honest. But from the. The exception was another bathing suitshot, in which she wore an old fashioned swim cap. To me, it lookedridiculous, covered with rubber flowers. Ugh! What did John ever seein her?He had left his phone, of course. I checked through the record ofcalls, in and out. Nothing, nothing suspicious at all!Were the calls somehow disguised?Not that I could tell.Message boards? I did not know his passwords, but I told a local techthat I was a widow who needed to track down some of the assets of mydear. I felt his tongue roaming around my mouth, exploring it, and I knew what he wanted. Wanting to avoid getting hit again, I started kissing back, though extremely halfheartedly. He began kissing me harder and more fiercely then pulled away and grabbed me through my shorts.He began rubbing me through my shorts, and I could see his dick growing harder through his. I tried pushing him away again, but he drew back his arm as though to hit me and I stopped. He yanked my shorts down, and my boxers came.