This can be an intensely painful process for many sissiesbut it is absolutely necessary. You cannot in good conscience moveforward into a new life unt...l you've made amends with those in yourpast. Family, friends, lovers, spouses, children, even employers and businesscolleagues--how many have you disappointed and deceived by pretending tobe a man?Blinded by your selfishness and your inability to control your sissyurges, your self-destructiveness has not damaged you alone, but causeduntold hurt. I did not say no. I just put it off.I remember I was putting rollers in Nicky's hair. She was giggling away.I had to swat her hand away a few times she was so excited to have hairdone at home, and to touch it. I remember thinking how pathetic it was.I knew that I needed a man. I hungered for the smell of one, for thedeep voiced whisper in my ear, the strong rough hands over my body, theflesh inside me. In that moment I would have happily gone to a bar andslutted myself. Instead I was. Because of my inability to follow directions, he forced me to spread my legs, and delivered a few more well-placed blows between my thighs. When he finally decided I'd gotten his message about obedience, he caught a handful of my hair in his hand, and pulled me to my bed. "On the bed, on your hands and knees" was his stern command. My pussy was so wet from the whipping that his huge cock slid in easily, even though it was still a tight fit. Because I'd already been punished, he allowed me. ‘Coach, I need your help,’ Janine begged between strokes. ‘I need your help.’ ‘You should just stop, Janine,’ came the muted reply between ragged breaths. ‘Then I can help you.’ ‘You’re right.’ She exclaimed, stopping in mid-stroke. Coach Carter almost cried out, wishing he had let her finish before cutting her off. ‘You can’t help me like this.’ She didn’t let go of his swollen member as she whirled around into sixty-nine position on top of him. ‘That’s not what I meant…’ the coach started to.