A sissy is a transvestite who’s primary sexual interest lies not just in wearing feminine clothing, but in becoming an exaggerated version of femini...ity. Femininity as seen through the lens of traditional hetero male sexual desire. 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. I opened the credentials and placed them flat on the door glass and pounded on it with my hand. The result was hilarious. The chair fell over because I saw feet in the air then the top of a head and eyeballs looking over the counter before he summoned up enough courage to open the door.By the time he managed to open the door I decided to continue the rouse. In my angriest voice I could muster, "Where is your Chief of Security? He was to meet us here an hour ago!"The name tag he wore said he was. I also got on the wooden floor almost unwillingly. She asked, if I had any Vaseline. My mind started reeling and getting some idea, what she might had going in her mind. I told her that I was lucky; I never had the fissuring of my skin and thus I never had to buy the Vaseline. Frustrated, she asked; if I had a KY and I quickly answered that I was blessed with a tongue and the spit that had always worked and never bought any fancy named stuff. Now Daisy was really angry and irritated. “Fuck you. Behind the expensive clothes and shoes, behind the watch, cuff links, and obvious stature in his industry, there is a softness, a vulnerability. I immediately think it is only for me, that he doesn’t remember the last time he was on his knees. I move out from the little hiding space and lean against the planter. The pottery is cold against my skin. It feels good I slide my waist and sides along the curvature while I stare at him. There is a knot in his pants, a fist-sized lump behind his.