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Dear Auntie Helga, Thank you for adding my birthday to your list. I would be pleased to tell you a bit about me. My beautiful wife and mistress Amy has allowed me to visit your site anytime I wish and post messages. My internet use is strictly monitored by Amy after I was inappropriate in my choice of places to visit on the internet. My story goes back to 1970 when I met Amy at College. She lived in a freshman girls dorm and I was a sophomore living in a fraternity house. I was waiting for her to return from class one afternoon in her room when her three roomies began teasing me about my lack of body hair. I was a varsity swimmer and shaved my trunk and legs. They thought my body was kind of girlie (I was slender and wearing shorts, sandals, and a tee shirt) and therefore my fingernails and toenails should be painted a pretty pink! The girls were not unattractive so my "fight" was only halfhearted. Unlike most of the letters I have read so far, I had never been exposed to anything like this and I was 19 years old. Amy walked in as they were finishing the second coat of pink nail polish and simply smiled. She pulled down a short black wig (I am blonde) and her make-up box and I spent the rest of the afternoon as their Barbie doll. As my face was being made-up in the style of the day (heavy black eyeliner and blue eyeshadow, foundation and loose powder, and three coats of mascara) I felt every drop of masculinity leave my body. I was perfumed and powdered and dressed in a miniskirt, sheer peasant blouse and Candies mules. My lingerie was a lacy pink bra, camisole, and matching panties. After my wig was styled, Amy pulled out a tube of red Estee Lauder lipstick and told the other girls that "she" should learn to put this on "herself". My hands were shaking as I received my first lesson (of many to follow) in the art of make-up application. I ate dinner with the other girls in the cafeteria and "passed". Photographs were taken so I was "blackmailed" into dressing many more times during my college years, although after my masculinity was broken I did so very willingly! I served the girls as their maid, personal assistant, typist, etc. and loved it. My beautiful Amy has continued my feminine training during our 34 years of marriage and I am her devoted husband, maid, sissy or whatever she desires at the time. I hope this did not run on too long. Mistress Amy has read and approved this little introduction and will share more with you also if you wish. Curtsey, Sissy Jennifer Thank you for your letter Sissy Jennifer. I do hope that your beautiful wife will allow you to write us again or to do so herself, your life with her is an inspiration to many of our readers I'm sure. Auntie Helga |