Sweet sweet sissies. I have a lot of sissies who call me on a regular basis. I enjoy playing with each and every one of them. Ever since my Mom sissified my one brother at one point in our early years I have had a huge affection for sissies. I remember the look on his face, and how embarrassed he was. I wanted to give him a hug of reassurance, but at the same time I smiled because I realized that my Mom had found a way to punish him and he wouldn’t repeat the behavior that got him into trouble the first place. That and what sister wouldn’t laugh a little bit at seeing their brother in a big fluffy, flouncy dress serving tea and sandwiches to their Mom’s friends?