Now, now, no reason to feign denial, after all, who would know their son better then their own mother.Â I have been watching and observing you, and I know exactly who and what you are.
The fact is, is that you are a sissyâ€¦ and a bit more then just a sissy Iâ€™d surmise, going by those special magazines you have hidden under your mattress.Â Yes, I know all about the magazines with all those â€œdaddyâ€ types doing all those wonderfully delicious things with all those sissies and sissy sluts.Â And I also know about your little bras and panties you have stashed away; how you put them on and picture yourself as one of those sissies in those magazines; tasting all those strong, well-endowed Daddies as they teach them how to â€œlove â€œ their Daddies with their sissy holes, their mouths.
You see? You see how your little â€œclittyâ€ reacts to the mere mention of those ruggedly handsome men?Â Thatâ€™s because you are a sissy, and not just any sissy â€“ a sissy slut.
You know, you are very lucky to have a mommy that cares about you happiness like me.Â I know exactly what you need, what you yearn for, whether you want to admit it or not.Â Itâ€™s my duty to guide you and show you your true nature, no matter how apprehensive you may be.
And to that endeavor, we need to get you ready â€“ hair, makeup, your outfit.Â I have someone very special I want you to meet; someone that will show you your true nature and desires; one that will take you under their wing and guide you from just being a sissy into the wonderful world of tramp-hood.