Sissification comes in different forms for all. Mine started with my mother and the way she dressed me. Clothing really does change and develop a person. When other little boys were dressed in shorts and a shirt, my mom dressed me in onesies, or rompers and jumper. Not ones that were boyish either. They were girls rompers, pulled up tight. She taught me how to “tuck” when I was quite young telling me this was better for me to not have that “bump”. Even my underwear was panties, in many colors including pink. I loved wearing rompers. I wore them everywhere. I learned from my older sister later on that some of my moms friends were concerned that my mom was making me wear girls clothing.

My mom would make the rompers and jumpers from patterns she bought, and my older sister and I had matching rompers and jumpers and we would wear them on vacations, and all summer long. they had very high waists on them, and the buttons were in the back. The rompers would flare out like a dress and she would put lace or fringe on the ends. The sleeves were poofy and had lace on the ends. I remember that I had them in many colors, including yellow, red, green, pink and lavender. And, after I would go to the bathroom, I always carefully tucked myself in my panties, pulled the romper up tight against my crotch and up my crack, and buttoned up. I remember I liked the way I looked in the mirror. I wanted to have a “figure” like my mothers and I wanted to me just like her. The first time she and my sister put me in a dress I was 6 years old. It was a sun dress, and it was pink with little flowers all over it. The also put bobby socks and mary janes on me and a wig, and they thought I was cute. My older sister took me to school once like this, and pretended that I was her younger sister. I was so excited to be with my sister, and I liked being in a dress.

My mother taught me to sit down to pee when I was very young, and to use two squares to carefully wipe the pee off and then to make sure I pulled my panties up snug and tight. She also taught me how to properly play outside wearing a dress, to not show my panties, and how to squat down to play ladylike. She taught me how to sit, stand, curtsie, keep my legs together, and walk by moving my hips back and forth. She would let me play wearing her high heels all the time and I love the say they felt and sounded on the hard wood floor.

My dressing like this outside of school and in the summer went on though the 5th grade. During that time I was able to play dressup with other girls, many times, kissed a boy while I was dressed up, and suck my first cock in a dress with a boy down the street (He wanted us to pretend we were his mom and dad, and I put on one of my sisters party dresses, and we were in his backyard, and we were holding hands and we kissed, and then he showed me what his mom did, had me get on my knees in front of him and he pulled his little penis out and he said his mom would kiss it and suck it. So I kissed it and I sucked it. He came almost instantly in my mouth, just a tiny bit and I said what was that.