My name is Keven Jeanne and, Yes, I am a Sissy! When I was 13 I put on my mom's panties and some of her lipstick when she was at work. I had longish blonde hair and I ruffled it up - kind of teased it up - and when I looked in her dresser mirror, I almost ejaculated. Because what I saw looking back at me was NOT a 14 year old skinny excuse for a boy. What I saw was an extremely sexy looking girlie-girl - and it was ME!
I went to mom's closet and picked out a pair of her high heels, stepped into them, and walked to the full length mirror in the hallway. When I saw myself in the full length - a woman with a hard on - then I DID cum. I was immediately ashamed, and couldn't wipe the red lipstick off my mouth quickly enough.
That was the first time I stepped over the line. But definitely NOT the last. I had always been hypersexual, even when I was in first grade. I used to get a hard on thinking about this one little girl in my class. I imagined her naked and I was chasing her and whipping her. I should note that I was not like most of the boys of my age, in that I was very much a born sissy. I loathed any sort of athletic sports, for example, and I was afraid of my peers because I had no real physical strength, was uncoordinated, and could not fight. I was bright enough, however, to understand that being a sissy in the world in which I found myself, was completely unacceptable. I had a real sense of shame and embarrassment. So I went to great lengths to fake it; I didn't play with girls, for example, and I avoided situations that would put myself in the spotlight.
Being a weakling, I learned to be a good manipulator. I managed to make it through my youth by keeping a low profile. So when I went through puberty and began masturbating several times a day, I figured I was normal enough. After all, I was extremely attracted by the sight of the naked women in the sex magazines that I used as a visual aid, so I assumed that I must be normal.
