Diary Entry: Sissy Waxing, Part 2

My male ego NEEDED that blush.

That was a lot of femininity to absorb and that shot in the arm toward the end helped me recover a little.

There’s of course another possibility–one that is deeply erotically humiliating–but I still suspect my gut instinct interpretation was correct.

My legs and chest feel different. Actually super weird is more apt.

It’s the strangest sensation but I swear I feel like my legs are wet all the time, like I’ve just gotten out of a pool. Does hair soak up moisture or something? Actually I think what’s happening is in the past when dry, the hairs protruded a bit and on contact with something they would trigger the nerve. Previously when getting out of water the hair would be weighed down by the weight of water and pressed flat against the skin, and wind or something else would trigger the nerve. Now without hair, any brush against the skin is triggering a sensation has historically been associated with wet hair and my mind is confusing the two. At least I think that’s the explanation but I’m not sure. I keep reaching down to brush water off my legs but they are dry and smooth. WHAT IS HAPPENING!?

The strangest, most surprising thing I still quite can’t get over though is my stomach. It’s like I don’t even recognize it. I look down but I’m still not quite convinced it’s my stomach and my belly button. I can hardly keep my hands off of it, feeling the smooth foreign skin over and over again.

For the first 18 hours a red bump appeared in place of every single hair that was ripped out.

Jessica assured me those would recede and they did.

I have smooth hairless skin from my neck down (okay, my arms still have some fine hair and i didn’t have my armpits waxed or my bikini line).

While my shoulders are a little broad, I don’t quite have the physique of a masculine male… Not many muscles anyway.

I look feminine with my hairless skin. Dressed, I would look quite feminine. Dressed and from behind I would be indistinguishable from a female. I look like a sissy.

I’m acting and behaving girlier too: getting waxed, chatting about skin care with a pink haired girly girl, shopping for girly skin care products.

I’m acting like a sissy.

Something that’s kind of turning me on too is that the mantras feel different now. They feel … more effective and more real. Something about looking girly and doing girly things and having it repeated in my head is powerful.

I am a sissy.

It’s been a deep, erotic fantasy of mine for more than two decades to have hairless legs and a hairless chest. Always fantasized, never realized. That limit has just always been too far and out of reach. Until now.

My legs, chest and boobs look so much better too.

Thank you Mistress Lillith!


It’s amazing what can happen when all the sissy puzzle pieces fall into place.

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