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A brief history of me. in The Chronicles of Raven A True Tale Of A Sissy

Revised: 02/17/2018 4:01 p.m.

  • Feb. 17, 2018, 6 a.m.
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Hi! My name is Raven, its not my real name, it is one of the many monikers I use, to protect myself and other parties.

Ever since I was young boy, I have had an affliction towards feminine things; Clothes, Shoes, Barbies, Boys.

My first vivid memory of this happened when I was about 4, maybe 5. I was at my grandparents house, playing house with my little sister, they didn’t have many toys for little boys. She did have a box full of costumes. I put on a Show White dress. Still to this day it was the most visceral memories I have. My pubescent penis got so hard for the first time that I recall. (I’m sure there where others but this is the first one I remember.) I recall just shaking and so overcome with this feeling. Then my grandmother said jokingly, “Aww… aren’t you a pretty princess.”
I’ve never felt pretty like that, and I was and still am addicted to that feeling.

I was about 10 or 11 when I stole my first pair of panties. I have more sisters then I do brothers and most of them.where older. I envied my eldest sister, we are not related by blood mind you. I stole a pair of pink sequenced bikini cut pair of panties.
I wore those things everywhere. School, to bed, to football practice.
I hit puberty shortly there after that and my obsession for panties became uncontrollable. I am ashamed of this to this day. But I had stolen and amassed something like 50 pairs of panties. I wore them everyday, it was my muse.
As my sister grew into themselves, I did as well. As there breasts started growing in I started wanting them to. It was no.longer panties, it was bras, linigrie, skirts, jeans etc.
However I couldn’t wear these out, only on the bathroom.
I had a few girlfriends on the way, but I have decided to leave sex parts for another entry.
So I joined the military, had very little clothong in my room. For obvious reasons.
I got out and eventually moved out on my own. My room was filled with clothes and make up. I was in heaven. If you walked.in you would.of thought a female lived there, I had very few male clothes. I have since moves out and moved in with a female, son I have thrown my paradise away yet again and will be building from scratch again. This is the chronicles of this.


Last updated February 17, 2018


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