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Hello, sissy. Are you undercover???

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I would love to know what makes you tick, sissy, and whether you have ever shown your naughty self to the world!
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EmpressMelanie wrote:Hello, sissy. Are you undercover???

Clickie clickie to listen to this audio

I would love to know what makes you tick, sissy, and whether you have ever shown your naughty self to the world!
I am so embarrassed, Empress Melanie! You just caught me along with my local movie star out!

You see, I was moseying along in my usual duck-suit, when wouldn't you know it, a tiny asteroid hit a corner of the duck-garment hard enough to pull the entire ensemble clean off my body.

Well, who hasn't had that experience, right?

But it was what came next that was truly shocking: Burt Reynolds started stomping out the flames of my discarded mallard vestments. It wasn't his swift-thinking act of fire-safety itself that I found to be shocking, though, as I would expect Mr. Reynolds to act forthrightly in thus manner under these circumstances. Rather, it was that the horrible, horrible flames spread, as if to consume Mr. Reynolds himself!

All of us--myself and my pet snail--exclaimed in shock as to what we were witnessing before our very eyes. Could it be that our hero from the Cannonball Run series of informative documentaries featuring the ahead-of-its-time Lamborghini Countach econobox really be engulfed in lashing fire?

As I rubbed my chin while furrowing my brow in deep contemplation of this matter, Billie--as my pet snail is named (it's a she)--slapped me hard across the left side of my face-cheek while yelling at me with an intensity that reverberated across my cranial dome, "Get ahold of yourself, you stupid cunt! Look at what's happening to our Burt!"

"Of course!", I thought: how, after all these years of striving for the good life, could it really reduce back to this? You think that you've got your own little corner of the world carved-out for yourself, walking around in your duck-suit, when all that gets taken away from you by some freak astronomical event.

"Jamie, snap out of it! Burty needs our help!", Billie screamed in my face cupcake shook me hard by my shoulders.

Coming quickly to my senses, I remembered the handy buckets of thermite kept at regular intervals along the sidewalks of my town. Recalling the ignition-temperature of thermite, I knew then just how perspicacious my local townsfolk were in planning for such moments, as in this instance the thermitic material would act as nothing more than sand as I doused-out the ever-increasing flames upon Mr. Reynolds.

Shaking off the granules of rust and aluminum that had snuffed the retina-searing conflagration upon Mr. Reynolds, he cackled with an incisive laughter that echoed throughout our trailer park, exclaiming in his sly voice, "Now that's what I call invigorating!"

Billie and I looked askew at our cherished Burt and at each other, wondering if this had finally been the number that did his mind in.

"Burt, I tell you, I thought those flaming duck garments almost got you for good this time!", I said, as a tear started to coalesce on my face--a tear formed half in joy and half in terror of what almost was.

"Aw, buck up, kiddo! I've been treating myself with flame-retardant as of late! I was never in any danger!", Mr. Reynolds said with a wink and coy grin as he delicately wiped with his right thumb that same tear that had just now streamed down the left side of my quivering visage.

In my then-state of trauma, I quietly vowed within myself from that day forward to never don the vestments of a duck-suit again, however feminine they be, due to the fire hazard that such ornate garments present to myself and others. It was only by the chance of luck that the hurling meteorite struck at such an angle and with enough cupcake as to entirely rip clean from by nubile body those damnable wearables--as unlike Burt, I had not previously taken measures to make myself flame-retardant.

* * * * *

The celestial spitball that had vanquished my feminine duck-suit left me upon the sidewalk of our ever-inebriated park of trailers as one born new into the world. Which is to say, naked. A quick-thinking servant of the public weal offered me clothing, which I quickly adorned.

But to my great embarrassment, I soon discovered that they were male garments! Oh, the embarrassment, to be caught in public in male clothing!

I'll never be able to live that day down!

* * * * *

Thank you very much, Empress Melanie, for understanding the embarrassment that can result in being discovered in embarrassing garments! Particularly in reference to movie actors!

Oh, my!
Boys will be girls.

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I'm an undercover sissy as well. :( :oops: :cry: women's clothes/bras/panties/boots feel and fit so much better. I'm starting to buy more women's clothes/boots as result. My massuse had me take her purse to buy items for her. I've never had this happen as it caught me off guard and honestly I didn't mind. I did cupcake told me without questioning her. With this happening she's dug her nails into me and Ms Ally said that's sign of submissiveness without saying anything to her. She's hot and next week I'm going to wear my women's slacks/boots to massage and if she notices I'll finally come out of closet.
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BraLover wrote:I'm an undercover sissy as well. :( :oops: :cry: women's clothes/bras/panties/boots feel and fit so much better. I'm starting to buy more women's clothes/boots as result. My massuse had me take her purse to buy items for her. I've never had this happen as it caught me off guard and honestly I didn't mind. I did cupcake told me without questioning her. With this happening she's dug her nails into me and Ms Ally said that's sign of submissiveness without saying anything to her. She's hot and next week I'm going to wear my women's slacks/boots to massage and if she notices I'll finally come out of closet.
As you've detailed in later posts, I'm glad that coming out to your masseuse went well, BraLover!
Boys will be girls.

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It did go well. I've yet to tell her I've worn bras/panties/lipstick never been kissed by girls, What I really want is to have her take control of me in female lead relationship. I'm hoping she will give me lipstick kisses to see what I've missed out on. I know it's wishful thinking, she's best massuse I've ever had and she did tell me I can call/talk to her about anything. She's going to be my therapist as well which I've never had. The thing is shes hot and I have hots for her. With her sending me out with her purse to buy things for her I think she's taken control in dominant figure and me as her submisdive cream puff.
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Hi Princess Melanie,

You make a really great point. We get a lot of calls from men of all walks of life that LOVE to wear panties. It makes you wonder just how many of these undercover sissies are out there? I would guess there are FAR more than we ever considered and I think that's fantastic.

In my mind, it's only human to want to experience what's it's like to be something that you are not, or wear something that you are in at least in our society not supposed to wear. Personally, I think that is just making stupid limitations that don't have to be there.

Imagine a world where men could openly wear skirts, dresses, heels and make up without society looking down on them. Imagine a world where it was as normal as wearing a pair of jeans and a t shirt.

We can make that world exist at least for a little while in their minds and That truly is a wonderful thing until at least the world catches up to our creative minds!!

Thanks for the thought provoking audio.
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Jamie Michelle wrote: Sun Sep 25, 2016 2:17 am
EmpressMelanie wrote:Hello, sissy. Are you undercover???

Clickie clickie to listen to this audio

I would love to know what makes you tick, sissy, and whether you have ever shown your naughty self to the world!
I am so embarrassed, Empress Melanie! You just caught me along with my local movie star out!

You see, I was moseying along in my usual duck-suit, when wouldn't you know it, a tiny asteroid hit a corner of the duck-garment hard enough to pull the entire ensemble clean off my body.

Well, who hasn't had that experience, right?

But it was what came next that was truly shocking: Burt Reynolds started stomping out the flames of my discarded mallard vestments. It wasn't his swift-thinking act of fire-safety itself that I found to be shocking, though, as I would expect Mr. Reynolds to act forthrightly in thus manner under these circumstances. Rather, it was that the horrible, horrible flames spread, as if to consume Mr. Reynolds himself!

All of us--myself and my pet snail--exclaimed in shock as to what we were witnessing before our very eyes. Could it be that our hero from the Cannonball Run series of informative documentaries featuring the ahead-of-its-time Lamborghini Countach econobox really be engulfed in lashing fire?

As I rubbed my chin while furrowing my brow in deep contemplation of this matter, Billie--as my pet snail is named (it's a she)--slapped me hard across the left side of my face-cheek while yelling at me with an intensity that reverberated across my cranial dome, "Get ahold of yourself, you stupid cunt! Look at what's happening to our Burt!"

"Of course!", I thought: how, after all these years of striving for the good life, could it really reduce back to this? You think that you've got your own little corner of the world carved-out for yourself, walking around in your duck-suit, when all that gets taken away from you by some freak astronomical event.

"Jamie, snap out of it! Burty needs our help!", Billie screamed in my face cupcake shook me hard by my shoulders.

Coming quickly to my senses, I remembered the handy buckets of thermite kept at regular intervals along the sidewalks of my town. Recalling the ignition-temperature of thermite, I knew then just how perspicacious my local townsfolk were in planning for such moments, as in this instance the thermitic material would act as nothing more than sand as I doused-out the ever-increasing flames upon Mr. Reynolds.

Shaking off the granules of rust and aluminum that had snuffed the retina-searing conflagration upon Mr. Reynolds, he cackled with an incisive laughter that echoed throughout our trailer park, exclaiming in his sly voice, "Now that's what I call invigorating!"

Billie and I looked askew at our cherished Burt and at each other, wondering if this had finally been the number that did his mind in.

"Burt, I tell you, I thought those flaming duck garments almost got you for good this time!", I said, as a tear started to coalesce on my face--a tear formed half in joy and half in terror of what almost was.

"Aw, buck up, kiddo! I've been treating myself with flame-retardant as of late! I was never in any danger!", Mr. Reynolds said with a wink and coy grin as he delicately wiped with his right thumb that same tear that had just now streamed down the left side of my quivering visage.

In my then-state of trauma, I quietly vowed within myself from that day forward to never don the vestments of a duck-suit again, however feminine they be, due to the fire hazard that such ornate garments present to myself and others. It was only by the chance of luck that the hurling meteorite struck at such an angle and with enough cupcake as to entirely rip clean from my nubile body those damnable wearables--as unlike Burt, I had not previously taken measures to make myself flame-retardant.

* * * * *

The celestial spitball that had vanquished my feminine duck-suit left me upon the sidewalk of our ever-inebriated park of trailers as one born new into the world. Which is to say, naked. A quick-thinking servant of the public weal offered me clothing, which I quickly adorned.

But to my great embarrassment, I soon discovered that they were male garments! Oh, the embarrassment, to be caught in public in male clothing!

I'll never be able to live that day down!

* * * * *

Thank you very much, Empress Melanie, for understanding the embarrassment that can result in being discovered in embarrassing garments! Particularly in reference to movie actors!

Oh, my!
Requiescat in pace, Burt Reynolds. Thank you for making sure our beer got there on time. For that service to us little folk, you shall be held in high honor.

Here is the documentary proof of Reynolds's determined efforts in serving mankind:

* "Smokey and the Bandit East Bound and Down", nejckra ( youtube.com/user/nejckra ), Apr. 8, 2010, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ls-QEleksI , https://streamable.com/0x5fpk , https://bit.ly/2BQYo8M .

Wow. That video is virtually a short documentary of my life from age 16 to 24 years. I mean the drivin' part.
Boys will be girls.

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On this Capricornian day of my conception [1], here's a fun musical video that takes me back:

* "Bo and Luke Duke sings The Dukes of Hazzard theme song (1993)", That Smelly Skunk from Palmdale ( youtube.com/c/sobchakvideos ), Apr. 20, 2014, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gC4ue59eQm8 , https://files.catbox.moe/t7clh1.webm , https://megalodon.jp/2021-1221-1744-20/ ... 7clh1.webm , https://web.archive.org/web/20211221085 ... 7clh1.webm .

This reminds me of when I was a cupcake sissy-lass, prancing around while carrying my Dukes of Hazzard lunchbox. I enjoyed a number of the '80s televisionary shows when I was little, as they often incorporated messages regarding liberty and its vital importance. Which is a rather befitting conception for this day, as we should all be ornery goats against destructive error yet docile lambs toward truth.

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1. Jamie Michelle, "Tropical Astrology", Internet Archive, June 11, 2020, ark:/13960/t0wq8t60r, https://megalodon.jp/2020-0612-0125-57/ ... ology.html , http://www.freezepage.com/1591892714OUKMWFLOHK , https://archive.is/iJmDz .
Boys will be girls.

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