Übersetz den Text in gut lesbares deutsch und schriebe aus sicht der Sissy in der Ich-Form: “”"THE SISSY ABYSS. 




How does it ever get to this?


You were growing up like any other boy…


…maybe a little timid..


…maybe an absence of male role model…


…maybe closer to your mother than your father…


…maybe none of those “telltale” signs at all. 


One day, home alone, you found your mother or you sisters stockings or pantyhose, maybe their bra and panties, on the floor. 


This strange, compelling curiosity overcame you. 


Suddenly your fumbling, trembling hands are easing the sheer gossamer like film of those pantyhose or stockings over your still smooth, hairless legs. 


It felt good, as you caressed your hosiery sheathed legs and rubbed one against the other.  


Really good….too good. 


Then the lace-trimmed satin panties over your hips and your now aroused make parts.


The, clumsily, you managed to fasten the lace-trimmed bra around your flat chest.  


Its tight embrace felt kind of reassuring.


You were overcome with these delightful girlie feelings, sensations and thoughts. 


But simultaneously, your face burned with shame and your stomach churned with nauseous guilt. 


Boys don’t dress up in women’s or girls clothes.  


They’re certainly not meant to feel this good in them.


There must be something wrong with you…


…but you reassure yourself it’s just to satisfy an innocent curiosity. 


You’re not going to do this again. 


But even though you now know what it feels like, you can’t bring yourself to take the pantyhose and bra and panties off. 


It just feels so good. So girlie. 


You entertain yourself for several hours, constantly listening for a car entering the driveway, looking through the curtains to see if anyone is coming home.  


The thought of your,other, your sister,…anyone…catching you like this, in pantyhose and girlie underwear, terrifies you.  


Despite the risk and the fear and the guilt and the shame, you drag the experience out to the absolute last minute.  You don’t want it to end. 


All the while there is this but if theatre playing out in your head.


You’re imagining your mother or someone catching you out, seeing you like this…


…the humiliation, the shame…


…what would they say?


…what would they do?


By the time home, you’ve only just put the pantyhose, panties and bra back where you found them, desperately hoping none notices anything. 


Your face is still a burning red as to you try to adjust mentally and emotionally from the girlie experience in which you’ve been immersed for the las few hours, back to trying to think and act like a “normal” boy again.  


You’re telling yourself you’ll never do this again.  


But those girlie sensations, emotions and thoughts…and how good it felt…still keep playing in your head…even when you sleep. 


You feel ashamed of thinking and feeling like this but also excited by it.  


As all of us transvestites and sissies come to learn, those thoughts and feelings not on,y stay with us, they become a compelling urge that grows and grows. 


It can never be the last time.  


It’s only a matter of time, before we must revisit the experience, the feelings, the sensations…the girlieness…


…and, yes, the shame that overcomes us.  


Through our developing years it evolves into a powerful obsession that dominates us, as we graduate to different styles and textures and colours of lingerie, women’s underwear, pantyhose and stockings, through to skirts, blouses, high-heeled boots and shoes, makeup, nail polish…


Our “curiosity” is never satiated. 


Each experience excites new “curiosities”, which evolve into fantasies, into evermore extreme forms of feminisation, and experiences. 


We start to fantasise about going out in public…having others see us dressed in our pantyhose and girlie things. 


We imagine “passing” as girls, but realistically know that even though we might delude ourselves when we’re dressed and made up this way, we’re not going to fool anyone else. 


So the excitement derived from being made up and dressed in our pantyhose and girlie clothes is also constantly associated with the shame and humiliation we think it would bring. 


We tell ourselves that we could never expose ourselves to such ridicule, humiliation, shame and the risk that goes with its, and that we will be content just dressing up behind closed doors and fantasising about these scenarios. 


But as with all the “curiosities”/fantasies that have led us this far, it is only a matter of time before we feel powerfully impelled to indulge the fantasy.  


Tentatively, we start going out in public in women’s clothes.


Each time we take it to greater lengths, taking further risks.


One day we’re in a crowed bar, or busy shopping centre sheer stockings or pantyhose shimmering under bright lights or in the sunlight…


…a skirt hem making is presence felt around our pantyhose sheathed knees, or thighs or calves…