Testimonials

"Yes darling, I do. I am Agatha Amy Tabitha Hergest, The Majickian, friend on both Fetlife and Facebook, and I am a sissy.  More than that, actually, I've gone full hardcore - they say never go full hardcore, but I'll take them seriously when I know who they are - in that I've contacted my doctor with a view to hormonal treatment and the like, and as You see, I've changed my name to reflect my gender.  Moreover, I am now bisexual, whereas before I wouldn't have countenanced sex with a man.  I'm not fully bisexual, in that I far prefer the wiles of women, so much I want to be one as it goes, but now I am quite looking forward to deep-throating my first cock and having someone sink the pink in the bottom pocket.  Funny thing is, I've long held a fascination with the slut-buttons hiding in the nethers, but thought to only explore them with root vegetables and a kindly, sausage-wielding Dominatrix.  Now I am female, I am getting hit on by all quarters - it's quite overwhelming! Additionally, I am now beginning to see how things stand with trans people, in terms of pronoun usage.  That said, I'm not a pronoun-queen, and whenever someone misgenders me, other than when they are doing so deliberately to antagonise, having once or thrice been politely told the lay of the land, I put it down to my own not being convincing enough in terms of dress and or demeanour.  That said, with my size and shape, full lips, long hair and handbag, I reckon it's touch and go with a lot of people.  The other thing I feel is a certain amount of liberation.  Men are often restricted in what they are able to wear and how much of themselves they can show before it becomes indecent.  I suppose at my age it's much the same, because it seems to me the practice of showing oneself off is as much a consequence of pulchritude and the necessity to procreate as it is a desire to randomly exhibit.  Of course, given that I'm also an artists' model, often posing nude, exhibitionism is part of my character and, obviously, doing it without scaring the cavalry is always to be desired.  It can also be seen in my increased tendency to call everyone darling, which would have been considered creepy. as a man but, as a woman, can have a reasonable defence mounted in its favour. Finally, it's the change.  No, I don't think so much menopausal, male or otherwise, but rather the enormity of the change I'm undertaking, and the slow realisation of it, like the sands of time trickling through an hourglass.  Of course, seismic events such as this usually come in threes and, well, there have been a few things I've had to contend with at the time when I pinpoint the deviation from the status quo, roughly the 20th June this year (yes, I'm that new).  Firstly, I was evicted from my property, losing much of my goods and also my cat, who I still miss and, conversely, fancy is with me still as I sleep or work on my computer, as now.  Secondly, I was stuck in Spain for the duration covering my expulsion: I went there on the 15th to help oversee a film I'm involved with, and was due to go back home the next morning.  However, problems with paperwork meant that I didn't get back til the 20th, and much of that was exacerbated by extreme exhaustion, as Madrid airport was essentially my hotel and I slept fitfully wherever I could.  Thirdly, I stopped smoking.  Obviously I didn't take my pipe with me to Spain because I didn't think I was going to be there that long, and there was too much to do to relax and enjoy a smoke anyway.  I didn't buy any further paraphernalia, and my friends were exhorting me to give it up anyway, so I just left everything behind.  So the decision to become a sissy, You could say, is something of a reaction, a coping mechanism, an unforeseen consequence of the tsunami of change that swept across the bows of my life."