The Original BLSB Cartoon Series by Sissy Demi
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One of the very first article of girls' clothing I have vivid memories of wearing is a girl's one-piece swimsuit. I was around 7 or 8, at the time. My older sister had friends who came over almost everyday to swim in our pool, and one of them used to leave her suit over to dry in our bathroom for the next visit. I used to sneak it on when I was supposed to be taking my bath.
The suit was a one-piece tank style with a criss-crossing strappy back, blue with pink, yellow, and green florals scattered across the material. The shoulder straps were pale green, much like a scrunchy looks slightly stretched. It had somewhat high-cut legs with a matching green ruffle around the leg holes and two rows across the butt. It fit me like a second skin and I loved it.
I've worn others in my life, but this has always been my favorite. My first wife (who also knew and played dress-up with me) owned a suit very similar in color and pattern, but lacking the ruffles and with open sides attached together by greenish strips of material. Once, after losing one of our numerous bets, she made me wear it to the apartment complex pool on a weekend evening. A few people were there and I was subjected to to good-natured ribbing and comments (mostly of the "he has great legs" variety). Though the males there joined in the teasing, I could tell they were uncomfortable and maybe even slightly angry to see me sporting about the pool in a woman's bathing suit with my wife.
We stayed until very late, and after everyone left. My wife took full advantage of my arousal at wearing the suit and being embarrassed by the prior teasing. It was the first of many times we played that particular game.
Swimming now just is not the same. ~.^
Comments
Very Cute Sissy
Sounds as if you have had a very interesting life.
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May You Live in Interesting Times
Yeah, I've been lucky in that I've had many, many experiences and adventures with my crossdressing. Moreso in that I've had several understanding, andeven enthusiatic, conspirators in those adventures.
I'm glad you are enjoying the cartoons and the sidebars of my own experiences and how they relate to what I drew/wrote.
Thanks for the comments, stan!
-- SD
Just go with it.
I like this series. It is too bad that Chris(sy) doesn't like what the girls are doing to him (her?). If I was the one being "forced?" to dress like that, I would have been in seventh heaven, and very happy.
Thanks for sharing.
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Love & Hugs,
Barbara
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Love & hugs,
Barbara
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Br'er Rabbit Syndrome
Oh, I think he likes it ... deep down, anyway. Maybe he is just acting like he doesn't like it so it continues. Or, perhaps he truly hates what is happening to him.
No, since Chris is my own literary avatar, I can conclusively state he enjoys the trials and tribulations of feminine finery. What he is not so sure he likes is the public exposure, the societal "taint" of wearing girls' clothes, the raised eyebrows and fear-filled hate in the eyes of those who cannot understand his wearing that clothing. I mean, he is a boy wearing girls' clothes, he MUST be gay, he must be perverted, something must be wrong with him, right? ... right?
Thanks for your comment, Barbara!
-- SD
some boys have all the luck
Nice picture, nice swimsuit chris doesn't look too happy about it.
Any anyway, here’s something I heard about 20 years ago whist waiting for an interview at the job centre:
I arrived early, one of the women who works there was talking to her friend and happened to mention her twins (boy and a girl), I think she said they were about 4 or 5, anyway her sister came round with her twin girls, I think they were about 5. It being summer they let the kids play in the paddling pool. They were quite happily playing in the water. Or at least the girls were, the boy was crying his eyes out. He noticed the girls were wearing one-piece swimsuits and he wasn’t, after trying to explain that he’s a boy, their girls and boys don’t were those, he went back to crying his eyes out. To cut a long story short, they bought him a girl’s one-piece swimsuit. There he was quite happily playing in the paddling pool, wearing his swimsuit just like his sister and cousins.
As for me, I didn’t were my first girl’s one-piece until I was about 14 (and my mum bought it for me.