Doctor Madchenmacher

Continuing the look at characters from my stories and art:

What's Happening

Getting the Inheritance

So Cute

Hypno-Session: Bubbles Buys a Bikini

On Monday, Mistress Lola took me on a mental journey to a shopping mall...and brought my bimbo self out for part of it. The trance-script is here.

Irreversible

Archelle: Knockers So Nice

Madame Fabricantfille

Beginning a new series of posts for Sundays.

As most of you know, there are some "background" names and characters that recur in my stories and art. I am presenting a series of portraits of these important players in my fantasy world, starting with:

Madame Felice Fabricantfille, the mistress of mesmerism. As a certified hypnotherapist with a penchant for altering male minds to female ones, she compels the sissification of the patients brought to her by their mistresses.

Expectations

Act Your Age?

Making It Obvious

Dani Answers Hannah

As I noted yesterday, Hannah McKnight recently had some thoughts on those of us who call ourselves “sissies”…and I thought I should respond. Much of what she had to say sounded right, but some things were clearly wrong, at least in my opinion. Let’s start with the biggest misconception:

I get a lot of emails from girls like us and if I am speaking in VERY general terms, it FEELS that MOST (not all) messages from those who tell me they are a sissy, or curious about being a sissy want to put on a frilly pink dress and being at the mercy of a man.

No…at least not for me and not for most of the sissies I know. We are firmly heterosexual…our desired partners are women. But the way in which we interact with them is different from what most men desire.

And although I don’t necessarily relate, I also see the appeal of being submissive. I listened to a podcast about a guy who visits with a dominatrix. He has a very stressful life and is responsible for a lot of important decisions with his company and he said that for a few hours a week he is tied up and has no control or responsibilities.

Well, that’s part of it. But for a sissy, the clothes are a major factor in that submission. Being “made” to dress in girl’s attire is a sign of the submission, an outer acknowledgement that I have given up control to my partner. And, yes, I do find the feel of feminine clothing incredibly sexy; that, combined with my desire to submit to a powerful woman, is definitely a turn-on.

I mean, on a perfunctory level, it seems like it’s all about wearing a frilly pink dress (again, the dresses are adorable) and getting nailed. Is that all there is? Does it need to be about anything else? I am either overthinking or oversimplifying this, I feel.

Not overthinking…but definitely oversimplifying. A sissy has realized, at some point in his life, that women are—or should be—the dominant side of any relationship. And his way of accepting that reality is to become the pretty plaything of his partner—her dolly, if you will.

One more thing, and I think this is important. Most of the sissies I know are, to some extent, exhibitionists. We want to be seen as the pretty little girls we pretend to be. Part of the enjoyment of our submission is exposure and humiliation. After all, if no one knows you’re submitting, is it really submission at all?

Hannah Questions the Sissy Life

Hannah McKnight recently wrote an interesting piece about her inability to understand those of us (like me and, I suspect, many of my readers) who identify as sissies. As you'll see, at the end, she asks for comments from those of us on this side of the divide. Looking over the comments, I saw nothing that really seemed like it hit the matter on the head. So I decided to respond.

But a full response would be much longer than any comment on a blog posting ought to be. So, I'm posting the bulk of her thoughts here and writing a long response that will be posted tomorrow. Then I will comment on her blog (and likely e-mail her) with a link to that post.

I fully accept that I will never completely understand why I am who I am. It could be genetics, it could be nothing more than how I am wired. I know I also overthink this aspect of myself. I mean, I never wonder why I like watching documentaries or why I like waking up early. I know! SO boring, lol.

Although I don’t do drag, I can absolutely see the appeal of it. It would be so fun to break out of my shell and perform for others, to wear fabulous dresses, extreme heels, at least for a night. I don’t feel that taking estrogen is right for me, but I understand why some feel it’s the right decision for them.

The nut I can’t seem to crack is the whole sissy life. I mean, the dresses are absolutely adorable, but other than that, I don’t see the appeal. I also know I don’t have to. So many parts of life, interests, hobbies, seem to fall under either getting it or not. I could be wrong, but it seems that a significant portion of sissy life is about humiliation, sex, and submission.

I get a lot of emails from girls like us and if I am speaking in VERY general terms, it FEELS that MOST (not all) messages from those who tell me they are a sissy, or curious about being a sissy want to put on a frilly pink dress and being at the mercy of a man.

I mean, I understand sex. I like sex. I also know that clothes and presenting as a gender other than the one most people see, can bring out a different side of us, and sometimes that is a sexual side of us. I get that. I also understand the appeal of being en femme and enjoying the attention from men, intimate or otherwise. One of the things I enjoy about being en femme is kind of taking time off from my boy life. The stress, the responsibilities, all of that. Spending the day in a pretty dress and shopping for clothes is a wonderful little vacation.

And although I don’t necessarily relate, I also see the appeal of being submissive. I listened to a podcast about a guy who visits with a dominatrix. He has a very stressful life and is responsible for a lot of important decisions with his company and he said that for a few hours a week he is tied up and has no control or responsibilities. He makes no decisions, he just… checks out. He said it wasn’t about sex anymore, it was about being able to unwind (while being tied up) after a hellish week. No one is asking him to go to a meeting, or make an important decision, or discuss the projected fiscal budget for Q3. I suppose it’s healthier than drinking or escaping reality with drugs.

I have a lot of enlightened readers who are so amazing at helping me understand things, so I am wondering if there is something more to this that I am missing. I mean, on a perfunctory level, it seems like it’s all about wearing a frilly pink dress (again, the dresses are adorable) and getting nailed. Is that all there is? Does it need to be about anything else? I am either overthinking or oversimplifying this, I feel. Is it similar to the guy in the podcast?

I don’t need to understand every aspect of gender/kink/fantasy and there’s zero judgement about if this is really all about the clothes and sex. If it is, okay, sounds good. I just am wondering if there’s something that I am missing, a perspective anyone can offer.

Archelle: The New Model

Familiar Face

Lipstick Trance

Hypno-Session: How Deep Is Your Trance?

Wednesday I had another thrilling session with Mistress Lola. I asked her to send me as deep into trance as she could and the results were quite intriguing.

The trance-script is here.

Flirting Rules

Stand Out

Always Feel This Way

Archelle: Total Control

Archelle: Arm Candy

I realized this morning that I goofed and didn't post an "Archelle" item last Monday. So I'm posting one today and tomorrow.

Mother Insists

Flirting Rules

Meeting the Guests

Daydreams of Cross-dressers

Hannah McKnight has some thoughts on the dreamy side of our "hobby":

Growing up I would dream about wearing pretty dresses....Yes, I saw what a cute girl was wearing, but I also saw what she was wearing, if you follow me. Yes, she looked cute in that dress, but OMG how cute was the dress itself?

When I was in my early 20’s this world opened up even further. I worked in an office and I saw my colleagues wear business clothes. What a girl could wear to a meeting was just as cute as what she could wear to a dance. Similar to wanting to wear that plaid jumper when I was in grade school I daydreamed about wearing black heels, a pencil skirt, a white blouse, and a jacket as I put on my necktie every morning.

If my website has a… mission, I suppose, it’s that I want to be honest and realistic about this side of us.... We all will feel dysphoria and hopeless, and getting over that may require us getting better at makeup (if that’s what you feel you need to do), but modifying our thinking plays a part of it too. Shifting from “trying to pass” to embracing and celebrating how you look is HUGE. It’s the most important part about this side of us.

I still fantasize about the same things that I daydreamed about while I was growing up. I saw my sisters play princesses and I wanted to do that too. Even now I fantasize about wearing a beautiful pink gown and a tiara....Despite the clothes in my closet and what I have done, I could name a dozen things I still fantasize about. I want to fly pretty, I want to spend an entire day from waking up to going to sleep en femme. I want to do a lingerie photo shoot. Have a princess tea party. Wear a corseted dress at the Renaissance Fair. Strut down the catwalk. Play tennis in a short, pleated skirt. Sit by a pool in a bathing suit. Be a bridesmaid. The homecoming queen.

We are who we are. We won’t grow out of this side of us (and I thank God for that). Who we wear, and what we wanted to wear, when we were younger is still with us. It always has been and it always will be.

Family Planning

Like Son, Like Father