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Sissy Vilified -- Part 13


Sissy Vilified — Part 13


By Maid Joy

The First Sergeant stood in front of his Commander’s desk. Captain Robertson was normally a jovial kind person until it was time to get serious. From the lack of a smile on his face, it was time to be serious.

“This is no good Top. I never would have pegged Taylor for being one of them. It’s as shocking as anything I’ve ever seen.” He sighed heavily and put the files aside. “Have a seat. What is your recommendation regarding this situation?”

Sissy Destroyed -- Part 12


Sissy Destroyed — Part 12


By Maid Joy

The party was great. Halloween was my favorite time because you could be whomever you wanted to be, your wildest fantasy come true. The humblest, most repressed person could step out as the most bizarre, most brazen, most outrageous creature they could imagine without fear of persecution.

I knew enough now that I passed easily as a woman. Things might have been different several months ago, but not now.

Sissy’s Recovery -- Part 11


Sissy’s Recovery -- Part 11


By Maid Joy

The next several days were very hard for me. The duty in the Army wasn’t hard, but it was difficult changing back into my “he self” after the scene the other night. I felt different, as thought I had completed some rite of passage. Coming down from that took discipline that I knew I had, but that I felt very reluctant to use.

I threw myself into my work. There was always training to do, skills to be honed, competitions to hold and the other ordinary activities of a platoon of warriors. I continued to supervise people, take care of arguments as they happened, all the while continuing to keep my body in top male physical form every day.

Sissy Captured -- Pt 9


Sissy Captured -- Pt 9

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I was in my barracks and getting dressed for formation. For the five hundredth time I wished I dared wear my panties instead of these bikini briefs. The tighty-whiteys that were issued (in reality grungy-greenies for the OD green color) didn’t feel right or make me happy to have them on, mainly because of how badly they hurt and fit.

Sissy and the Army -- Pt 8

Sissy's leave is canceled and she has to go into combat. Will her secret be discovered?

Sissy and the Army -- Pt 8

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It was every nightmare I had come true. In the middle of everything I loved and enjoyed, it all came crashing down to call me back out into combat.

A Whole New Sissy -- Pt 7

A time to rest and then a reward for a job well done allows Sissy to start healing and really become the woman that she might be. Can it continue?

A whole new Sissy -- Pt 7

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The sages of the past who said “time heals all wounds” may have been spouting a platitude, but it turns out that they were right, damn them.

Sissy's Interlude -- Pt 6


Sissy’s Interlude -- Pt 6

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Mistress had turned me over to a lady at the lingerie store. I didn’t know how to react. Part of me was mortified, part of me burning from embarrassment, and part of me was reveling in this chance that I had always dreamed of.

The people who were in the store weren’t really paying attention to me, which was a relief. I could only imagine the panic if someone realized that a man was in here.

Stories Observations

Well, having become a TS author, I have to say that I like it. I find myself checking my stories about 40 times a day (literally) and seeing how many times they have been read, how many votes that have been garnered, and if any comments have been made.

I'm finding out that I LOVE comments.

I'm a bit disappointed that the most recent chapter, Sissy's Debut, hasn't seemed to be as well received as the other chapters.

I do have more that needs to be written. I know where the next two or three parts are going to say, and the story is shaping nicely.

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Sissy Stifled -- Pt 4

Sissy Stifled -- Pt 4

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I reported for morning formation at 0700. While part of my mind was on what I was doing, PT is pretty mindless. Yelling the cadence wasn’t something that took up a lot of my mental faculties. I put my body and my voice on autopilot and turned my attention to the past weekend.

Sissy's Saga

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Sissy's Saga

Drawn from real life, this is the story of one person who is reclaiming the word "Sissy" and making it a name, not a title. A middle aged soldier trapped in a life he hates because he was trying to fit in. Now it has come to a point where he can't stand it anymore, and is trying how it might feel to have what he wants instead of what he's supposed to want.

Updates

Well, we are moving in with friends for a couple months while our application for Section 8 housing goes through. That's the three of us, our roommate is another story, and the four feets are going to be displaced for a while.

Currently sitting in a house with no water, and no heat. The floor heaters are doing a decent job keeping us comfortable, but I want my water back on.

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Late-Night Muse

Well, my late night muse has struck again. I was just kicked in the head to write the third story in the series of Sissy stories. However, it's 2 in the morning, and I was up at 6 AM this morning.

I'm taking a sleeping pill and going to bed. I'm freaking tired. I'll probably have it up at some point this weekend. This one is going to be a bit more thoughtful, a bit more realistic and a bit more meaty.

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The tone of this blog

I think I want to share just a bit more here. I have several blogs around the Internet, one for my religious stuff, one for my personal stuff, one for memes and so on, one for me as Joy and this one. But here I think I can open up some.

See, there's a lot of pain in here. I don't know how I as Joy came out as well adjusted as I did, mainly because of some of what has happened. Just like the character in my stories, I worked my backside off to fit into the world of maleness. Just like that character, I now feel trapped with no way out.

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About my story

I wrote that and used it to get a lot of crap off my chest. Yes, most of it is true. I do come from a broken home, my father did leave at 15, I was considered the man of the family (raised Mormon, so any male is automatically better than mere girls), so on.

I was in home ec. I could sew and cook, and I loved the gingham apron. I was one of three boys in there.

I did have to conform. I was in Scouts, I did play things like Army with them. I had Action Figures and cars.

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One Sissy's Story -- Pt 1

This is not autobiographical, mostly. I wrote this to see if I could write a story with no dialog and have it be good. It's a story, it has no dialog but I leave it to you to tell me if it is good or not.


One Sissy’s Story -- Part 1

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It felt like hearing nails on a chalkboard all the time. There was something fundamentally wrong with the whole world and I didn’t know how to fix it.

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