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January 4, 2012

Published by Mommy Maddy at January 4, 2012

Riding in the wind

Come on my little sissy pull those dress tails up and lets ride in the wind let those dress tails flapping as we go.Lets see how fast we can go before those dress tails are over your head and you feel the wind on your diapered butt cheeks.The wind blowing those long curls all over your face and head oh the fun we shall have just think when we get thirsty or tired we will just stop along side of the road and drink something good and cold and change that diaper. Lorraine

November 20, 2011

Published by Mommy Maddy at November 20, 2011

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Happy Thanksgiving

Sissy boy loves his Thanksgiving dinners at lily’s place because she always dresses up infront of everyone after they arrive for dinner she brings him out and makes him prance around the room.To show off his cute lil girlie outfit and his cute diaper and frilly rumbas panties he has to wear also gets to sit in the highchair and be fed like a lil sissy baby you just love it don’t you girlie girl. While everyone watches you dance and prance they laugh and make fun of this sissy boy and when i do those diaper checks those cheeks get very bright red because you know everyone is going to see what you have under those diapers when i change it such a sissy boy are you not. Lily

October 9, 2011

Published by Mommy Maddy at October 9, 2011

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THE HELL BOUND TRAIN

A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more; So he fell asleep with a troubled brain To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train. The engine with murderous blood was damp And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp; An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones, While the furnace rang with a thousand groans. The boiler was filled with lager beer And the devil himself was the engineer; The passengers were a most motley crew- Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew, Rich men in broad cloth, beggars in rags, Handsome young ladies, and withered old hags, Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white, All chained together-O God, what a sight! While the train rushed on at an awful pace- The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face; Wider and wider the country grew, As faster and faster the engine flew. Louder and louder the thunder crashed And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed; Hotter and hotter the air became Till the clothes were burned from each quivering frame. And out of the distance there arose a yell, “Ha, ha,” said the devil, “we’re nearing hell” Then oh, how the passengers all shrieked with pain And begged the devil to stop the train. But he capered about and danced for glee, And laughed and joked at their misery. “My faithful friends, you have done the work And the devil never can a payday shirk. “You’ve bullied the weak, you’ve robbed the poor, The starving brother you’ve turned from the door; You’ve laid up gold where the canker rust, And have given free vent to your beastly lust. “You’ve justice scorned, and corruption sown, And trampled the laws of nature down. You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied, And mocked at God in your hell-born pride. “You have paid full fare, so I’ll carry you through, For it’s only right you should have your due. Why, the laborer always expects his hire, So I’ll land you safe in the lake of fire, “Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar, And my imps torment you forevermore.” Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry, His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high. Then he prayed as he never had prayed till that hour To be saved from his sin and the demon’s power; And his prayers and his vows were not in vain, For he never rode the hell-bound train. Lily

September 10, 2011

Published by Mommy Maddy at September 10, 2011

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One Inch Tall

If you were only one inch tall, you’d ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, you’d walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You’d swing upon a spider’s thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. You’d surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn’t hug your mama, you’d just have to hug her thumb. You’d run from people’s feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write– ‘Cause I’m just one inch tall). by Shel Silverstein Silvie Enjoy the shrinking fantasy would so enjoy doing that to you

August 8, 2011

Published by Mommy Maddy at August 8, 2011

Prissy Sissy

Oh he wanted to dress like a sissy so bad he moaned and groaned for weeks about it.He just didn’t know what kind of sissy he wanted to be so we talked and talked it over and so i told him we could dress him up just like the little girlie sissy he so wanted to be and if he wanted more then we could add that also.Shopping with these little sissy was a blast she sure knew about what she wanted she loved all of the pastel colors we came across from one shop to another we went then we popped into this one like a hole in corner little shop and there it stood out the most perfect outfit just made for these sissy.Got the sales lady to show us the dressing room and she tried the whole outfit on.It was a perfect fit so i ask her if this is what she wanted she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said yes granny.So i went and paid for the outfit and went back to the dressing room and told her to change into her other clothes she had worn in here with eyes still with tears in them she said can i please wear it home i looked at her face and told her sure it was all hers and paid for.She walked out of that little shop like she had won a million bucks.Now my sweet little sissy is very happy. Silvie 1-888-430-2010 For all of your sexual and nasty fantasies i am here

June 27, 2011

Published by Mommy Maddy at June 27, 2011

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Mr. Mousy’s Encounter

Twas a warm spring night and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring with the exception of “Mr. Mouse!” Biggio the cat was all snuggled up in his bed. Dreams of a fat juicy mouse most likely running through his head. Up pops Mr. Mousy through a tiny hole in the floor. He scampers right past that cat making it to the cabinet door… Hops into a drawer and begins to rummage around. The slumbering cat doesn’t even hear a sound. Now, Mr. Mousy is having a blast playing about. That is until the drawer is quickly pulled out! There’s a scream and suddenly Mr. Mousy hits the floor… Too close for comfort… by the cat’s bed on the floor. All too quickly the cat is set into motion, as he stirs from slumber having heard all the commotion! What??? …is someone tap dancing on MY kitchen floor? Gaining his composure he pounces upon Mr. Mousy over by the cabinet door. Now, Mr. Mousy rolls over and begins to play dead… The cat soon tires and considers going back to his bed. Mr. Mousy seizing the moment, recovers in a flash. Taking off in a most frenzied dash! The cat is left standing in utter confusion. Could this be a bad dream or possibly an optical illusion? “NO, this has to be real,” his nose once again catches Mr. Mousy’s scent… “How dare that disorderly mouse leave without MY consent!” The cat is not finished with this unwelcome guest… He has just entered into a “mouse hunting quest!” He can be found most often over by that cabinet door. Or lying with his nose real close to that tiny hole in the floor. So Mr. Mousy you better “beware”… Mr. Biggio’s watching for ya to come sneaking around there!!! Martha Franks April 12, 2000