Left on a park bench in Green Lake, Seattle WA,
where i sat on Daddy's lap making out by the lake.

Some days, like today, Daddy likes to "expose" me by dropping little clues to waitresses, cashiers, shopkeepers, etc. that I'm not the girl I appear to be. That I am, in fact, a sissygirl. Today, at the Chocolati Cafe, for instance, when the girl fixing our hot chocolates asked if we wanted whipped cream, Daddy said, "I don't. Whipped cream is for sissies. But my sissy here would like some. Isn't that right, sissy?" 

The girl behind the counter did a double-take. 

"Yes," I said, in a small voice, flushing with embarrassment. 

But it was okay. The girl serving us had pink hair and when she spoke again to ask us if we wanted anything else with our hot chocolates I noticed that she had a surprisingly masculine voice. I hadn't noticed it at first but I think she may have been trans, too. 

Whew!

Daddy continued his little game when we sat down. Asking me various embarrassing questions and having me admit that I'm a sissy. I'm genuinely frightened when he exposes me like this in public (even though I know I'm never in any real danger with him there to protect me) but later we both know how hot it will make me when we go to bed together. 

I've always gone to great pains to look & act & sound like a real girl in public. So it's a powerful gesture of transgression to be "outed" and put on display for what I really am. It's very erotic and very liberating, too. I realize that in many respects, by taking refuge in an apparently "female" identity, I'm still very much in the closet. Only by being "outed" as a sissygirl, not male, not female, but as a third gender, will I at last cross that final barrier to being truly and proudly who I really am. 

Not a girl. Not a boy. Won't it be a great day when we can all be a gender unique onto ourselves?