Miss has made me clean the conservatory this morning. Polish, dust and hoover. i'm wearing a pale blue satin blouse and a fully pleated white calf length skirt. It's quite 80's - an era where most of the impressions of femininity were made on me. Underneath this, pale blue bra, panties and suspender belt with honey coloured stockings.
As i cleaned, i noticed quite how exposed i was to passers by. Not that it bothers me in the slightest. i don't deliberately try to be noticed nor do i try to hide. There's nothing unusual about someone cleaning a conservatory - the only unusual bit is that if someone cared to look longer than a glance they'd clearly see a sissy.
Miss was worried this morning that i might 'compromise' myself going out to Her car to retrieve Her phone left there from last night. A pink chiffon baby doll, cream bra, panties, suspenders and tan stockings was my garb but the thoughts of compromise were furthest from my mind. Doing what Miss wanted doing was uppermost - enjoying the cool morning air on my femininely attired body was thrilling, knowing it was dark and early morning gloomy so if i was seen it would be quite difficult to recognise also gave me confidence.
But the point of the muse is that i have had some quite humiliating experiences when in male clothing but also wearing female lingerie underneath. The white t-shirt with a delicate white lace bra beneath - clearly visible - being noticed by two teenage girls who sniggered and giggled. The dark blue satin panties showing at the top of my jeans when bending down to get something form a shop shelf and being seen by a woman who smiled so sweetly and then laughed.
There's something very exciting for a sissy when 'compromised'. Especially when it is Women who have made the connection. For a Woman to laugh and ridicule a sissy is wonderfully humiliating.
sissies enjoy the humiliation, the embarrassment, the shame.
'Ridicule is nothing to be scared of'. x
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