Are sissies born or made? Do sissies run in families? input please!

Are sissies born or made?
I had posted a version of this elsewhere once before.
I’ve been submissive and femme oriented most of my life, from the times when I was a young in the 1st grade when the neighborhood girls while playing doctor first ordered me to take my pants down, p[laying doctor, in their garage to feel around and check me out, they as the docs. Eventually after a lot of coaxing, and I went 1st and it isn’t fair, they lowered their jeans and first when seeing their undies and how very special theirs were when compared to mine, with pretty trimmings on theirs to the cute pictures on their panties. I wanted their panties for my undies. They had ordered me to obey them.

I know from a young age I’ve tried on panties, which are the only undies I own today; in fact, when doing laundry my Ex-wife would wear men’s Calvin Klein’s men’s longer legged briefs she left in the hamper that I had to wash.

I know from experiences in locker rooms that I am not the best-hung male around. I’ve known that in my relationships with women from High School, on into college and on out, the women were the dominant ones and most grew to delight in being in charge, many of them mentally identifying me as easily manipulated and in the female category.

For years, I’ve heard such emasculating phrases like, “oh, it’s Ok, he’s just like one of the girls” or “when you were growing up as a young girl, didn’t your Mother ever teach you about how to handle your feminine hygiene, oh, I keep forgetting, you’re supposed to be a male, but I can’t help but think of you as a female. That’s why I feel it’s Ok to pee in front of you.”

I know that in my marriage, my wife had taken over, and prior to divorce, she was attending Lesbian orgies, and keeping me in the dark about it. She’d vanish every weekend with excuses, and now she’s out of the closet.

I have the bone structure of a line-backer, and yet inside, I’m more femmy and most females.

I also know my now deceased Uncle at a wedding, while takes stood up and said he was wearing women’s underwear. Everyone laughed, but I’ve made that joke and it was true.

I also know my dad wasn’t buried in reg. white undies, he had colorful ones on for the hear-after. I also know my brothers had tried on Mom’s panties and pantyhose and bras.
It’s truly amazing to me how I can get used to almost anything in this regard.

So to everyone here, do you think sissy cucks are born or made? Do we run in families?

Thanks for sharing. How were you treated?
sissycindylynn

sissycindylynn, I can only go from my own experience and say that in my case ,I definitely made myself go down that line albeit through simple younghood curiosity.
From a young age ,I had been fascinated with the shape of a womans leg and what is was encased in ,whether tights or stockings. I recall standing in a street in Liverpool watching them parade the FA Cup when I noticed two girls of about 20, stood just behind me. One of them was wearing black tights with a mini skirt and I just couldn’t keep my eyes off her legs. That for me seemed to be the start of what became an obsession in later years.
A short time later ,I remember going into the bathroom and seeing a pair of tights hanging up to dry. I decided to see what they felt like on so off came the pyjama bottoms and on they went. They felt fantastic and I’ve never forgotten the feel of them on my legs.
After this incident ,I was hooked and took every available opportunity to wear them.This of course only increased the desire to dress slightly more each time until I felt totally comfortable walking around in womens clothes.A few times I took too many chances and was caught but never punished as such ,just a redy good rollicking.
I was only about seven/eight when all this started so by the time I’d reached my 12th birthday ,I suppose I was something of a veteran.My sister by this time was 16 and had been wearing more fashionable clothes for some time which of course gave me more choice of outfits also.Throughout these early years ,it could be said that I was very naïve.I would get a hard-on just thinking about dressing ,never mind when I was actually dressed but I had absolutely no idea of what to do about it.
On one particular day ,everyone went out for the day except me ,something that probably doesn’t happen much anymore.As soon as I thought it would be safe,I shot upstairs and started dressing.I can still remember what I had on.I’d started with a very small pair of knickers with a pair of tan tights over those,matching bra,skinny rib cream polo neck,suede mini skirt and a pair of white knee high boots with a reamisterable heel.I could walk in them at least.Over the next couple of hours ,I pranced about the house feeling great and immensely turned on.I had this really strange sensation in the pit of my stomach which I’d felt many times before but not to the same intensity.I just had to feel my cock so I sat down on the settee and lay back ,looking at my legs and slowly pulling down my tights.My cock stood up rigid and twitched and throbbed.I was fascinated with it and just lay there staring at my cock and legs.I got so into it that I shot my load without even touching myself.I had no idea what was going on but it felt great ,no guilt at all ,just complete satisfaction.
This was just the start of a sexual release which only increased over the years to more absurd ways and downright dangerous ways of fulfilling ones own desire.
So to answer your question as to whether we are made or born this way ,I would have to say that in my case ,it was definitely made and then nurtured.
Now you’ve got me started and brought back all those naïve ,innocent ,dangerous and ultimately thrilling days of my youth ,I may have to tell more tales of how the process carried on.
It doesn’t matter how many thrills you can create for yourself ,there is no substitute for being dressed to the nines and having a good hard cock shoved down your throat.
Thanks to Sissycindylynn for letting me spout off a bit ,so if anyone wants to know more then please say so.I’m only to willing,

Many thanks

mantab:
I would like to hear more. It's funny how ingrained in our memories many of these first moments are. I to know that stomach feeling. To this day the word panties is still a turn-on for me. It seems that most sissies here, are at minimum fascinated by femininity. For me yes it's the cincinnatians of the clothing , the way it moves the way it feels the way rubs against me. But also is feeling feminine and submissive that is so Mind-Blowing.
Hugs and panties,
sissycindylynn

Hi again sissycindylynn.
Yep,those memories are certainly ingrained.Just writing about them has started all those familiar feelings off again.Don't really get much of a chance these days to indulge myself but every now and again an opportunity seems to arise and I'll usually take advantage.
I knew that the events described above wouldn't just stop due to curiosity being satisfied.I was hooked and took every chance I could to satisfy my craving.As my sister got older her sense of fashion grew so some of the outfits she would bring home would delight me.I was desperate to try some of these on.Although the hemline of skirts and dresses at that time was getting nearer to the floor,she fortunately favoured the much shorter variety.
One evening,I was alone for a couple of hours and tried to resist the temptation to dress as I knew that I was likely to do something a little more daring due to increasing need to wear something more often.I failed miserably and found myself ripping off my own clothes and slippng into hers.
It was a very short white crochered mini dress and it looked great.I thought that I possibly had about an hour to be able to enjoy the look and the feel but also felt the need to maybe venture outside.Once that thought got a grip,the whole thing was then taken to a higher level.I knew damn well I may be seen by neighbours or bump into friends or even be still out when my parents got back home.It didn't matter,I was on my way.It was winter,so I slipped a pair of my sisters boots on,a coat that was as short as the dress and a hat which luckily hid most of my face.
I went out the back door and just kept on walking.I knew that if I'd stopped in the driveway,I would have gone back so I powerd myself to the end and onto the pavement,turned right and walked up the street looking straight ahead.My redy heart was pounding so hard I really thought that I'd never make it to the bridge at the top.God,I was so turned on walking in these high heels and my cock rubbing the inside of my knickers,I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.I reached the bridge and carried on walking towards the town centre but I couldn't control myself any longer and shot my load into my knicks as I was walking.It was sheer bliss but when it was over,panic set in.I turned and headed for home,at which I arrived safely and managed to get everything back into order well before anybody arrived home.
I'll never forget the thrill of that evening which I didn't repeat again until I was married.Eventually things had to culminate in meeting up with someone and just letting that permister use you in any way they wished which I did a couple of years ago.
So come on,there has to be some of you out there who had similar experiences.It'd be great to read some of them.

thanks again sissycindylynn.I'll get back to you soon

Amazing how Vivid the memories of those times are and remain.
More when you have time!
Hugs,