Some submissives try. Some pretend. And then there are the rare few who earn the title. The ones who blush, obey, open, kneel, and offer everything without hesitation. The ones who don’t just play at being a sissy. They become one. Completely. Shamelessly. Perfectly.

You.
You are that kind of sissy.

Every task you’re given, you do it with a needy little eagerness that gives you away instantly. The way you dress yourself up. The way you present yourself. The way your body reacts the moment a dominant voice tells you exactly what to do. All of it. Every detail. Proof of what you are.

A good fucking sissy.

A sissy who knows their place.
A sissy who knows the pleasure of surrender.
A sissy who understands that service is purpose.
A sissy who becomes prettier the moment they give up control.

That’s why you’re praised. That’s why you’re owned. That’s why you’re trained. Because you’ve earned the title through obedience, through desire, through every throbbing moment of craving approval. And every time you listen, every time you follow, every time you melt into exactly what you were meant to be, you make it obvious.

You’re not just a sissy.
You’re a good fucking sissy.
And you know it.