A sad story

Robbie would go around town
in dresses like these T-girls.

As I have written, when I was in junior and senior high school, the group I belonged to was the sissies. Not the jocks or Greeks (smarties) or emos or the farmers or the vo-techs. I was in with the sissies.

That is where I belonged. There was a bunch of us. We were the ones who dressed like girls in everything but the dresses and skirts that we could not get away with. We shaved our legs and wore girls shorts and sandals. We wore jewelry and carried purses or girlie backpacks.

We all had many friends who were girls, but never an actual girlfriend. Most of the boys avoided us, unless they were tolerant or were getting blowjobs from us.

We had abuse heaped on us but as long as you didn't talk back to the bullies, most of the time there was not a problem. The other kids just should their heads and put up with us.

Except for one of us. There was this one sissy named Robbie who really went too far and probably should have learned to control his urges. You know what those urges are if you are reading this: to be girlie, to dress up, to give BJs, etc.

Robbie would go around town wearing dresses and even tried to wear them to school, but he would be sent home. (I'm not even sure if he finished school). Robbie grew his hair long and wore makeup. He got more abuse than anybody because the rest of us tried to be a little more discreet.

Some of the bullies would smack him around if he went near them. The worst thing was when he started going around saying he was pregnant. He told a gym teacher he could not take gym class because he was pregnant and the story goes that the teacher smacked him around and there were no witnesses and Robbie didn't turn him in.

It was also well known that after Robbie left school or maybe even graduated, he had an apartment where men went to have sex with him for money. And everyone figured he was going to have a sex change eventually.

I went away to college and moved around for jobs so I lost track of Robbie even though I did think about him here and there. Recently, I saw on Facebook that someone mentioned that he had died from AIDs some time ago. I was not surprised to see that news, but still it made me sad. That could have been any one of us sissies had we not shown restraint in our playing around. He definitely did not.

Did anyone else ever know or come across a sissy with a story such as this?

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