I am a sissy sub who is having doubts about my feminine side. I enjoy dressing up and would like to go out in public in full drag, but I just don’t dare to do so. As kinky as I feel when in lingerie and stockings, I also feel ashamed of this. So far, I have been following Mistress Emma’s blog as well as Her Twitter for about 4 years and have always wanted to let Her change me and perhaps claim me just as She has done for so many others, but still. For some reason, I followed from the shadows. Until now! A few weeks ago, I finally gathered the courage to send Mistress Emma a long message with all my desires, my interests, as well as my fears and insecurities.

The message turned out very, very long, and I was almost sure Mistress Emma would get bored halfway through and just discard it. So I made a promise to myself - If She doesn’t reply, I will never bother Her again. A couple of hours went by, and just as I was succumbing to the fact that I had my shot and blew it already...Mistress Emma replied. She demanded we book a video call on WhatsApp and discuss the details further. But not only that, She demanded the call by the end of the day! I wasn’t ready, but let's face it - had She given me time to think about it, I would have chickened out. We called that evening and ended up talking for an hour and a half. Discussed the details, Mistress Emma suggested She takes the lead and does the job herself.

Further, She suggested I arrive at Her premises dressed in normal clothes and carry all my kinky gear with me if I desire, or leave it all at home if I prefer. Ashamed as I was, I took option 2. Again, in the back of my mind, it was the fact that I am a tall, well-built man with a shoe size 46. I doubted that Mistress Emma would be able to dress me up and find the right shoes for me. I guess partially this is the reason why I proceeded forward. Never have I ever been able to imagine my Queen’s abilities not only to deliver way past what has been agreed upon beforehand, but also to surprise me in the process.

Upon arriving at Her Dungeon, Mistress Emma sat me down and served me a cold drink with a warm welcome.

We chatted for a while, and She really helped me open up to Her. I felt welcome, understood, but also accepted. Not for a moment did I notice a shade of judgment or humiliation in Her tone or Her approach. After the initial talk, I was told that this day I am to become Her toy, Her creation. I have no say in the activities that are to follow. Mistress Emma walked to a large closet and picked up a few pairs of lingerie and nylons for me. Then She helped me dress up in them, looked at me from all angles, changed the black bra and g-string with a pair of red ones. Then looked at me again. Pleased with the results so far, She went to the closet again, from where She returned with a few dresses for me.

Made me try 3 of them, until She was pleased. The silicone bust She made me wear made the dress fit me perfectly, and it felt amazing. My nylon feet and bottom were making me more and more excited. As I was looking at myself and feeling my body with my hand, Mistress Emma returned again from the walk-in closet with a pair of high-heeled boots for me. Size 46, I asked, amazed. Size 46, She replied. Just as discussed on the phone. I put them on and was urged to sit back on my metal chair. Then Mistress Emma looked straight in my eyes and simply told me - hands behind your back! I did as ordered, and before I knew it, Mistress Emma wrapped me up to the chair with Her ropes.

The bondage was comfortable, yet it restricted my movements, so there was no chance I could do much... anything at all, actually!

Then Mistress Emma took her makeup suitcase and began Her magnificent work. As She was applying the makeup, She explained what every product is. How should I apply it? What I should avoid. What do I want to achieve with the use of this or that? The information was flowing, but the look was coming together more and more. And most importantly, as we were progressing further and further, I felt so relaxed and comfortable. It felt as if we were old girlfriends catching up. It took us around 3.5 - maybe 4 hours to get to the final look, and the time just flew by. Once Mistress Emma was ready, She untied me and walked with me to the big mirror.

I was amazed. What a change! I saw a stunning blonde, with a nice figure, flawless makeup up and a kinky flame in her eyes. I have never seen myself in that completely wonderful look. And for the first time in my life, I was not ashamed by the person in the mirror. I  adored it! Mistress Emma named me Claudia, and this is my sissy name now. I like how it sounds. But this is not all. Once we were done with the transformation and The Mistress was happy with how I liked it, The Mistress insisted I must learn how to walk, sit, talk, and behave as a woman. It is not enough to look the part. You must embrace it. Hence, you need further work, She pointed out. We exercised the cat walk, the correct posture for sitting.

The proper way to flirt and carry yourself with confidence.

That day we had originally booked a 5-hour-long session, but I ended up prolonging twice by an hour (luckily for me, the Mistress had time in Her agenda after our session). This was an amazing day. I learned so much from it, but perhaps what I am most grateful for is the fact that I am no longer ashamed of myself. I am no longer beating myself up for the desires I have had my whole entire life! No longer do I feel like a freak. A monster. Finally, I felt what it is to be seen and genuinely liked, including the parts of me I kept hidden from the world for so long!

Thank you, Mistress Emma, for being so patient with me and so understanding! I know there is still so much to learn, but now that I find you, I am willing to walk the steps! Already looking forward to lesson number 2 - How to behave as a lady!