Proud To Be A Sissy Chapter 7

"I like who I've become mother," he stated firmly in a soft calm voice, moving to the table and gathering his panties he stepped back away closer to the door before facing her again, "this is who I truly am, this is what makes me feel good and happy. You don't have to like and I'm not going to change back now."

She stared at her son for a moment shocked by the way he just talked back to her, she almost raised her hand to strike him again for his pertness but replied ominously, "I won't have this in my house. I won't be a laughing stock for the whole world. Now get off those disgusting clothes and go wash your face or get out of my house."

They stood staring at each in silence for a few moments, long enough for her to regret her last words. Kary knew what his decision was before she even finished saying it. Turning he bolted for the door and across lawn to his new daddy's house where he knew he'd have a safe haven to be what he wanted to be. The last words he heard from his mother was a scream for him to come back.

Old man Clark came out his back door after hastily dressing when heard the yelling from next door to find his little sissy in tears running up the steps to the porch. She ran straight to him and crying he wrapped his arms around the old man. He patted his back soothingly and looking over the fence he saw the boy's mother. Her face was mottled with anger and her stance fierce with rage she stared back at him with daggers in her eyes. He shook his head with regret feeling responsible for the rift he created between them. He had hoped that the boy's parents could be more understand of the sissy's feelings.

"Come Kary," he said lifting her chin to look at the tear stained face, "Come inside where it's safe."

He turned and drew me to his side as he led me through the door and as I heard him gently close it the sound seemed to echo in my mind foretelling an ending to my old life. I was led to his chair and pulled into his lap to feel his arms wrap around my little shoulders. We sat for a long time as daddy gently patted and rubbed my back repeating over and over to me that everything would be fine and things would work themselves out one day as cried against him.