E: Why do I need a sissy license Miss Teresa? I’ve been a sissy for years and no ones ever asked me for one before. I mean, can’t I just be an unlicensed sissy? I’m afraid of taking tests, and to be honest I just can’t curtsy.
: The easy way is rarely the best E. What happens when your friends ask you to prove it? You're 6’ 2”, 220 pounds, and work in an auto body shop. Will they really believe you when you tell them you like to wear lacy panties and dance around singing I Feel Pretty?
E: I can’t dance either, I really didn’t want to admit that but its true.
: What about the clubs, with the discounts and free drinks for fully licensed sissies? The trade shows, with fabulous gifts and giveaways you’ll be eligible for? And all the member benefits, what about them? Free towing if you break a heel. Panty replacement up to three times a year. Manicure coupons, free lipstick, the pantyhose club!
E: There’s a pantyhose club? I didn’t know about that.
:That’s because you didn’t get the newsletter.
E: A newsletter? Are you making all this up?
: Have I ever lied to you before?
E: We just met online yesterday.
: OK, listen. I’ve been working with the National Sissy Association and it hasn’t been easy, believe me. All they do is paint their nails and talk about shoes. I’m trying very hard to make the world a better place, a happier, prettier place for sissies all over the world, so don’t give me a hard time.
E: I'm sorry, but is there really a pantyhose club?
: It will all be in the next newsletter. Get your license, sign it, and put it in your purse. First things first, OK?
E: Yes, thank you for all your help. Now about this pantyhose club...
: I'll email you Roger's phone number. By the way, he likes to be called Honeydew.