I am looking for the biggest priss in Chicagoland.
I’m not talking about any ordinary cross-dresser.
I seek that rare pansy who enjoys pink, bows, ruffles, lace, tea parties, Hello Kitty, Kawaii, kittens, puppies, rainbows, sparkles, unicorns, Lolita culture, flowers, Disney princesses, cotton candy, lip gloss, bunnies, glitter, stickers, lollipops, cupcakes, ponies, dolls, and anything else that’s super girly.
You must be a real poof, someone who flits around like a fairy, extends his pinkie finger while sipping chamomile tea, and crosses his legs every chance he gets.
If pink isn’t your favorite color, you simply won’t do.
Age-play can be a part of it, but doesn’t have to be.
An interest in chastity is a plus.
Whether you consider yourself a sissy maid, sissy slut, sissy faggot, or a plain ole sissy bitch doesn’t matter, as long as you’re ultra-feminine, girly to the nth degree.
You must be well-groomed, clean, a non-smoker, intelligent, local, employed or comfortably retired, respectful, hard-working, loyal, and honest.
It’s just a matter of time, deary. Soon, you’ll be the cream puff of your dreams.
E-mail firstname.lastname@example.org to apply.
If you’re too stupid to follow the application instruction noted above and, instead, choose to comment on this post, you’ll be banned from consideration. I need a smart sissy, not a blithering idiot who can’t follow one simple instruction. If you can’t follow one simple instruction, how can I anticipate that you’ll be able to follow my directions while serving me?