I was recently being asked many questions about my lifestyle by a curious man.  I am fairly used to this of course, and I am always willing to answer any questions (and yes everything I do is monitored, so if I lie or refuse to answer a question, or am impolite in anyway, Nana knows).  Anyway, most of this young man's questions centered around chastity.. mainly wearing a chastity device.   It felt more like a philosophical exercise than it did a exploration of one aspect of dom/sub lifestyle/activites.  Which was nice for a change. 

Anyway, this young man reminded me of myself at one point.  He keeps his fantasies/desires a secret.  He is afraid to tell the ones in his life about his kinks...more importantly he is afraid to tell people who and what he really is.  He isn't into the ageplay side of things like I am (which is perfectly fine), but like me, he had been secretly crossdressing (mostly panties etc) since he was in early teens.  He isn't a large man, rather weak in many respects.  Easily bullied throughtout his life.  Women, especially ones he is attracted to, intimidate him.  Not surprisingly he is often mislabled as gay (although he has bi tendencies), and his love life mainly involves masturbating and watching porn.  etc etc.. again very much like me in my early days.  

Anyway, I digress.  Back to main point of this post.  He is comming to terms with his submissive nature and he quickly discovered (and is very turned on) the use of chastity devices.   He had broken down and bought one (a CB6000, one of my favs).  He doesn't wear it very often, he claims he is worried about it being discovered etc.  But he also says it is uncomfortable.   He also said that he truly loves orgasming/cumming and couldn't possiable go a couple days without it, let alone a week or even longer (he didn't believe me when I told how long it has been since my last true orgasm).   Which brings me to the meat of this post.  I am curious how other submissive men feel about this.  I have heard from a few, so I have a good idea that I am not alone, in what I told him.

I told him that, yes..what he said is all true.  I too felt the same way, when I first started down the rabbit hole.  I started wearing chastity, secretly and on my own.  Usually just at night, but I found sleeping with it difficult (especially if I slept on my stomach). So then I would wearing during the day, on my days off and usually only for hours at a time.  I too found it uncomfortable.  I got braver and braver and started wearing during the day at work.  Yes, it was uncomfortable, but maybe that isn't the right word.  It was simply because I wasn't used to it.  I grew to like it.  It was a constant reminder that I was wearing it, that I was all locked up.  I liked how I couldn't simply use the urinals in the bathroom, that I needed to sit down to pee, etc.  However, the more and more I wore it, the more I became used to it, it became less noticable.   I wouldn't wear my chastity device for long periods either, until I met my ex (it was just too easy to break down, unlock myself and masturbate).  Naturally when I first met her, I tried my best to hide and forget my true self.  I locked away the chastity device and didn't wear it for a long time.  Then I opened up to her about my need to dominated, to be controled and live a female led relationship, and yes about chastity.  Like many stories, we started slow.  Wearing just on weekends and play time etc.  Like most women, she was hesitant at first, but she began to like the power and control, and so it being locked in chastity became more and more frequently and for longer periods of time.   Before I knew it I was basically wearing one all the time.  Only then did I acutally and truly fall in love with it.  I would forget that I was even wearing it at times.  It became a part of me.  I loved that fact that I could sit and daydream/fantasize while at work and I didn't have to worry about people seeing my little erection.  Yes the need/desire to orgasm/cum grew and grew, but slowly I too got used to and started to like being super desperate/horny.   I really didn't notice just how much I liked all of it until I did a 6 month stint in one (yes removing it to wash and shave was pure torture, but that was part of the fun).  After that 6 months, I actually felt more uncomfortable not wearing one.  I felt more exposed with it off, than with it on.  It felt my childhood blanket.  I still feel that way.  

My only real regret is waiting so long...well that and I acutally wish that real permanent chastity was possible.  I am close to it as possible really (I wear one 24/7/365), but it does need to be removed from time to time... health/hygiene reasons mainly... but I also have like 5 or 6 different chastity devices, as its fun to switch them up from time to time. I am a girl at heart so it makes fashion sense.  Not to mention Nana still enjoys teasing/mild cbt games from time to time.

One of the hardest parts/times of being a chaste sissy boi has to be listening to your "Goddess" (or whatever title she goes by), recieve instense sexual pleasure from a Real man.  As I write this, I am in my crib, diapered, locked in chastity, quietly sucking on my pacifier.  I was put to bed early tonight, so Nana could entertain her guest, not because I was bad.  Thanks to the "reversed" baby moniter (I can her everything in her room, she can't hear me), I have heard her and her lover having passionate and wild sex for what seems like hours.  Don't get me wrong... I have never been able to please a woman like that, even when I was a "man".  I only had acutal intercourse perhaps 2 or 3 times in my life (once with a prostitute) and all those times I lasted mer seconds once I inside her (remember that scene in the first american pie movie, where he cums in his pants?  That was me and my first time).   So again, don't get me wrong... Nana, my Goddess, deserves to have sexual pleasure, she deserves to have a fun/relaxing night filled with multiple orgasms.  I am extremely happy that she is happy and well taken care of.   But... these are the moments when I think...what if?  

What if, I was born with the body and confidence of a "real" man?  I was always incredibly shy and weak.  I would feel on the verge of pissing my pants and/or vomiting from nerves even when talking to girls/women all my life, what if I had real confidence?  What if, instead of being an underendowed/premature ejaculator I had a real cock, one that made women lick their lips in desire, and could sexually please them like that man is doing to Nana right now?   What if, I wasn't a cronic masturbator, who hid in his room and spent hours jerking off to pictures of naked women/porn, while wearing panties, when I was a teen (okay, I did this for years, even after being a teen)?

This is also part of the reason why I accept who and what I am now.  Nothing can change the past.  I was simply born this way.  It really isn't my fault.  I deeply and honestly love Nana.  She truly is my Goddess.  I am extremely lucky to have her.  

Anyway, sorry for rambling.  Sorry if it sounds like I am unhappy or complaining.  Just daydreaming.  I am going to try to fall asleep to the sounds of Nana's orgasms.  If I am really lucky I will have a wet dream tonight.  

So, as many of you can probably guess, I enjoy writting.  My apologies by the way.  I haven't posted any new captions in a while.  To be honest, I am not finding pictures I feel like I want to caption, and then I am also starting to feel like my captions are becoming repeative.   Anyway, that's not the subject of this post.   

Last night I had a dream, about an alternate universe.  One where instead of the world/history being ruled by men and patriarchy, there existed a world ruled by women and a matriarchy.  This story would take place in that alternative universe/world.  Below I am posting the Prologue I wrote for the story/book this morning.   I would love any thoughts, ideas, feedback on the prolouge and not to mention the whole idea of the book/story.  My general thought was a story of a upper-class woman conflicted with her world.  Along with the story of her obedient eunnch servant.  Combine that with the story of a couple men, some of whom are "rebels"/"traitors" searching for liberty/equal rights, while others serve to protect and defend the status quo.  

What I find interesting is, I am drawn towards the struggle of men's rights in this universe.  Basically a mirror tale of people's own struggle for civil rights in this world.  Yet, at the same I have the fantasy of a world dominated politically and culturally by women. 

Anyway, I digress... here is the prologue to the Alternate Universe of "Amazonia" (Keep in mind that this a alternate universe.  Like our own world, philosophy, history and science can be warped and is warpped to serve one's own agenda).

Life in Amazonia

Prologue

          In our modern times it is sometimes easy to forget the past.  I am not talking about last week, last year or even 25, 50, or even 100 years ago.  I am talking about the long almost forgotten past.  There was a time, long before our modern society and cultural beliefs, when it was left to men to rule and oversee humanity. 

          Indeed many historians agree that for humanity’s first millennia or two, humanity lived and died under patriarchal rule.  It wasn’t until rulers like Rome’s Livia, or Britian’s Boudicca, Egypt’s Cleopatra, China’s Cicci, among other’s that rose up and ended that barbaric system. 

          People today tend forget that when humanity was ruled by men, humanity lived under the near constant threat of war, violence, rape, racial slavery, and the pillaging of innocents.  How many men, women, children died or lived terrible lives during those times?  How much blood was split by nations, ruled by men, fought other nations for the simple greed of their patriarchs?  How much knowledge and progress was lost to the ages, because of their barbaric violence?

          Today there is a growing number of people who believe those heroines of the past made a mistake.  There are those who believe that men should be equal to women is all walks of life.  Even against all the historical and medical evidence. 

          I have already mentioned the historical evidence.  Modern science and medicine have only helped improved the argument that men are not equal to women.  It is easy to understand why men, although blessed with a slightly large brain, have a disposition towards barbarism, for example.

          Prior to the Matriarchal Revolutions, men used the excuse of child bearing as one of their reasons to subjugate women.  First was the claim that pregnant women were vulnerable and needed protection.  Then they also claimed that because one man could impregnate multiple women, but because a woman was the only one who could answer the question of “who was the father”, women needed to be controlled and dominated in order to protect their linage.   It would be this fundamental lie that would be their undoing. 

          Yes pregnant women are vulnerable and must be protected.  This can be easily done by male warriors, they need not be the father’s or husbands alone.  Civilization is a group effort afterall.  This is why those famous Queens/Empresses used eunuchs to defend their palaces.   

          Second was the notion that since a man could impregnate multiple women, the he should be the dominate ruler of the family.  The men in history had it completely backwards.  Yes one man was all that was needed to father multiple children.  However, this also means that if only one man of the tribe is needed, to keep the tribe alive, then remaining men in that tribe are useless, except in terms of hunting or fighting.  It could be argued that wars in the past, where subconsciously fought in order to rid the patriarch of his competition.   If the philosophy of childbirth was to further the male linage, then here the patriarchs also made a mistake.

          Again, for millennia, humanity believed the patriarchal philosophy.  Once again, thanks to those brave and powerful women in the past, that philosophy was challenged.  If we take one man, and let’s say he is flawed with predispositions such as barbaric violence, or even a somewhat lesser threat like a lack of intelligence, and he fathers 5 children from a single woman, then humanity now has 5 children that may also have predispositions towards being dumb and violent.  Then there is the other truth.  Prior to the Matriarchal Revolutions rape and extra-martial affairs among all men was prevalent.  Meaning that one flawed man, was capable of fathering a lot more than 5 children.  Even today, it has been suggested that 5 to 10% of the Chinese population can trace their linage to the rape by Mongols and one man in particular, that of Genghis Khan. 

          The truth is, and one that is wildly accepted is that it is not the male or father’s linage that is the most important, it is the mother’s.   It is wildly accepted in almost every culture, that a child is 50-50 product of the male and female.  However modern science has proved that in the conceiving of girls, she inherits two XX genes, one from her mother and the other from her father, who’s own X gene comes from his mother.  It is only in the birth of a male child that the Y gene from the father actually passed on.  So in reality, the father’s genes are only important when it comes to males and only males.  Again, maybe the patriarchs of the past were subconsciously aware of this, and founded their patriarchal philosophy upon this notion.  However,  it can no longer be denied that every human is truly effected by the genes of the women, while only half of all humans are half effected by the genes of the male.   This makes the male genes basically only useful to the male population. 

          Indeed since the beginning of the Matriarchal Revolutions, we have seen the effects of female based breeding.  Only males that women deem acceptable are able to breed.   This is helped by societies and cultures that decide which males and genes are deemed acceptable to pass along to the next generation.  I believe every woman would agree that a man, who has those violent, ignorant, barbaric genes should be gilded as soon as they are recognized.  

          In the past thousand years we have seen a remarkable drop in war, poverty, and barbarism.  He have seen the growth of knowledge, acceptance, wealth, and peace. 

          This has also helped men.  They are no longer treated like animals for the slaughter at the hands of other men.   Men have never known such comforts and peace.  Indeed, many women who champion equal rights of men are really just jealous of the life of comfort most men live these days.  Men do not have to deal with the stresses of running a house hold or a nation.  Men don’t have to deal with the stresses of trying to succeed at school and further education so that they may enjoy higher wealth or status.  It is easy to look at men and say “oh they have it easy”.  It is easy to look at a dog or cat and get jealous of their lives. 

          Never forget that men are simply that, animals.  Animals that need to be controlled, trained, and watched over.  Humanity should never allow it’s self to return to the dark ages, to a time of barbaric violence.  For the first people to suffer would be women and children.

I have noticed that doing a DNA test is extremely popular these days.  I also want to do it, as I am interested in where I and my ancestors really come from.  I am a student of history (most of you don't know that). I am particularly interested in ancient, mainly Roman, history.  Lately I have been doing some reading on the history of Slavery.   These 2 things (the DNA test and the history of Slavery) brings me to the heart of this post. 

It's been a while since I wrote a blog update.  There really isn't anything new to report actually.  Although I did have a conversation with Nana earlier, which actually did surprise me a little.  It was during a orgasm-less milking session, Nana asked me if I remembered the last time I had a real/full orgasm.  For the life of me, I couldn't give her a true number.  I could only really think about the countless ruined orgasms, orgasm-less milkings/prostate massages, and wet dreams I have had.  All I really remembered was my last orgasm was on Christmas day a year or two ago.  Nana then did the math for me.  It has been 21,840 hours, or 910 days, or 130 weeks, or 2.49 years since I last experience a true orgasm!  I never thought it would be possible to go that long!  When I first moved in with Nana, and she told me she wanted me to be completely orgasm-free, I doubted if I could do it.  I mean a year before that I would masturbate several times a day.  I thought I would go insane or something.  The truth is, maybe I have gone insane, because I don't want to go back!  I am proud of my achievement!  I am sissy and I don't deserve orgasms.  So, while I no longer drink alcohol, I will raise my sippy cup to you all.  Here is to 2 and half years of being orgasm free!  I can only hope that in 2 and half more years I will still feel the same! Cheers! 

So I know it has been a couple days since my last entry.  There realy isn't anything new to report.  Well I suppose I am not in "punishment mode" any longer.  I have been trying my best to be good.  I earned a few gold stars on my calander and now we have entered a new month.  October ended up being a 50-50 month.  My calander was just about even with gold stars vs frown faces.  The only change really is I am no longer allowed to ask, cry or in anyway, about having my diaper changed.  Nana will change my diaper when she feels like it.  Diaper insepctions have always been common, only now I am punished (usually a spanking) if my diaper is dry.   The only other change, which really doesn't feel like a change, is I am given a spanking everynight before bed.  Really what I wanted to write about is about our Halloween.  

On Saturday, Nana threw a small Halloween party.  She invited her friends over to have some fun, before they went out to a bigger Halloween party.   I just loved my costume.  I was Snow White!  Of course a sexy sissified version of Snow White.  Everyone just loved my costume.  The little yellow skirt, the blue corset top, the thigh high stockings and of course diapers.  They played a few games with me.  Their favorite was "Guess the Asshole".  I was blindfolded and made to lick someone's asshole for a couple minutes and then had to guess who's asshole it was.  If I got it wrong I recieved a shock from a remote shock collar wrapped around my balls. If I got it right, I was given a "treat", a piece of candy (unwrapped) deposited in my diaper.  I was plugged by the way, so I didn't mess my diapers.  Then at the end of the night I was allowed to eat my candy.  They each got a turn spanking me before I was put to bed and then they all went out.  

Tomorrow marks the 2nd month anniversary of Nanna becoming my full-time Domme/Cartaker (Care Giver).  I never felt so happy or proud of myself!  Nana said I was adjusting very well.  Today was such a good day.  Nana for the past month and half had started a calander, in which I get stars if I am good, or frowny faces when I am bad.  I only have one frowny face this past week and it was last Sunday!!  In fact I have been so good the last few days that I was rewarded by stay up past by bed time today (Normally bed time in 7:30pm, tonight it was 8:30) and I also got to eat a lot of adult food today AND ice cream!!  However, now I am nervous, scared and also excited.  

Tomorrow, Nana has invited some of her friends over.  When I was living with my pervious Mistress/Mommy, Nana came over to babysit me and I only met one of Nana's friend before (Ms. Holly).  I am not sure how many friends I will be meeting, but I also know they know about me and they are into the scene/lifestyle.  So needless to say I am nervous and yet also excited.  

Anyway,  I am laying in my crib, to anxious and nervous to sleep,  but I should really try to sleep.  That is all for now.  

So, as I said in my last post I have a lot of free time now.  One of the great many things Nana has done for me is to encourage me to write/read more.  Granted I am not reading anything ground breaking, nor am I about to become the next Mark Twain.  I love reading and I love exploring my creativity through writing.  Perhaps someday I will share my stories, perhaps not.  The point really is.  I love how even though I am in realtionship/lifestyles that to many seems perverted and abusive (which it really isn't...I love the abuse!!) and while Nana at times can seem mean and cruel (which she can be, but again, I love it!), Nana can also be extremely caring and compasionate.  During the day, when she is working or when she is busy... basically when we arn't really doing anything "adult" or "perverted", she has encouraged me to regress and slip into my "little space" (anyone who is into ageplay, will tell you about "little space")... I must admit it.  I love actaully truly feeling like a little girl!  I love drawing in my coloring book.  I love writing (and yes I write adult themed stories etc).  I love playing with my "stuffies" (stuffed animals).  I love watching cartoons etc.  I have even noticed that when I "play" with my stock trades etc, while in my little space, I seem to more sure of myself and in a way I feel more confident.   Anway, another thing Nana has encouraged is writing this blog.  She also allows me to search a look at Imagefap and Tumblr etc (I never said I wasn't a naughty girl, ha ha).  Of course with my chastity device, I can't do anything about my sexual excitement.  So Nana, is not concerned about that.  Although I admit I am sort of torturing myself (which is why I guess Nana allows it).  

      Anyway, to make a long story short, I am really starting to love my new life and lifestyle.  Of course I miss my former Mommy/Mistress (I have not heard from her, but Nana tells me she is also enjoying her own new marriage lifestyle), but I really feel like I am becoming the true type of Sissy I was meant to be.  Well it is almost lunch time (Nana made me Mac n' Chees with Hot dogs!! ) so I should be logging off.  Until next time my friends!  xoxo

     So I have now been living with Nana for just over a month and I am slowly adjusting to my new life.  Being a sissy toddler/baby 24/7 is certainly different than my pervious life (In the past my former Mistress/Mommy didn’t dabble into ageplay or AB play very often, although I wore diapers 24/7 it was more so I didn’t have to take bathroom breaks while doing housework.  She also never liked messy diapers etc).  Firstly I have to admit, I don’t miss being a maid at all!  I never liked cleaning, ha ha.  However, I will also admit being treated like a 2-4 year old 24/7 is filled with a lot of boredom.  Don’t take that as a complaint.  It is just true.  In the past most of my day was spent cleaning, doing laundry, cooking etc.  Now I spend most of my day either in a large playpen, or my cage like crib in my nursery, for hours at a time.  Sure Nana likes to play games with me.  Earlier today she used a remote controlled egg vibrator in my bum to tease me and make me squirm, while she watched TV, for example.  I am of course allowed to play with my stuffed animals, my dolls, and other baby type toys.  I have begun to understand how as adults we lose a lot of our imagination.  Real children can spend hours in their mind and can easily pass the time playing with such toys, but as adults we just get bored.  I can feel myself regressing to a younger age, which is good and I admit also liberating!  Of course I am not a real toddler/baby, I am a sissy baby.  A great example would be how Nana bought me a coloring book, unlike a real child’s coloring book however, mine is filled with “adult” images doing “adult” things I will never get to do.  Then I spent a good hour gratefully licking Nana’s ass.  Again, out of all the changes in the past month or so, it is the hours of boredom that is perhaps the most difficult to get used to.  Another example would be my bedtime.  After our usual 6pm dinner, I am given a bath, given my bedtime spanking, then dressed in a fresh diaper and pajamas (I just love footed sleepers btw), then I am locked in my crib and the lights turned off sometime between 7:30-8pm, where I spend the next 12 or more hours.  I try to stay awake as long as possible, most nights I am allowed to have my tablet (which is how I am writing this right now), because no matter how I try I can only seem to sleep 8 hours or so.   This is also probably the most time I wish I could masturbate (When Nana reads this I will be punished for such thoughts), but I understand and accept that such naughty behavior is not allowed and I am actually thankful that Nana has decided I will not be allowed to orgasm or cum anytime soon, let alone touch myself.  Nana really does know what is best for her sissy baby!!   Again, I also realize how I will be punished for my complaints (which I feel I am not really complaining), but Nana also encourages me to be honest, this is all part of the adjustment and training period, she says.   Oh I suddenly feel a cramp and the need to dirty my diaper!!!  Which reminds me, this was another fantasy of mine, I never really got to explore much in my previous life.  Although I admit, I now fully understand how much diaper rashes suck!!   Nana, is right of course, as time goes on I will grow more and more used and accustomed my regressed status.  Well so anyway, here I am, locked in my wooden cage like crib, dressed in 3 layers of disposable diapers underneath my pink and white Hello Kitty footed pajamas,  about to fill my diaper (which I seriously hope doesn’t leak!), sucking on my penis shaped pacifier, writing this blog.  I don’t have much more to say at this point, so I think I will watch a movie (an age and little girl appropriate movie of course!) and try to fall asleep before I make messies in my diaper (harder to fall asleep with a dirty diaper, not to mention I like waking up and knowing I wet and mess in my sleep).  That is all for now.  Goodnight!  XOXOXOX

I have been pretty pathetic all my life.   The other day I was recounting stories for Nanna, telling her my embarassing stories from my middle-high school and college days.  I had told all these stories to my Mommy before, but Nanna said I should share them publicly.  So not sure where to begin.   I have always been a little weakling, whimp.  As of right now (now in my 30s) I am only 5'6" and weigh about 150lbs.  I was never athletic.  It is easy to say I was the stereotypical geek/nerd.  This of course made me easy targets for bullies of all kinds growing up.  It doesn't help that I was (and still am) painfully shy, espeacially around women/girls.  Anyway, some of my classic pathetic sissy stories from my youth. 

My Parents divorced during my 6th grade year and around the middle of my 7th grade year my mother remarried.  With this marriage I got a older Step-Sister.  Both my Mother and my Step-Father just flat out loved and spoiled my step-sister who was 4 years older than me.  My step-sister of course didn't like me one bit (and still doesn't).  Of course looking back on it, I can't blame her.  I was constantly spying on her and stealing her panties and other clothes (and jerking off in them etc).  To her I was a little freak and pervert (which she called me all the time).  She was perhaps the most physical of my bullies growing up.  She loved to just flat out beat me up until I was in tears.  Which she never got in trouble for,  I would get in trouble though for bothering her or starting the fight (my step-father constantly called me a faggot, especially after finding out I was stealing her panties etc).  During my 8th grade year my step-sister shared with just about every one that I would steal her panties and wear them.   After this I resisted the urge to steal her panties for a long time and things died down between us a little (I still stole her panties from time to time, but now I wouldn't soil them and place them in the dirty clothes pile so they wouldn't go missing etc.  I also still spyed on her, but she was extra careful and I still got caught from time to time). 

During my freshman year in high school I was picked on a lot by bullies at school.  One older boy, a Junior, gave me a wedgie so hard that he completely ripped my underwear from my body.  The same boy would later pick on me so bad that I pissed myself  and would be sent home.   Another group of boys locked me in a locker after gym class, wearing nothing but my underwear, until a teacher had to free me.  All the while my step-sister and I would continue our fucked up relationship this year as well.  She would verbaly insult/humiliate me in front of her friends at school.  Calling me names, telling everyone that I was a panty sniffer etc.  After this year she would graduate and move on to college.  Her and I would never really speak or see each other again.  She does still continue to visit my our parents, I do not.  There was only one time we both went home for thanksgiving, I felt like she should have appolgized for her treatment of me, but she felt like I was the one who should appologize and that I deserved my treatment (the sad part is, she was right and I was wrong).  

My sophomore year actually was a rather quiet year.  I still got picked on by the bullies, but nothing to crazy.  Well except the time I was given a "swirly" (were your head/face is shoved into the toliet, the toliet is flushed) after I tried to stand up for myself.  There was also the time when a girl just yelled at me and called me names when I was being nice to her (she was right I was in love with her), told me to leave her alone and stop following her around like a puppy dog.  But I started to learn to hide and keep to myself a lot better.

My most of my Junior year was also fairly quiet...well that is until the spring semester anyway.  I had been fairly successful at hiding and avoiding my bullies (not to mention my worst bullies had graduated and moved on, and the stories my step-sister had become distant memories).  I actually had a fairly good year.  With the exception of my success with the girls (which would become a major theme for my life).  I tired to flirt and get a girl-friend, but every time I got the "I like you as a friend" speech.  The "friend-zone" as so many people like to call it.  However, I was able to convince a rather nice girl (also from the lower level geek/nerd social status) to go out with me and we dated for several months.  This would be perhaps my only real girl-friend in my entire life.  However...then came one day, I was unable to avoid the bullies.  In all my wisdom, I had tried to play soccer, which I was terrible and really only sat the bench.  After practice one day, a couple of the guys were picking on me and my girlfriend, ask me if I had fucked her yet etc (I woud leave high school a virgin).  I tried once again (like an idiot) to stand up for myself.  I found myself in the locker room... wearing nothing but my tighty whity underwear... getting man handled, held and punched by 3 or 4 boys.  I pissed myself again, to howls of laughter.  They then tossed me into the showers (I had done a very good job until this point of avoiding the whole school shower thing) and that is when they discovered my little secret (yes I am talking about my small penis).  To my horror, things were not over,  I was quickly smuggled (wet and naked) out of the boys locker room and thrown into the girls locker room.   I was suspended from school for 3 days (even though it was not my fault), my girl friend broke up with me, but to make matters worse... I would be known as "peanut" for the rest of my high school days.  

My senior year would pass pretty much uneventufully.  I never got another girlfriend in high school.  I quit playing sports and trying to fit in with the more popular crowd.  I would hang out with my other nerd/geek friends on the weekends.  I avoided my bullies and was able to graduate high school with very high honors and move on to college (my nickname "peanut" was shouted out when I went to get my diploma at graduation), where I would have even more embarassing stories.  But I will save those for another post.

How about you!?  Do you have any embarassing stories from Middle/High School?  I would love to hear your stories.  Please share!!