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2017 IS THE YEAR OF MEXIT

31 December 2016 by Lady Alexa 44 Comments

2016 was the year of Brexit, British exit from the EU and I’m hoping that 2017 will be the year of Mexit: my sissy husband Alice’s Masculinity exit.

Unlike the Brexit decision, I don’t intend to hold a democratic referendum vote largely because I’m the Head of State in my home and I don’t want to.

The Masculinity Exit will not be under the EU treaty number 50 but will instead use my prerogative as Head of State for my home to invoke Article 50 of my FLR Treaty we have which states that in our home I am the boss and Alice submits to me as my sissy.

Winter Nights

3 December 2016 by Lady Alexa 8 Comments

Well it’s become quite cold here in London, minus 4C the other night, about 25F. Despite the heating being on full blast this does mean that Alice is permitted to wear something a little warmer than the little bimbo skirts I’ve been forcing her to wear in recent weeks.

Girls’ Grooming

1 October 2016 by Lady Alexa 20 Comments

I enjoy Saturdays. I know we all do if we don’t have to work but in recent years they have become even more special. Saturday afternoon is generally girls’ time. Alice has always looked after herself even when she looked after himself in the personal hygiene and grooming areas. Now she’s a girl she’s found out that it’s a whole new level of grooming.

RELUCTANT FEMINISATION

26 September 2016 by Lady Alexa 22 Comments

Reluctant feminisation is a term I’ve seen recently which I quite like. It better describes what is usually called forced feminisation which, let’s face it, is never really forced.

I like the term reluctant as I think it describes Alice’s approach more accurately, she likes the feminisation game but has been reluctant to embrace the lifestyle more permanently. She needs a little push now and then.

HUSBAND IN A SKIRT

19 January 2015 by Lady Alexa Leave a Comment

I was working late one Friday evening as I needed to get a few loose ends tied up before the weekend. I didn’t want to be working on Saturday. At least my sissy husband was at home preparing the dinner while dressed in a skirt or maybe a dress.

At 8.30pm, I was finished and I called my sissy husband. “Hello, Sissy, I’ll be at the station at 9.15pm. I want you pick me up in the car at the station I’m too tired.” And then a thought came to me. I I told her. “And I want you to meet me in a skirt.”

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