Journal
Sissy training is guided feminisation under a Dominant woman: dressing, makeup, posture, voice and behaviour, shaped over one session or an ongoing training arrangement. In Sydney it is offered by a small number of experienced Mistresses in private, discreet spaces. I train sissies at all levels, from the curious to the devoted.
No two sissies arrive at my door wanting the same thing. Some crave the transformation itself: the stockings, the wig, the painted mouth, seeing a different creature in the mirror. Some want the surrender that comes with it, being told what to wear, how to stand, how to speak, how to please. Others want the sweeter humiliation of being made pretty and paraded, praised as a good girl one breath and reminded what a slut they are the next. Training can hold all of it.
You do not need to own a single feminine thing to begin. Tell me what stirs you in your screening form and arrive as yourself; the rest happens in my space. We move at the pace your nerve allows. For some that is lingerie under your suit and nothing more. For others it is the full transformation by the end of the first hour. There is no test to fail. There is only the version of you that has been waiting.
The sissies who flourish are the trained ones. Regular sessions build a progression: your posture corrected, your rituals set, your wardrobe growing piece by piece, your name earned. Between sessions, tasks and protocols keep you mine. This is where sissy play becomes sissy training, and where the deepest satisfaction lives, for you and for me. You can read more about how I work on my sessions page.
Everything stays in my space: your clothing can live with me between sessions, nothing follows you home, and no one sees you arrive or leave who should not. Most of my sissies are professional men whose colleagues could never imagine them in seams and heels. That contrast is half the pleasure. If you are new to all of this, start with my first timer's guide.
Somewhere under the suit is a good girl waiting to be trained.