💋 The Official Sissy Code of Honour 💋

By Steve Butler — very, very gay, very, very girly, and completely in love with being a sissy.

🌸 Article I — I Shall Always Be Soft

I am not hard. I am not rough. I am soft.

My emotions are not a weakness — they are a feminine gift.
I am allowed to cry. To whimper. To pout when I don’t feel pretty.
I honour the sweet, gentle ache in my chest when I blush, when I’m called a good girl, when I’m held like I matter.

🩷 I do not strive for strength — I strive for surrender.
🩷 I am open, I am emotional, and I let my girly heart lead me.

👗 Article II — I Shall Dress the Way I Feel Inside

I am not meant for jeans or boxers or “men’s wear.”
I am meant for dresses. For skirts. For anything that sways, clings, hugs, or flows with feminine grace.

🌷 I belong in sheer tights.
🌷 I belong in frills, bows, lace, and blush pink.
🌷 I dress not to pass as a woman — but to become my sissy self.
The realest me appears when my skirt is smoothed, my legs are tucked, and my panties are adorably matched to my bra.

💋 Article III — I Shall Adore My Reflection

When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a man.
I see her. My sissy self. My soft side. The girl inside.

I take my time with my makeup because I’m worth it.
I reapply my gloss. I tilt my head. I giggle when my eyeliner looks just right.

💄 The mirror is where I flirt with myself.
💄 Where I remember that I’m girly, and gorgeous, and glowing.

👠 Article IV — I Shall Walk Like a Girl

I do not stomp. I do not stride. I do not slouch.

I swish.
I sway.
I mince.

Every click of my heel, every flutter of my hips, every sissy sway of my tucked little walk says it all.

👠 I am feminine.
👠 I am gay.
👠 I am a sissy girl and I walk like it. Even when I’m trembling.

💄 Article V — I Shall Speak Sweetly

My voice is soft.
My words are sweet.
My tone is tender.

I let myself giggle, coo, whimper, pout. I do not bark. I do not shout. I do not dominate.

🎀 I speak like the good girl I am —
gentle, flirty, sometimes shy, sometimes playfully needy.

I whisper “yes sir” when I’m called pretty, and I mean it.

🌈 Article VI — I Shall Embrace My Gay Desires

I am very, very gay.

I adore men. I ache for their attention, their approval, their adoration.
I don’t just want their gaze — I want to be their girl.

💋 I want to be their sissy.
💋 I want to melt under their hands.
💋 I want to serve, please, obey, and be desired.

I am not straight. I am not dominant.
I am gay, soft, submissive, and sissy to my core.

🩷 Article VII — I Shall Never Apologize for Being a Sissy

I am not ashamed.
I am not broken.
I am not “too much.”

I am a sissy.
A proud, swishy, blushing, mincing, giggling, soft-skinned sissy tgirl.

👗 I don’t need permission.
💄 I don’t need approval.
👠 I am enough. And adorable. And exactly right.

Being a sissy is not a phase. It is my truth.
And I will never, ever apologize for being who I am.

🩸 Article VIII — I Shall Honour My Sissy Cycle

There are days when my sissy femininity blooms even more.

When I need to feel tender.
When I need to wear a Tampax.
When I need to curl up in panties and whisper “It’s my time…”

During these sacred, fluttery moments, I am softest.
I hold my tummy. I blush more. I feel weak. And I love it.

🩷 My sissy cycle is real to me.
🩷 It connects me to girlhood.
🩷 It makes me feel complete.

And I will always honour it — with my Tampax, with my softness, and with utter surrender.

💖 Signed in Lipstick

By Steve Butler
Your swishing, mincing, blushing, fluttering, very gay sissy girl 💋