Hello! My name is Lana.

[Sofia Lana]

Hi! I'm writing to you from Central Europe!

 I'm middle-aged and still very active. I'm in my late forties!
I feel alone a lot. I'm lonely a lot. I thought I'd tell you what's been going on in my life.

If you're interested, please follow my writings... 

Lana

[Michelle]

Hello Sofia Lana, welcome to this forum. It has many wonderful people here. Looking forward to hearing more from you. Femforever and praise be to Womyn and Gynarchy 💋

[Sofia Lana]

Thank you very much, Miss Michelle! I will try to behave well and meet the requirements of the forum! 

[Michelle]

Hi Sophia Lana, just to let you know, I am a sissy and I love it. Praise be to Womyn and Gynarchy 💋

[Sofia Lana]

Well! I have a free afternoon and I'd like to write about myself!


So I'm from Central Europe, Hungary....

Since I was a little girl, I've been curious about why I have to dress in blue, wear strange uncomfortable pants, and why the boys in class beat me up! Why is my best friend a girl, why do I envy her hair, her dress with bows....

I grew up in a nice family, nothing critical, my mother and father were working people who lived on a salary.
My mother noticed it, but she tried to suppress the girlish feelings in me. My father knew it too, because he saw me later, at the age of twenty, wearing a thigh-high corset under my boyish pants! They never scolded me, they always envied me. In the eighties and nineties, this would not have been accepted! And they would have been very ashamed... Don't forget, back then there was communism, the Iron Curtain, and a harsh system.... The end is true, but no one knew this in advance!

The Eastern-Central European system also changed... and for me before the turn of the millennium it was completely normal to wear girly panties and only have female friends.

Sorry, I see here, no one talks about sexuality, if it doesn't belong here please warn me, I'll correct the writing.

So I didn't have sex with a girl. And not even with a boy. I was a virgin, I didn't want to change it.. I discovered my body, I tried to shape it into what I imagined the real one would be like.

Being separated from home, in high school, there were many times when the money I received from home was not enough. I tried to save, I didn't go to parties, I didn't spend extra money...

Except when I was eating. I liked it when my stomach was full.

And if I wanted to buy underwear, or women's jeans, a boy's T-shirt in a girly color. I really liked wearing panties back then, especially tights. There was barely any money left at the end of the month, school fees, food, a few small things.....

A friend of mine said she was going to a family to babysit, and she paid really well, and she could eat and drink as much as she wanted. She would put the child to bed early in the evening, and then she would watch TV and eat...

I got really encouraged and started looking for work. Especially for afternoon and evening hours....

The ad I found wasn't really for a boy, but I've never felt like a boy... So it wasn't a problem, they were looking for someone to clean and tidy up!

Originally they wanted a girl. The lady was confused at first, but when I applied and went to the house in person, the owner lady liked me anyway...

We talked a lot about me, and her husband came home and she liked me too!

He asked me if this kind of work wouldn't bother me as a boy, but since I said it often and that I would be happy to do it, he approved...

They showed me the apartment and told me what we wanted. Minimal order, and daily cleaning. Easy work, since I did it at home a lot when I lived with my parents, it was no problem.

There was one secret, you had to get to know the apartment and where everything was.

Nice two-story house, big staircases, big spaces. Big garden, huge garage, huge terraces on the first and the ground floor, lots of rooms...

Beautiful floors, a house for real rich people!
They didn't even go up to the floor, it was almost unused!

I took the job and got a key. I knew the alarm codes, I had access to every room. They never told me when I could go, they let me go. The main thing was to get the job done.

Sometimes my lady asked me to take the big car and buy everything on the list. I never lacked money, and I found her very reliable!

[Sofia Lana]

I had been working there for at least a month, but there was one thing I had never seen. Washed clothes, or dried clothes, I never put away the clean clothes! I obviously knew the house, I knew where the bedroom was, and that there were closets in it...

One day, (Later it turned out that the Lady wanted to test me because she felt I was different... a real Sissy) (they talked a lot about me, they knew I was a Sissy even better than I knew) My lady, ordered me from the laundry room, to take all the clothes that were dry up to the room. To fold them, and She would put them in the closet.

I was already at the end of the cleaning, and I was alone in the house. I almost went out the door when I remembered the extra task!

I threw my bag on the floor in the kitchen and ran back to get the fresh clothes. I really liked that room, big mirrors, always a good smell, my wife's long or shorter dresses were hanging one after another. They were beautiful... beautiful... they were wrapped in foil, untouchable for me.. I didn't dare touch them, I knew what effect they would have on me. I didn't want to ruin it... I loved this job, the hosts were very nice. It paid well, and it felt good to have them trust me.

All the fresh clothes were a huge pile. I even cursed to myself, ohh this is going to be a lot... I put them in a basket. I saw that there was something in it that looked like lace or a more intimate piece of clothing..

I tried to shift my attention...

When I got to the bedroom, the thought had already occurred to me, maybe I would find something sexy in it...




There were some home clothes in it, and some of the Lady's simpler but still pretty clothes...

I couldn't help myself and for a moment I measured them for myself. I spun around in front of the mirror with the beautiful floral dress that reached above the knees, feeling a little sorry that the dress couldn't be mine, I put it on a hanger and put it on the outside hanger. Then there were my Lord's trousers, lots of shirts, ties, cufflinks. I folded everything on the shelf and placed it as my Lady had asked, Finally I noticed my Lady's underwear...

They were wonderful satin, lacy, black, purple and red panties. With a matching bra, a garter belt.. With lots of thigh-high stockings. They were so beautiful, I touched them with trembling hands, looking around a little so that no one would see, I smelled my Lady's panties. I could smell their distinct beautiful scent.

I have never seen such magnificent underwear before...

I felt myself twitching down there several times, I touched my small but semi-hard **** several times...

I had to restrain myself from continuing and not enjoying myself shamelessly....

With a pounding heart, I tried to fold everything to the best of my ability and put it in order so that, Madam, it would only go into the closet, into the drawer.




I was completely under her influence... I didn't want to get in trouble, but I had to know!! I wanted.... I wanted to know what was in my Mistress's closet...

I HURTED!!

This beautiful closet was the most beautiful closet of my life.. My Mistress owned selected beauties, sets...

Handmade laces that I could only dream of... the majestic fluffy bras... the steel-braided corsets, everything was a wonderful piece.

I couldn't hold back and rummaged through it, took out a few and tried them on... My little **** twitched with pleasure...

I knew I wanted one, I had to have it and that was it.

I also knew it was Friday afternoon, my Mistress doesn't wash on the weekend.
I'll definitely come the next day. I put the closet back, arranged everything I could find back in its place. I carefully locked the closet...

I ran out to the laundry room, I knew I would find a piece of underwear that I could go home in, sleep in at night, and bring back the next day.
I knew it seemed like the perfect plan!

At the end of the hallway, I dug into the assorted clothes.

I took out my Mistress's black satin lace-edged high-cut thong. I smelled it, it was divinely delicious, intoxicating....

I took off my boy shorts and put on my panties in front of the mirror. Down there, they were a little sticky from my Mistress, but it was even more exciting! I adjusted them a little in front, I felt amazingly beautiful...

I thought about finding the bra part, but I definitely couldn't take it with me, I was wearing a thin old T-shirt. Surely anyone who came across me would have noticed..... I found it, inhaled my wife's scent thoroughly, and finally threw it on top of the pile.
I quickly got dressed, grabbed my pants and bag, locked the house, and headed to college...

I didn't wear thongs often. But they were all too tight or uncomfortable to wear. This material and cut felt like silk was hugging me.... it was a very comfortable, practical, and incredibly sexy piece.

At home, I imagined the whole set on me, I was a little sorry I didn't bring all the parts with me. I caressed myself, rocked my hips, fantasized about what kind of dick my wife's husband might have...

Later that night, lying on the bed, my hand accidentally strayed there. The feeling was so intense that like a cheeky girl, I came screaming softly... everything went numb, it was fantastic...

So much so that I quickly fell asleep...

[Sofia Lana]

The next day I woke up half an hour earlier. I took off my panties, smelled them... I'm sorry, but instead of my delicious Lady's scent, I was greeted by a penetrating sperm scent. I grimaced a little, but rinsed myself with plain water. I thought, since it was Saturday, if I ran through around noon, I would quickly finish my tasks, hide the fabulous panties in the pile, and I would be free in the evening.

When I arrived, the laundry room was empty. The panties were still in my pocket. There was nowhere to hide them, and they were even wet, with a slight sperm scent.

Guided by a simple idea, I threw them behind the washing machine. As if they had just gotten mixed in there. I completed the task in the house. My mistress even offered me lunch, but I didn't accept it. I ran home, it's finally the weekend, I can eat chips and watch a good movie...



The next day I thought I would go to work very early, I wanted to get ready for school in the afternoon and have a good chocolate with a friend.

I arrived at 10 o'clock. I had a separate key, I didn't bother anyone.

In the middle of the hall, where I take off my shoes and change into my slippers, there was a sheet of paper in the middle of the table. In the middle were the still wet, crumpled, black panties... that I had borrowed...
my heart reacted immediately. It was pounding, I could barely hold it. I acted like I didn't notice.

My mistress and her husband were sitting in the living room. I greeted them softly, but no answer came!

They were in deep conversation. I knew they heard I arrived. I knew it was a big deal!

I started packing and tidying up. I was in deep. I knew this might be my last day. I was frustrated, I loved being there, and I was in trouble again because of finances, I overspent again. I needed this job....

So ten minutes later, I was in the kitchen cleaning the table. When I noticed from the corner of my eye that my husband was standing behind me, watching me work...

"... I bet it looks great on your ass..." he said!!!!

I thought I was going to collapse, I suddenly felt dizzy, I felt sick, I wanted to throw up...

I turned to face him, I felt very sick.

When I was about to ask him in my own defense what he was talking about, the Lady immediately entered.

Suddenly an elephant stepped on my chest. I couldn't breathe.

My lady, she smiled a little strangely. She never smiled, she was always neutral. But now she smiled mockingly, while her husband, looked at her with a stern look.

I looked down at the ground... and was about to explain some lie when my mistress interrupted me loudly...

"...we both want to see it! You little perverted ****..."

My mistress continued...

"We knew from the first moment that you two are different.."

She would have continued, but as I was, I collapsed on the floor, fainted...

[Sofia Lana]

Luckily, when I fell to the floor, nothing happened to me, my neck and side hurt a little... but it was more than bearable...

When I woke up, the woman was kneeling next to me and holding my head, the man was lifting my legs, my pants were unbuttoned so they wouldn't be tight.

I looked down, my little girl's cotton panties were clearly visible. With the little pink bow on the front....






For my part, I was absolutely sure that this was the end of it... they would throw me out. Or my wife would deduct the price of the panties from my salary.. Which would probably have been unaffordable for me.
I started to cry because I knew I was full of debt, and as a little pervert as I am, I had behaved disgustingly....

When I realized it, I focused on the woman's face, accepting what she was going to give. Obviously, she probably wouldn't slap me after this, although I deserved it.... She would simply tell me what a disgusting pervert I was... and send me to hell..

I waited for the humiliating sentences, I looked for their eyes.
The silence was already excruciating...

I felt better, and I wanted to get up to apologize. I should resign, return the key, and insure the couple, I will pay back the financial damages once I have a new job and money...

When I took a deep breath to start with my eyes downcast, they almost said in unison that I should not leave, and that we should talk about it....

the woman began, "... as I said, you liked me on the first day. I knew I needed you, and you needed me."

And they told me that they were looking for a girl for this job. And they never thought I would be so suitable for it. At the time, I didn't fully understand.

A few sentences later, they simultaneously said that they wanted a girl who was femininely sexy, inspiring, teachable, and capable of being educated, as a maid. Furthermore, the woman said that they both found me sexually attractive. And they were glad that I was a girl. Meanwhile, the woman pointed her finger at my panties...

I didn't even have time to look up, so much had been said, the man lowered my legs to the floor, and then I noticed his huge **** in his pants. It was strangely big... I wasn't an expert on male ****, I had obviously seen a few in pictures, and I found the body part very attractive. Through the pants, it somehow made it look thicker, bulkier, bigger. It wasn't long, though. It just towered....

As I turned around and could have looked the woman in the eye, she was holding her thighs so that I could see the divine underwear she was wearing under her skirt....

Of course, I could hardly take my eyes off one of them...

It was clear, the panties were soaked, you could almost smell the goddess' scent.





The man helped me up. He held my hand softly, almost leading me. I felt he really wanted to be near me, he wanted my company...
His kindness and beautiful words penetrated my soul, he was ready to help, it felt good. The woman, even in front of me, straightened up and said to her husband, "...bring me after me..." with instructions... The woman, who had been neutral until now but was beautiful throughout, a classically majestic woman who was very measured, suddenly began to speak with instructions, a little condescending, very measured first words...

We entered the living room, there were deep-seated armchairs there, I never sat in them, I only cleaned them. When I caught up with the woman, the man had been leading. The woman turned around, pulled down her pants, I was standing in front of them in my cute bow-tied panties. He simply pushed me into the soft armchair which was so deep, my knees were higher than my hips. I was completely surprised when I sat on my ass, she ordered the man "... take off his pants..." ...

There was hardly any hair on my legs. I've never been a hairy type.... I wanted to cover my panties in front, but it was useless..

My pubic hair was there. I didn't trim it, cut it, or shave it then. I didn't even dare to speak....

The woman stroked my legs the whole time. She said it was beautiful. She took her hands off me. With her mid-length skirt stretched wide, so that there was a visible imprint of the pantyhose holder underneath...

[Sofia Lana]

"....You have 2 options, sissy.

First! I'll call the police, that there's a pervert in my house. He soiled my underwear, trampled on my good faith, deceived my family. I'll spread the news to your friends, your school, and your family... I'll kick you out of everywhere...

Or!!! You stay with us.

But not like before.

If you say yes and stay with us, everything will change....."

My brain just clicked, and suddenly I realized that I wasn't even looking at the woman's eyes, but rather at her legs and the shadow of her holder... she was a beautiful woman. Always pretty, well-groomed, majestic...

Meanwhile, the next moment my mind was on the man's pants, why were they so big...

I tried to concentrate, but these were the things that were on my mind, and last but not least, I was sitting in a string of panties in front of an amazingly beautiful woman and a hard-bodied man was standing next to me, both of whom wanted answers.

I remembered some kind of complaint and the police in her sentences.

I immediately said, "...please don't do it, I don't want to end up in the hands of the police..."

The woman, feeling completely in the saddle, ordered me to stand up. The man helped me up, looking at his pants, they were still the same size as before, maybe even bigger. Or I could only look at them from very close up. The pants weren't ugly or disgusting, I was really curious about them, why they were like that....

The woman looked into my eyes while she grabbed my little ****, causing a lot of pain at first, then a little later,

".... okay sissy, as you wish. My husband hasn't been satisfied for months since he got the old maid pregnant and I kicked him out....

I don't have sex with my husband. I'm only willing to be with him for his money, who otherwise loves me and I'm his goddess... I keep a lover of course, but sometimes I also need a little girl to lick me there..." and she pulled up her skirt until her panties were properly visible..."
A majestic look, beautiful well-groomed beauty and the packaging is fantastic...

I opened my mouth, seeing the first **** of my life... even if she had pulled my head on her right away.. I wouldn't have resisted.. sure..




"... Well, sissy, I see you like what you can get... now I'll choose a name for you! You'll be Sofia, because the previous maid used that name too.
And Lana, that makes it clear to everyone, you're an Anal Slave at our house..

From now on, if we shout at you, that's what we'll call you.

From now on, when you enter the house, you'll immediately take off your boyish clothes that don't suit you at all.
You'll wear a cleaning lady's outfit. With women's makeup, women's shoes, stockings... If you behave well, you can wear a wig so that it's not too humiliating in front of the guests....."

I was so surprised, I couldn't even speak. I just joked, and the woman just acted as if I had answered yes to everything.

I had no idea it existed... and I didn't know how much I would want this couple to take full advantage of me and use me in their lives.

The man led me upstairs, holding my elbow, the woman in front of me, swinging her magnificent backside in her high-heeled shoes like a panther... I couldn't take my eyes off her. I felt the man slightly ahead of me, and I would have bet he was looking at my ass, and he definitely had a plan...

My mistress stopped in front of one of the small rooms, which was an attic room, opened the door, and pointed inside.

When I entered, the man stayed outside. The woman said, you'll find everything you need here. She threw a dark blue Takarito dress from the closet onto the bed. It didn't reach mid-thigh. With one step or minimal bending, my ass was clearly visible in it...

The woman tore off my outstretched shirt, caressed my face, while I wanted to cover my tiny ****...

She ordered. "You have no right to hide your little thing from me...." Put your hands behind your back."

With that, she bent down and pushed my panties to the ground. Around my ankles, she clasped my legs. The woman entered between my legs and onto my panties. With that, holding my panties down, I stood naked in front of her and my own panties made it impossible for me to move away even a little...





with a wide mocking smile, the beautiful woman said "... you are mine Lana. I have always wanted a little mix like you... you will satisfy all my desires... and my husband's....! But remember only when I allow it!!..."

With that he reached into the closet and took out a small metal device. A white lace French panties, and a white bra!
He pointed to the bed.

"... sit down Lana. I was hoping you would say yes and you were not a fool to end up in the hands of the police..." with that he looked me in the eye and stepped closer and while I sat on the edge of the bed, he roughly pushed my legs apart.! "... don't think Lana I won't do it if you don't obey me! I'll take you to the police, and you'll go to jail, honey..."
He reached for the small sink in silence, and with the help of soap and water, he very professionally removed the hair from my bottom with a few strokes with the razor. I almost didn't notice, but he was already done with my butthole! I was completely clean and hairless in a few seconds!

"... Lana, always keep this clean. If you don't, I'll punish you for it..."

while he placed a metal ring around my small soft **** with relatively rough movements, the warmth of his touch was exciting, the movements of the phlegm were moderate...

I had no idea what punishment meant, but I definitely wanted to avoid the police and jail..

Meanwhile, I already thought it was natural that he was poking and working in the most intimate place. Fixing something....

Sometimes pulling the skin would cause pain but also a lot of excitement, when I looked down from his eyes, he had just placed an interesting little cage on my tiny ****...

" Lana, this will stay like this. You are a very bad pervert boy..., you enjoyed yourself and used my panties without my permission. So now this will stay with you. You will have a chance to adjust it and get used to it during the day. I will check it several times. But I will probably approve it and you will wear it...."

He ordered me to stand up and pulled the panties up to my knees. He ordered me to pull them up in place. Finally, he gave me my flat training bra, which was fastened with 12 clasps in the back. It was quite tight, it was true that it had a shaping effect, and it was quite tight. His hands were quick and practical. He had a lot of practice in dressing. He took out a pair of black tights and after a few seconds I just had to adjust them. She gave up the dark blue dress that had to be buttoned and zipped at the back. The dress was quite tight, I felt it want to slide up with every move. My ass was easily visible anyway. We stopped at the door to put on mascara and lipstick. A pair of medium-high, but for me at the time, high-heeled textile boots were waiting at the door. With a large lace-up, so that they could handle a full-day cleaning job, support her ankles, but still be feminine..

She pushed me out the door where her husband was already waiting for us. The whole thing didn't last longer than ten minutes....

The woman pushed me in front of her to move towards the stairs.
I heard the man tell the woman it would be good and wonderful...

[Sofia Lana]

They talked about me as if I wasn't even there.
I was really ashamed that my butt was sticking out, I tried to take the dress off, but I never managed to take it off even to the middle of my thigh. If I raised my hand or bent over, my dress would immediately slide up, showing my ass completely.
I was still walking down the stairs, which were quite steep, and I almost fell in my high heels.

The small chastity belt squeezed me so tightly in front that I could feel my tiny **** throbbing... the woman pushed me towards the door...

She stopped me at the front door! And she told me. If I don't pull myself together and behave like a woman, she will simply push me out into the street like this...

She grabbed my armpit and pointed to the paper on the floor where the panties I had previously soiled were resting.

"... now sissy Lana, bend down and kiss my shoes..." she pushed down and laughed loudly...

She slapped my protruding ass with a huge slap, which made me scream.

I slowly started kissing the toe of his shoe, I felt my teen **** grow... it was a terrible feeling. The steel handled it easily and held it in place...

He slapped my ass two or three more times. He laughed heartily while doing so.

Then he got serious and said

"Take it in your mouth..." and pointed to the beautiful textile soaked in wet cum and filled with my mistress's juice that was forgotten on the sheet of paper!

"You keep it in your mouth until I say you can take it out..." he said and stuffed it deep into my mouth with his index finger.

I woke up when he ordered me to do so and pushed me towards the apartment.

"... you've wasted too much time Sissy, that's not why we hire you, to show off and enjoy your life with my **** in your mouth.... get out of here and do your job..."

The man stood in front of me in the living room and watched what was happening. It was already obvious what was in his pants, getting bigger and bigger...

The taste of his juicy cum-filled panties became very delicious after he took the heat of his mouth and the juices leaked...

The man stayed in the living room and sat on the couch. The woman came after me and watched what I was doing from a few meters away. In the meantime, she sometimes told me what to do and shouted loudly if I was busy pulling on my clothes and not working...



She gave me forty minutes of instructions. Of course, everything was very uncomfortable. The little **** was numb, it hurt a little. It wasn't used to anything holding it back. It had never been big. A few inches. But it was always moving, and now the steel, easily held it in one place. My heels were starting to give out, even though these special lace-up shoes seemed comfortable. I would have gladly gotten rid of the bra, you could feel it was several sizes smaller than my size. The dress slipping up didn't bother me so much anymore, I didn't have time to constantly adjust it.

When I felt the leash a little loose, and the woman wasn't close, I took the opportunity and adjusted my little ****, pulling up my skirt and reaching under her stockings and panties. I leaned against the corner of the table and massaged my feet...

I didn't even notice, but there the woman was standing behind me.

Almost immediately, out loud,

" Can't you perverts be left alone for a moment?? You masturbate right away and cheat right away and rest?? ..."

" I'll show you, " and with that the woman pushed me onto the table next to me, the man immediately grabbed both of my wrists and pulled me towards him. My ass was right at table level, my upper body on the table. The man was already grinning, the woman was expecting this too.

The woman pulled up my dress, and down my stockings and panties... all the way to my ankles. She stomped on the floor.

I didn't know what to expect yet. But as the woman took a wooden spoon from the kitchen table, I already felt that I could not count on anything good...

"Pull it out and count it... I want it!! "

And with that came the first blow. I thought it was some kind of joke when the pain came.
Then again....

"I'll hit you until you say 1..."

Then I was screaming and kicking, I didn't even remember to count.
By the time I realized I had to say something, I had already received about four...

Then came two, three and more....

At twenty-five, he stopped. I saw him shaking, he was terribly excited...

It hurt so much I couldn't move for a long time. The man's hard **** was knocking against the edge of the table twenty centimeters from my mouth...

That's what the woman said

"I hope you noticed..."

and he pushed a thick plug into my virgin ass that had never really been in anything before. I felt it hurt and it was big... too big. but I let go, my tears didn't even come... I just trembled and sniffed.

I felt him take my virginity, yes now I was his.

"this will stay in until I take it out sissy... your walk will be cuter..."

With that he left, the woman went into their room. The man still had my hand pressed to the table. Within a few minutes we heard both of us come screaming but moderately... Mistress was a notorious masturbator...

The knock was Mistress' husband's chastity belt.
She locked it. She very rarely let me go.

When I moved in with them, I licked Mistress's **** every day, of course always so that her husband could see what I was doing.
Maybe a few months later she let him go and freed her husband to **** me. My Mistress obviously watched the whole thing.

My mistress had a serious cancer. Therefore, every penetration was a serious pain for her if she endured it.

After five years, we lost her. That's how the husband became my master.

After another seventeen years, as a maid and a well-trained slave girl, I was freed. Unfortunately, last year I lost the man too.

I am actively looking for my partner. I am trying to update myself with the trends and needs. I am not very young anymore. So I probably will not have a relationship like I had before....

That's all for now!


And sorry bad english...

[Adeline]

Hello Sissy Sofia Lana, Lovely to meet you and welcome to the forum. Nice introduction. Enjoyed reading your story.

[Sofia Lana]

Thank you very much, you are kind!! I am happy if you accept and like my writing!! I am trying to contribute to your feminization with a lot of experience!! Kisses, and Love

[lindakaray]

Hello Sofia,
You are such a lovely sissy. dou you have instagram?

[Sofia Lana]

Hi Dear! I'm really sorry. I don't mix well on these platforms! And I hate it when they force me to register here or there or there are such and such conditions... Google is not my friend, and I don't like Facebook or Instagram... these are aggressive sites for me. By the way, I acquired my digital knowledge in a self-taught way, after the death of my Master.. I was forced to. Because this world.. unfortunately, this is the only way I can access it myself.. I'm happy to talk to you anytime, feel free to contact me privately or I'll be happy to answer here too... hugs... Sofia