If I were the first sissy in space, I would narrate every experience for posterity in Sissydom.  Amen.

In that spirit, I must report, now at 08:35, I'm so pleasantly stoned that I may embark upon a real-time narrative.

Or, using words, I'm as stoned as shit and I'm going to try to describe it.  Never tried that before.  Goodluck.

It's not just that my fingers feel like eggplants, and my eyes follow independent trajectories.  It's more inside my head.

Being high is primarily sexual.  I get higher and I get hornier in sync.  In the interval since the last period, there elaspsed a grinding, gasping orgasmic spell.  It was ten minutes.  It was thirty seconds.  Dunno.

Dunked like a teabag into a roiling, seeping stew of feminization. Stoned is saturated to the core with efeminate need.  Dressed feels so necessary; so right.  The moment I broke was when trying to resist feminization felt submissive and aroused me.  Eveerslightlymore.  

Feels so good in the body.  Loose, slightly twitchy, sensual.  I imagine that it's how femininity feels.  It's obviously classical conditioning, but it works.  

Just now another implosive mindgasm!  It's a wave of sexuality, and it seems to resonate.  It builds out of nowhere, whammo! Every physical sensation is tuned to the frequency of SENSELESSLY HORNY SISSY!  Frequency overloaded.  Trying to make sense, and even the muddled sense that I'm trying to think feels submissively erotic.  My mind suddenly a whirl of sexual images; all submissive, humiliated, and dripping with lust.  Fingers gently twitch on the keyboard.

And suddenly an alternative consciousness arises, as if out of a fog.  Just as stoned, but somewhow more external, or internal, I don't know which.  The only common things are the intensity of feminization, and that every sensation had pleasant sexual artifacts.

This will be interesting to read when straight.

I AM A MIND-FUCKED SISSY FAGGOT COCK SUCKER HYPNOSLAVE. 

Well, I guess I needed to get that out of my system.  "Getting it out", in fact included an episode of near-orgasmic moaning outside on the deck.  Oh, the sun felt wonderful in that cool air!  I looked how I felt, and it aroused me to let others see. Aroused to the edge of dilerium.  

It's no wonder that the first instinct upon arrival is to continue the stay.  It's going to be a long four days.  (09:23)

/H 

...but the narrative continues.  I signed off six minutes ago to a resonant explosion of submissive feminized arousal that left me twitching with glee.  It pounds me yet, in waves of incapacitating arousal.  

Apparently it was time to float mindlessly up the stairs, as evidenced by the fact that it's what my body did.  I'm pink sissy gurl now, with new strappy black heels from my retail food fest in Greensboro.  I am one continuous lightning strike of arousal.  Submissive arousal.  Yet part of my brain is asking if it's time for a wee bit more of the weed.  It's the tactical subchannel that asks, "Is this as high is she goes?  What precise moment to light the second stage?

I'm forgetting things now, from moment to moment.  They seemed important. Whoopf!  They are gone. (09:50)

/H ...again 

(10:13) Hi again.  The joy of narratrive propels me, especially one as self-absorbed as this one.

After protracted deliberation, I have chosen Option B.  No, the question was never whether to get high again.  Perish the thought!  The question was how to do it, whether vaped or eaten. I elected to perform an experiment on the canibutter in the freezer, so test amounts for potency.  At 10:20 I'm currently finishing a piece of toast with about 1/3 Tsp of yummy green butter.  In order to add danger to the experiment, I shall wash down the toast with OJ laced with THC oil; the bottle reading 10mg/mL.  

In the meanwhile, I'm feeling very fine.  Just humming along on a taught balance of arousal, submission, feminization, stimulation.   

 (11:15) Yes, I'm still here!  After consumption of green toast I succembed to a lovely compulsion to change.  I'm in blue stockings and blue ankle-strap heels with a teddy on top in blue and cream.  

I passed much of the last hour listening to Sissy Acceptance.  It was a lovely deep trance, with roller coastering waves of stonedness. Now I'm awake, blue, and horny.  But not really very effected by the toast, and after an hour it be peaking.  This probably means...

...Ta Da!...

...the sudden appearance of the SuperHero Pax Man!  Bringer of vapours!  Slayer of dragons!  Tamer of sissies!