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What Shall be my Next Depravity?
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It's Monday night, and I'm mildly panic stricken by the realization that my Wife will be away at a competition from Wednesday to Sunday.
Last weekend was three days, and I was crazier than every before in my transsexual life. Shrooms, weed, crossdressing and hypnosis. Deeper. I wanted deeper. Holy fuck.
Tomorrow is my chance to provision, because I shall be staying at home alone for the next five days. I will need weed. The shrooms will last. My apparel situation is quite ample. There are plenty of Bambi files awaiting my rapt attention.
Deeper. I need, need, need, crave and need to become further feminized, submissive, brainwashed and obedient. I wonder what will happen next.
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Posted on : Nov 5, 2019
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Commented on Nov 7, 2019
So, it’s morning on Day #2; Thursday. She gets home on Sunday.
I fell asleep in a stoned, submissive haze on the couch in my office, waking up around 02:00 and crawling into bed. I was in a buster, thigh-highs and panties. I was wearing earbuds. A Bambi file was glowing on the iPad’s screen.
My resolution to do Just One Dose of ‘shrooms - after Just One Dose of weed - failed rather predictably last night, but the effect was spectacular. I wound up in a corset, tan RHT stockings over fishnets, boots, black dress, make-up and blonde wig. Dancing and prancing in deep feminine bliss for hours. Deeper than ever.
Somewhere in the night I felt a pang of fright, realizing how acutely self-destructive this is, and making a sleepy resolution to behave myself once the sun rose.
It’s 07:45, and I’m high, dressed and horny. I have work to do today, but a dose of ‘shrooms was left on the counter last night, unused. Somewhere along the lines, I will likely succumb to The Urge, and slip into a dreamy deep trance.
I am a mind-fucked sissy faggot slave.
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Commented on Nov 6, 2019
She’s leaving within about 30 minutes. My brain is nearly sizzling in anticipation.
It’s not a matter of volition. There is no choice to make. Once she leaves, my boi clothes will fall on the floor. I will make a naked B-line for the sissy closet, and will transform as I must.
Deeper. I want, need, crave to go deeper. Shrooms, weed, hypnosis and crossdressing. My mind will succumb.
Five days. I am a submissive sissy faggot.
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