Well, it's Monday, and I survived my Wife's five-day trip.  Oh, I survived, but that sets the bar as high as it will go.  I went deeper into mind-fucked feminized hypno-sissification this week than ever before, and spent the entire time en femme.  I downloaded so much hypno-brainwashing that my head is all pink and fuzzy inside.  I don't recall much of what happened during or shortly after trance.  I didn't see a soul.  I didn't step outside.  I did nothing but...um, brainwash myself.  

The biggest new "symptom" of my descent into bimbo servitude is the habit of passively "watching" what my body will do next.  I seem to have realized that most of my diminishing mental activity is just a form of ineffectual self-defensive noise.  I might pretend to resist or consider deferring on some new act of depravity, but I always wind up succumbing.  It just doesn't matter what I think first.  I have such a long history of succumbing, failing, surrendering, capitulating and basically getting too horny to resist, that the outcome of each episode is quite predictable:  I am a submissive sissy faggot.

Addiction is a very self-evident description of my predicament, yet the very effort to focus my thoughts on the matter leaves me nearly breathless with arousal.  It is the very process of succumbing that seems to the nexus of the seduction.  It will happen again.  My devious sissy brain is already planning on it.

The problem, of course, is that this entire trajectory is horribly self-destructive.   

So, the only recourse is to keep my keel in the water, and try to function like a normal person.  I don't know if my Wife will tolerate (and oddly, I can't seem to broach the subject), but I doubt She's ready for a 24/7 foot-licking faggot husband.  I need to function with copious industriousness when I'm a boi, so that I have the latitude to go SO FUCKING DEEP when feminized.   I don't seem to have a choice.