Wife was away for four days.  Four days, during which time I was stoned almost continuously, crossdressed and repeatedly hypnotized.  I recall almost none of it.  I recall episodes of prancing around my living room, clad in various slutty outfits, staggering in my heels, with a voice in my head - my own - intoning, "Deeper!  Ever deeper into mindless feminized slavery!  Submit.  Obey.  Unable to think."  The words had the force of a command.  Consciousness was narrowed to a state of incapacitating arousal, overwhelming spasms of abject submissiveness, spiced with the relentless intoning of hypnosis files, pornography and my own broken humiliated feminization.  

Too turned on to think.  Barely ate.  Inhabited the office recliner, crossdressed, cross-eyed, mumbling and drooling.  Four days.

Bambi has won.  

I recall one moment during the mindfuck marathon when I was dancing around in my new tan pumps, merrily singing, "I don't know who I am, and I'm mainly surprised that I'm not very curious."  It made me stop and laugh because it was true, and because it was rather indicative of how fucked I am.  

Whoever I am, I love to dress as a woman, need to be turned into a submissive sissy sex slave, and the prospect doesn't particularly distress me...whoever I am.