Fem, first, or faggot? It is impossible to determine which came first – my love of all things pink and girlie, my feeling that I was a girl inside and out – except for my little sissyclit instead of a vagina – or my love of cock, of sucking cock, of getting fucked, of being a boi, then a bitch, to be used by boys and men, a cum dump, to be seeded and bred by any and every cock, just like I was a girl. I never went through any other phase. I never felt like a boy. I was never sexually attracted to girls. Always, always, always, I have been a sissy faggot. After years of preparation, I was seven when my father fucked me – full penetration – for the first time. I had been begging for it, the fulfilment of my destiny. Though I never doubted it, I knew for sure then that I would forever pursue cock, forever submit to cock, forever accept every cock either offered or forced upon me. My father encouraged me to venture out into the neighbourhood in search of cock. I did. I never stopped.

For years now, I have been on phytoestrogen and other feminisation hormones. My ass is well rounded, my sissytitties are roundie and pokey, and very, very sensitive, and my sissycliitty has shrunk really to the size of a plump little clit. I have never stopped sucking cock and getting fucked. My sissycunt permanently gapes, welcoming all cocks. I have always loved licking and tonguing yummy buttholes, too. I especially love them well-fucked, or ripe with man smells, or both. I never went from nice to naughty. I have always been naughty, dirty, nasty, filthy. My body is smooth naturally. I shave my cuntcrack, my tight little balls, and the base of my sissyclit every couple of days. I still colour my nails, wear makeup, and expose my clit and cunt, but I seldom go out in full drag. I am a cockwhore, a cumslut, a sissy faggot. I dress like that, like a whore, a slut, a sissy. I have never hidden who and what I am. I am so very proud to be the filthy little faggot I am.

Decades ago, I studied Soviet Theatre and Drama at Leningrad State University. I already spoke Russian then. Shortly afterwards, I went to China, and then to francophone West and Central West Africa. I speak both Chinese and French, and several Bantu languages from Central West Africa. I am now back in Asia, in the Philippines. While I was in Russia, I had very long hair. I was pretty, in a very feminine way. My voice has always been high. I sing counter tenor. During the day, I was an effeminate student, alluring, even mesmerizing; at night, I was a slut, a whore. I did not hide my sexuality. I sucked countless Russian cocks; countless Russian men fucked me. As a student of literature, poetry, art, and theatre, intelligent, multi-lingual, multi-cultural, many men of sophistication treated me like the woman I wanted to be. Little did they know that I was also sucking and getting fucked by every common worker who would have me. Everything was, of course, concealed. It is unfortunate. Had these men been able to reveal their true passions, they would have been much happier, then and still, and I would have spent much longer in Russia than I did.

I so very much look forward to this episode with you, my Mistress. I am now your sissy. I am now your slave. In the days, months, and years to come, you will fully realize the wisdom of your choice in granting me your tutelage in the perfection of my fate. Today, my Goddess, already, I worship and adore you. Let us see what tomorrow will bring. May I love you, too, as a slave loves her Mistress?