You can almost feel the delusions of masculinity draining away with each thrust.

In all probability, you have not felt like a man for a long, long time.

Years of wearing stockings and high heels, panties, bras, skirts , and makeup have progressively diminished any residual notion of manhood.

Until now, you have wondered at the permanence of this transfiguration ; perhaps, one day, things will go back to the way they were when you were a not so regular male.

Emasculation, though, is a one-way journey. There is no turning back as you become more and more immersed in effeminacy.

Most sissies do not really comprehend it all until they find themselves at the point of no-return.

As you lie there, facedown, sissycunt raised and begging to be fucked, dressed in the stilettos and stockings and girlie things, to all of which you have now surrendered your entire life, the temporary pain of sodomy long forgotten,  all that remains is the sublime realisation that you are now exactly as you have always wanted to be. You are a whore for cock, a slut for cum. All masculinity has perished forever. Gone.

You are a sissy faggot!

How could a fetish evolve to the point of transformation?

It has all been worth it. Now you know that you were born to suck cock, to get fucked. Nothing else matters. Nothing else ever did matter. 

There is nothing weak, degrading, pathetic, or humiliating about any this. You cannot deny your destiny. Sure, you must continue to submit to a life of service in the fulfillment of all the sexual desires and perversions of men. Yes, you must learn to live for their every ejaculation, their every elimination. You are a spermdump, existing to be seeded, fed, and bred by cum. You are also a toilet, to be peed on and in, to be shit on and in.

All of this is precisely as you imagined, as you wanted, as you dreamt of. Nothing could be more perfect. Nothing will every be more perfect. all you will ever need from this moment forward is more cock, more cum, more pee, more shit.

As you feel his hot cum filling you up inside, rejoice. Though destiny may not be coerced, cajoled, or counted on, despite and still, you have ended up blissfully grateful for every past disappointment that brought you here. You were never a real man. You never could compare. Now you know the truth. You were always meant to be a third-gender sissy faggot.

The point of no return is now behind you. Your long evolutionary process of emasculation, over which you never had any control, anyway, has delivered you to this familiar place, cunt in the air, stuffed with more cum, anxious for even more.

Epiphany!

Girlie-boy! Sissy! Fag! Forever!