Um, so, it's been an intense week.  I've been repeatedly dosing myself on sissy Kryptonite:  cross dressing, weed and feminization hypnosis.  It has been "influential," to say the least.  A massive, galactic mind-fuck would be more accurate.  The last posts reveal my state of mind aquequately:  stunned, glasses-eyed sissy bimbo fuck doll.  It felt marvellous, although I must admit that there have been moments when I looked in the mirror, and seeing ragged, terrified vestiges of my former persona glancing back at me, I muttered, " holy fuck!  What have I done?!"

Then my wife gently suggested that I was perhaps taking things a bit too far.  

Okay, she's right.  I was doing too much weed.  Oh, and it might be inconvenient if I turned into a fully feminized, brainless sissy fuck doll. I promised to tone things down a bit.  

But, even as I promised, I wondered, " can I?"  I went to great lengths to cultivate and reinforce an addiction.  I did it because it was deleriously, blissfully erotic.  I wanted it to be irresistable, irreversible.  I had been very successful.  What the hell is, "toning it down?"  In respect to my wife, it would involve, (1) a whole lot less weed, and (2) not dressing for sex, or at least not all the time.  Sounds completely reasonable.  

So, With the intention of "toning it down," I got up this morning around 06:00.  My wife was still snoozing.  I watched as my hands fished out my pink stockings, bra and panties, then I went downstairs and put them on.  It felt like a damp cloth over a fevered brow.  I didn't want my wife to see.  I pranced around like a sissy faggot.  Later, I took them off and discretely slipped back into bed.  

Later - and here is where my confusion arises - my wife said, "you didn't have to take off your sexy clothes.  You could have come to bed in them.  You could have slept in them." 

"Tone it down."

I'm not sure whether I can.

/H