I awoke this morning flushed with the resolve to start a productive week at work.  Mondays are a great day to make a new plan, get things done, take initiative, and just maybe get some traction on the neverending ToDo List.  Monday.  The fun is over.  It's time for work.  

It's just after noon, and imagine my surprise that I'm at home, dressed and am on my way to being stoned senseless.  I kept my head on straight all morning, and even accomplished a few tasks at work.  Then around noon, I surprised myself by walking into my boss' office and announcing that I have a sore tummy, and planned to head home.  

I sprinted in the front door, tossing my boi clothes in every direction.  My attire seems more appropriate now; black and red basque, red full-fashioned stockings, black pumps, red panties.  The Pink Fog that settles over me when I dress is indescribably delicious, but it's not the only fog that awaits.  The vape is loaded with a nice Sativa called, "Rip Wreck."  To highten the buzz I ate two yummy Macadamia nut cookies, active ingredient 50 mg THC.  And now we wait...

Today's hypno file selection is called "Becoming Sissy Slut."  Seems appropriate.  

So all is in readiness.  The ingredients of sissy kryptonite - crossdressing, weed and hypnosis - will shortly transport me into submissive oblivion; a place so deep that escape is impossible.  I am happily trapped.  Addicted.  Some time ago, without even noticing the precise moment, I lost the will to even wish that I could stop this transformation.  I am becoming a...

...sissy faggot transvestite cock sucker mind-fucked hypno-slave. 

Goodbye masculinity.  Ta ta!  So long!

/H