...or rather a scond, very pleasant hit from the Vape.  Much trouble typing.  It's 12:55.  

I'm feeling perky and alert for now, although mondo stoned nonetheless.  My imagination is playing games in my subconscious, and sending up random punchlines.  

I AM A MIND-FUCKED SISSY FAGGOT TRANSVESTITE HYPNO-SLAVE.

It hits you all of a sudden.  Like it's hitting me right now.  Best described as a ruthless pummeling, the likes of which are the blows feel good and you find you need more.

Why is it so friggin' erotic to desperately want something that you remember strongly not wanting?

Feminize me.  Turn me into a helpless submissive sexual plaything.  

Anything.

Just don't take away the feeling I'm having right now.

/H