19:00.  Friday. Sunset was eagerly awaited, as many fetishes are triggered by darkness.  Rumpled sunlight filters from the waning overcast.  Twilight.  I think I'm about to "out" myself. 

23:00.  Out myself, I sure did.  A whole conversation with the neighbour's daughter. I was dressed, and oh, so friggin' turned on!

Hours and hours of upping the ante.  Stoned.  Aroused.  Stoneder.  Arouseder. Riding a rocket; out of control, and I can't quite will myself to shut it down.  So helpless.  So erotic.  Relentless, thundering crashes of feminization and submission.  I feel something being deliciously peeled away.  What's left is simpler; compliant, submissive and empty.  "What do you want me to think, Mistress?"

23:15.  Exhibitionism is a big new feature in this experience.   I've been either on the deck or out front all day, making little teasing forays.  Now, people walk past and I stand still at the front door in my lingerie and stockings.  Let 'em figure it out!

Oh, and about 40 minutes ago I scarfed down a quarter brownie, so those seismic tremors are likely me.  In the spirit of going out with a bang, I thought I'd let that bit o' brownie settle, then vape a bowl, then another quarter brownie.  That ought to be sufficient, and I'm not even sure what it's sufficient for.   

00:17.  It's a full-out assault on my brain cells.  Vape.  Brownie.  Vape.  Brownie. Vape...I think. I'm basically toasted.  I just came in from outside, where I was taunting a surprised young fellow who'd been sitting outside way too long in his car.  He saw me.  I saw him.  I came inside and locked all the doors!  What am I, nuts?! 

00:47.  Holy Jumping Fuck Stoned!  If this isn't the Rabbit Hole, what is?! 3/4 of a brownie since around 11:00.  That's pushing the ol' envelope.  Plus two vape.  Things are accelerating here like a Stephen Hawking wormhole.  Feeling great!  The internal dialogue in my head is running manic Month Python energy, but it would take me an hour to form a sentence.  Typing.  Sheesh.  Forget it.