A sissy gurlfriend, a sort of acquaintance, rang on a chat site and said, "Hello!"

It was a short note about her recent trip to Mexico, and her awesome tanned legs, and how she should have me over to visit.  It was lovely, and rambling and just a bit of a tease.

My fingers typed a reply on autopilot.  It was a crossdressed-stoned-hypnotized autopilot reply.  "Sure!  I'd love to come over!"  And then I rambled a bit.  And I hit, 'SEND'.  

Just then the weed really hit.  My typing feels like I have baby gerbils tied to each of my fingers.  Alas, it was just moments ago, as the tsunami of erotic bliss washed away my thoughts, did I realize that I so quickly and naturally respond that I would have sissy playtime with my teasing friend.  I did it because that is what I am.  The weed was hitting.  It was just something that a sissy faggot transvestite would do.  Waves of arousal.  That's why I did it.  

So, just now my brain said, "I've done what you are does!"  It made perfect sense, and then came acceptance, and the knowledge of what I am.  And relentless, towering waves of arousal!  

I am a sissy faggot transvestite mind-fucked cock sucking submissive hypno-slave.

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