The time:  01:42.  That's about fourteen hours since circumstance wrought that I would have a long weekend at home alone.

I have been crossdressed and deeply stoned for, oh, at least 12.5 of those 14 hours.  It would be inedequate, however, just to verbalize how over-the-top incredible it has been.  There must be somehow else.  Picture this:  me.  Me!  Dressed in a purple basque and garters, with matching seamed fully-fashioned purple nylon stockings.  Black pumps.  Long chestnut wig.  Dark eyes.  Bleery eyes, too.  Butt plug.  Pink pseudo-chastity strap-on.  

Oh, and mind-fucked into blissful oblivion.  

Then, tenderly prepared like poultry in a roasting pan, I lay myself out gently and pressed, "PLAY."  A feminization hypnosis file flowed into my ears, instantly dissolving my thoughts.

Somewhere, dancing in the half-dark, in wig, makeup, lingerie, stocking feet, at some precise moment that has blurred into the rest, I heard a voice command, "BREAK!"  I know what happened next.  With meticulous and relentless care, the critical stresses had been built-up in my psyche, where but a single word was required to induce a veritible implosion.  "BREAK."  Like a shock wave; a discontinuity in time, the concept of "I" was made distinctly and irreversibly feminine.  It was like a bubble bursting, and behind the shimmering surface, was the clear cool breeze of submissive femininity.  Submit!  

So fast.  So far.  So deep.  So soon.  So fucking irresistably intense!  My gender:  "sissy faggot," thanks, although it may be a while before I inform my Wife.

...and it's only 01:56.

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