Addicted.  So deeply and helplessly addicted.  I sprinted from work today, dropped my clothes at the door, sparked up the vape, and emptied it looking at sissy porn.  Once I was preloaded and the vape was reloaded, I swished upstairs to lay out a darling sexy outfit:  (I had been obsessing about this all day...) big strap-on titties, pink bodice with garters.  Black panties and pantihose.  Over top, pink RHT stockings with my almost-pink red heels.  Blond wig.  Red lipstick.  Yum!  

Downstairs.  More weed.  Sucking on the vape like it was some enormous sissy porn cock.   I'm at a casual 4ish, having about a full vape-load in me already, but I don't think I'll be able to get high due to the gigantic tolerance that I have built up.  Even mildly high, the craving persists.  Of course, weed is not addictive; a fact that I wouldn't have intuitively surmised, owing to my behaviour of late. 

Rather, it is the combination of crossdressed, high and hypnotized that can create some spectacular brain chemistry.  Combine the effects of being as relaxed as you have ever imagined, with being more aroused than you even imagined, with being more emotionally sensitive than you had ever imagined.  Yeah, addictive.  

Bless Wife's schedule, but I think today would be about the 7'th day in a row that I have indulged my addiction.  Before that I recall taking "days off."  Even then, before the cumulative effects of recent excesses, a day without some feminine self-expression was nearly hell, and almost painfully horny.  I must submit.  Obey.  

Even now, having put myself through the sexual wash cycle a few times, I'm astonished at what has happened to my former self.  I'm even more astonished that, even in the face of such a profound transformation, my strongest instinct is...

...to go DEEPER.