It's not a good night for it.  I only have about two hours.  I have things to do.  There are chores.  Wife will be home late from her meetings and will be tired.

Just don't, okay?

So, here I sit.  The outfit, by the way, is rather nice:  Titties and bra under a red T-shirt, black stockings with a red seam and red lace stay-up tops, red satin panties (a gift from the Wife), red strappy heels and a denim mini.  I feel wonderful.  Back to my point, I'm high.  One jelly bean almost an hour ago (tick, tock...uh oh!) and a vape upon sitting down.  And this is a problem, how?

First of all, the above.  I really tried to not be here right now.  I failed.  It felt nice to fail.  Hence the problem.  

And further, it's a problem in that I quite deliberately let loose a bit last night, permitting myself the lately rare joy of actually cumming.  I came wearing purple stockings, flinging cum in my pink nightie (See a pattern yet?  Stay with me...) specifically because I needed to function today and keep my mind on other things.

So, here I am, in the formerly bulletproof state of having freshly cum, and I'm so mind-fucked and brainwashed that I'm already back in my lingerie, craving to go deeper.

And speaking of "deeper,"  the experience of arising from an audio hypno file with absolutely no memory of it has become quite common.  It happened again yesterday, when a file (I get a bit of an erotic jolt when I try to recall which file!) was interrupted by a phone call.  At the time, I recall shrugging and thinking that I have wasted the last hour, feeling that the file most certainly had no effect.

And now, here I am!  Stoned, dressed, and at the appropriate moment, I shall head upstairs to listen to a feminization hypnosis file.  

This is real.  I am turning into a completely submissive sissy faggot transvestite hypno-slave.  

I submit.  I obey.

...and then the weed hit!  7+ suddenly and climbing, I think.  Do I?  Do I think?  Holy shit!  I feel great!  I am a...oh!  See above!