I followed up a full Sissy Episode (hereafter referring to the combination of crossdressed, stoned and hypnotized) last night, with another one mid-morning.  One wouldn't want to let the day go to waste.

So much to relate, Dear Diary.  It's a blue day, not of mood, but lingerie, with light blue fishnets over a pair of lovely new steel grey stay-ups.  A blue satin teddy over top.  Pumps.  Okay, you get the idea.  I feel fucking marvellous, by the way; like I can finally fully breathe!  I must admit that the weed helps.  I did a "Saturn V" today, which was the S1-C first stage jelly bean, followed by the S-II stage of another jelly bean 30 minutes later.  An hour thereafter (which is 90 minutes into "peak jelly bean" if  you're following along...) I did a vape, which was the S-IVB stage of course.  That'll put my feminized payload into a blissful little orbit for some time. 

Anyway...the point of this odd, rambling post was thus:  I had an idea!  A stoned idea, but an erotic one nonetheless.  I wonder whether, in the spirit of fully sissification, I could train my Lovely Wife to crave the Great Pink Dildo of Doom (aka. "Pinky").   Teaching her to prefer it would undermine my masculinity, deepen my submission to Her, amplify my feminization, and give me further opportunites for self-denial.  I would be turned into a humiliated, submissive, crossdressed, feminized sissy fuck doll.  

Where's the downside?!