Short notes to summarize a wonderully crazy situation:

Last Thursday I walked out on my job.  Okay, I was ready to retire anyway, but I literally walked out of a meeting.  "Bye guys.  It was nice working with you."  It's a long story.  

I was home, stoned and crossdressed within twenty minutes.  That was Thursday.

Friday was a blue haze.  I was in a dress, corset, stockings, heels.  Hypnotized.  Submissive.  Aroused.  Deep.  Very deep. 

Saturday we did chores.  Sunday was a family commitment.  I think I was stoned both days.

Monday I was at home, stoned, crossdressed and hypntozed.

Want to place any bets about Tuesday?  Yup.  

Today is Wednesday. This formerly hetero-norma, socially repressed, suburban, ex-professional is wearing panties, a black basque, fully-fashioned black stockings, 3.5" pumps and a mini-skirt.  My legs, clitty and balls are shaved smooth.  Fun thing is that I awoke this morning with a small determined knot of mental energy focused on being "normal" today, accomplishing tasks and functioning like an adult.

I am a sissy faggot transvestite mind-fucked brainwashed feminized submissive hypno-slave.  I am enslaved.

Wife knows virtually all.  She knows the circumstantial stuff, but She doesn't know that I am almost beside myself with submissive sissy craving.  She doesn't know that I dress as a gurl virtually all of the time when I am at home, which has suddenly become nearly all of the time.  She doesn't know that I wake up during the night muttering the words, "I am a fag," on my lips.  She doesn't know that I hypnotize myself to transform ever deeper into a feminized, submissive sissy faggot slut.  Pivotally, She doesn't know that I can only achieve arousal when I feel myself slipping deeper into feminization.  She doesn't know any of those things...yet.

The signs from Wife are encouraging.  Yesterday She made a joke about me needing to be punished.  This morning She remarked upon being, "a kept woman."  She lets me wait on Her, make Her meals, and do any chores that I can organize myself to do.  She made a joke last night about how the beds were nicely made, wondering about whether I was in my maid's costume when I made the beds. I was.  

I encourage all acts or attitudes that put me in a submissive or feminized light.  Every morning I apply lotion to Her legs after Her shower, and before I serve Her breakfast.   Every night I lay at the end of the bed and worship Her feet until She is asleep.  She awakes to find me worshipping Her entire body, but especially Her legs, feet and ass, as i want Her to awake seeing that I was a submissive faggot slave.  

/H