ALL LITERALLY TRUE TODAY 

I awoke at around 05:00, slipped on my heels in the dark and descended the stairs to my office.  My fumbling fingers found, and I greedily consumed, two potent weed jelly beans.  I slipped back into bed, wearing my favourite pink "kitty" nightie, black garter belt and stockings.  As planned, I had just dozed off when the alarm roused me just in time to discover that I was decisively stoned.  My Wife pointed to the foot of the bed, while she dozed and lounged for Her customary fifteen minutes.  I obediently worshiped Her feet, feeling mercilessly on the edge of cumming, but deliciously restrained owing to lack of Mistress' permission.

One She departed for the shower, I made the bed and prepared it to receive Her again upon Her call.  I rushed downstairs on my 3" black pumps, and made a pot of coffee.  I slipped my arm into the bathroom, and deposited Her cup of steaming coffee on the counter when I heard the shower stop.  She said, "I could get used to this."

"That's the idea," I replied submissively, and before I could think, but it left me feeling horny and feminized.  

I was fixing Her breakfast when the call came, "Creaming stations, dear!"  I kicked off my heels and ran upstairs in a pink flourish, as I do every morning; energized and aroused by my obedient response to Her call.  I tenderly applied moisturizer to Her legs, feet and butt.  If I'm good, I think, She sometimes lets me bury my face in Her ass while I apply lotion.   Today was a good day, although I was self-conscious about the decision to wear a decorative elastic garter in addition to the garter belt on my full-fashion black stockings.  This was indeed a bit over-the-top, even for me.  When I gave Her foot the ritual final kiss, and declared the job complete, I jumped up and ran, calling, "Mustn't doddle.  I have housework!"

Her laugh caught up with me as I ran down the stairs.

Floating in submissive sissy bliss, I served Her breakfast while packing Her lunch.  Moments later, Mistress called me sweetly from the dishes to watch as She put on her boots in readiness to leave.  The curve of her legs, the deft movements of Her hands left me entranced.  The moment was suspended in front of me:  my lovely wife and Mistress, taking the chance to tease me while putting on Her boots, her husband, me, utterly feminized and deeply, overwhelmingly submissive.  I used to be a regular, bland socio-normative hetero-male.  Now, I realize with building, weed-induced waves of arousal, that I will never be a man again.  Whoosh.! I nearly swooned.  I am effectively living as a woman.  My mind, or what is left of it, is utterly feminized and broken.  For days on end, I float in a feminized, stoned haze, muttering, "deeper, I must go deeper."  

Mistress is all dressed and ready for work.  She looks at me for a moment and smiles.  She knows.  She always knows everything.  She knows that I will obey Her every wish, and I know that She is going to let me, and we both know that my reward for my utter mindless devoted obedience is that She would let me transform myself.  In that moment we both knew with utter clarity...

...that I am a submissive sissy faggot transvestite brainwashed feminized hypno-slave.