It was a typical evening around our house.  When my Wife came home, I installed Her on the couch in front of Her favourite show while I served Her dinner.  Afterwards, I slipped upstairs to good humouredly don lingerie in Her team’s colours, then came down to offer Her foot rubs.

We were similarly overcome by bliss because I awoke some time later with my face worshipfully buried in Her feet, to look up and find Her fast asleep, the show long over.  

I simultaneously saw my own body, smooth and clad in lingerie, laying beside Her.  Feeling a rising crescendo of sissy arousal, I momentarily worried that my Wife would have a much less erotic view of the scene; that my crossdressing and submission secretly disgusted Her.  In that moment another cage door slammed on my sissy fate, as I realized that Her disgust would only serve to further arouse me!

In that moment I looked at my lovely sleeping Wife and pronounced aloud, “I am a submissive sissy faggot now, and I’m never coming back.”   

The sound of my own voice made me shiver.