It's now 01:00 AM.  No Cunning Master Plan has ever merited such a breathtaking "holy shit."

I am a describer.  That is my only remaining individuationism.  Here goes:

Earlier this evening I indulged in one THC jelly bomb and several hits of 'shroom.  The results were not within the scope of words to relate, however I can report that I have rediscovered its gender-ambiguous behaviour in me, and consistent with recent experience, I felt incredibly self-conscious.

Now, with the benefit of the hour, and having just watch a certain noisesome cackling neighbour depart on his bike, I can focus on repeating a wonderful trip.

I am in a black corset, garters and black stockings.  I shall shortly ingest two 100 mg THC caps and one no doubt disgusting 'shroom which will be diced and floating in some OJ.  The purple phallus has been located.

Once medicated, I shall enjoy a spell of sissy porn until the effects are evident, then I shall press PLAY on my new hypno file:  The Secret Trigger, Sissy Edition.

Bye bye.