It was the sort of moment where the image and the background trade places; where you suddenly see the pattern staring you in the face.

Mistress was away.  It was my second weekend alone at home.  All alone, with nothing to do but dress.  Well, dress, get stoned, become hypnotized, and see myself transformed...

Then that moment.  I suddenly realized that I’m not being coerced, programmed or brainwashed. It’s all me.  I’m doing it to myself! There was no one else in the house.  For just this weekend, I subdued the habit of nattering to myself, and I watched, as if from a distance.  I watched the subject react.  What I saw was a submissive sissy faggot transvestite.

Me.

Heidi.