You know you are a sissy when after a game he tosses you his jock strap to smell in the locker room. I love the scent and taste of a man’s hot sweaty cock

SISSY CUCKOLD HISTORY 1133.
The ego of the feminized sissy cuckold is one thing that the cuckoldress wife knows she is able to shatter with ease.
And of course for the feminized sissy cuckold the most sensitive part of its ego is it’s pathetic little penis or sissy clit as it should always be referred to as calling it a penis is an affront to even barely recognized males.
The Cuckoldress wife will never miss an opportunity to slander, degrade and ridicule her sissy cuckolds clit and will not be in anyway shy in letting everyone know the tragic short coming's of her other half.
This of course allows everyone to understand straight away why she is a cuckoldress and gets her all the sympathy and support a wife needs whilst at the same time piling on maximum humiliation on the sissy cuckold.
Of course it does not end there for the feminized sissy cuckold in most cases the Cuckoldress wife will have the sissy clit locked up the reason being if its not big enough to fuck with it certainly is not big enough to be free to fiddle with.
One of the few times a cuckoldress will allow the sissy cuckold out of its chastity will be for the game of comparison when she wants the feminized sissy cuckold to see the size difference between itself and the real men she has sex with and these times are utterly emotionally traumatic for the feminized sissy cuckold when its little nub no matter how hard it is is dwarfed by the size of the man’s cock making the sissy cuckold understand what small and insignificance truly is and in many cases the sissy cuckold will be preying to be put back in chastity so terrified of the slab of pure masculinity being displayed next to it’s tragic appendage.

The past couple of months have been quite intense. I've finally come to terms with myself and accepted that I'm trans—even though deep down I already knew it for quite some time. After my summer vacation, where the gender envy was pretty strong, I made an appointment for a psychological consultation and got my indication letter confirming I'm trans.

After that, I told my best friend. I was truly terrified, but she met me with incredible acceptance and assured me that it doesn't change anything between us. Next month, I have an appointment with a gynecologist, and I'm hoping I can start HRT soon.

My full social transition will take time, as I first want to wait for some of the changes to happen. When it comes to underwear, however, I've already been wearing women's underwear exclusively for a while now. The thought of wearing a bra not just because it feels right, but because I actually need to—even if it's just in the beginning to protect my budding nipples from rubbing against my clothes—fills me with so much excitement and joy.