degradedsissy1: When you live in pink stockings and lingerie and sleep in pink satin bed linen, ther
degradedsissy1: When you live in pink stockings and lingerie and sleep in pink satin bed linen, there’s not a much point trying to perpetuate the charade of manhood.Slowly, your immersion into girlieness has drained whatever miserable residue of masculinity you may have possessed and replaced it with girlie thoughts and girlie feelings and girlie sensations. You just become so absolutely absorbed in your girlie effeminacy and the sensual overload of sheer stockings tugging at garter straps; of the tight embrace of a bra and of the soft, silky feel of satin, it takes total control of you. You accept the shame and derision for your need to dress up in girlie things and feel all pretty and girlie is so much more powerful than your shame and fear of social destruction. Ultimately, shame even becomes a part of the hit that a rouses you. Effeminacy does not necessarily equate with being attracted to men, but sooner or later your will find yourself on your stocking sheathed knees, preparing to to press your painted face into you pink satin pillow, to allow a man to breed you - not because you are turned on by him, but because it feels what you should be doing. Sex is no longer something you do, or participate in. Sex is something that is done to you and happens inside you, for someone else’s pleasure. It makes no sense. It’s deeply visceral. But then isn’t all sexuality and gender identification whether within social norms or outside? -- source link