degradedsissy1:That’s it petal! Have a good look in the mirror! What do you see? I see an effemina
degradedsissy1: That’s it petal! Have a good look in the mirror! What do you see? I see an effeminate queer mincing about in high heels, stockings, make-up and an absurdly prissy dress. Your wanted to know why I sleep with “other” men? Well don’t! I sleep with men. Since I’ve been married to a limp-wristed sissy for years, the word “other” is redundant since it assumes I have a man at home. I haven’t seen you in men’s clothing for over a year, since you lost your job. I haven’t looked at you as any kind of man for a long time. When you first revealed your crossdressing fetish to me after we married I thought it strange, but took you at you word. I thought if you just do it once a month or so, and just restrict it to stockings and panties, in private, as you told me you would, I could turn a blind eye to it and keep it out of mind. But you didn’t. You just kept pushing out the envelope. Look at you now! And it’s hardly private - the whole neighbourhood knows. So many of our friends and neighbours have seen you mincing about like that. You should hear what they say behind your back. We’ve become a laughing stock. You seem to perversely get off on the humiliation. You actually seem to strangely enjoy the shame when people see you in your stockings and sissy dresses; when the point and snigger and call you names. Well I don’t. At least by sleeping with men and having others know about it, I not only get the sex you’re incapable of giving me - with a MAN - but it also makes it clear to others tha,t even though I’m married to you, I’m not into your twisted transvestite fantasies. Princess, you can do what you like. Find your own men to do you if you like, for I doubt you’d find a woman that wants a mincing little fag in stockings and high heels. But I can never look at you as a man or a husband ever again. So don’t expect me home until very late, or maybe until tomorrow. -- source link