degradedsissy1:There comes a time where all of us sissies need some time to ourselves to reflect a
degradedsissy1: There comes a time where all of us sissies need some time to ourselves to reflect and have a good cry. Peers with whom we grew up; went to school with; went to university with - we may have been better or smarter than them but they’ve all built great career for themselves, whilst we mince about in out stockings and frilly maids uniforms and girlie clothes performing menial chores. Girls we once dated and aspired to marry are now married to real men while we wallow in an ocean of effeminacy and allow ourselves to be used by men, regardless of whether we’re attracted to them or not. We reflect on what we could have been; what we’ve forfeited for our obsession with stockings and lingerie and high heels and all things feminine But if we’re honest with ourselves, we will concede it was never a choice available to us. At the end of the day, our sissy obsessions; our fetishes for all things feminine are a pier full force that owns us lick, stock and barrel. We might have held out longer, but in the end it would have come for us and we would have meekly surrendered; conceded defeat, go we are not men. We have never been men. We are sissies. For whatever talents or abilities we may have, it is all we ever can be and were ever going to be. We could never live our lives without the soft friction of wearing stockings or pantyhose day in day our, the soft feel of our girlie clothes; the click of our stilettos - the demure girliness of it all. We are sissies first and foremost. -- source link