olderpantyboy:degradedsissy1:Monday morning. After a weekend of living as a sissy, imagining you
olderpantyboy: degradedsissy1: Monday morning. After a weekend of living as a sissy, imagining yourself as a girl, you need to shed the stockings and satin sleep wear you woke up in to share and prepare for work. For another day - the first of five work days, you need to dress in a suit to feign a manhood that deserted you long ago. You will, as you do every workday, wear your stockings and panties underneath, for you are addicted and cannot bear to live, even for a minute, without the feel of soft, feminine garments intimately embracing your body. They are, metaphorically, like methadone to a drug addict. The help you manages your girlie urges, while going through the motions of trying to present as a man. As you slip on your suit trousers and business shir, there will be a little regret as your stockings and panties are concealed beneath a masculine exterior which you have long come to recognise as a charade. Throughout the day you will indulge yourself in the tug of your stocking tops against the garter straps holding them up and in the soft friction as the are caressed by the silk lining of your suit trousers. These are the sissy hits that get you through the day. But they also make keeping up the make charade so much more difficult, as your crave the moment you return home and can strip Dow to your stockings and lingerie, slip into a skirt, a blouse and pair of heels before painting your face, and once again immersing yourself in femininity and surrendering totally to the sissy desires which are in total control of your thoughts; your emotions and your soul. Cutie! -- source link