As a young boy, I had long hated it, but had become resigned to indulging mother in her love for dre
As a young boy, I had long hated it, but had become resigned to indulging mother in her love for dressing me in girls clothes. When she organised for me to spend an evening out with one of her friend’s sons, she dismissed my claims that she was sending me on a date with a boy!I remember that moment when I was dropped off at the end of the date. I knew mother would have been waiting, watching for that special moment she so wanted to see. The greatest sense of shame, was that despite this, I couldn’t deny that I wanted it to happen. For us to kiss. That for all my resistance, I really was a fairy. With the whirlwind of emotions that ensued following that first kiss, it marked the turning point, where I finally gave in to mother. I was no longer going to resist what mother wanted me to be, a girl. I lay in bed sleepless that night, discarding all allusions to attraction to girls that I always wanted to believe to be true, and welcomed thoughts that I had always resisted. The kind of thoughts only girls were supposed to have about boys. Such profound shame, yet such profound pleasure! The Masochistic Emasculation Fetish reddit group -- source link
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