oh honey…I feel so pretty tonight. thanks for letting me borrow the pearls.
honey, when I look at my boss this is how I always imagine us with him.
yes, of course I’m the one kissing him. Duh.
The look back…all sissies know it and know how to use it. We also know the outcome. It means “I’m ready…what are you waiting for?” It’s a tease, a form of presenting ourselves to the more dominant men…guys, always look for this specific glance…that’s more than an invitation!
honey, I don’t remember where or when it happened.
but at some point I stopped wanting to deflower her and started being her.
and being out with the guys has never been the same since. *swoons*
honey, what are we doing? but I thought I was a little old for morning cartoons.
ooh, I love their eyes. can you help me with those?
honey, all this brings back waves of memories from my childhood.
thanks for being here for me as a shoulder to cry on.
wait…what? why do you need to email my aunt. *sigh*
honey, I know I’m not supposed to be hard when I cum anymore.
but some things are still just beyond my control.
honey, I’m happy to model all the frilly little things for your trunk shows. I want to help grow your business and everything, but…
but why are their husbands sticking around?
honey, now see…of course it wasn’t true but you always looked at these slightly masculine girls and told me they have a nice cock for me, made me talk about my feelings right there in front of your friends.
I got so distracted. and blushed. guess I wasn’t surprised when you brought me to my first tgirl party. such a sweet way to spend our anniversary.
i was so aroused; you had trained my desires to them so well; they were so pretty I wanted to have every one of them. little did I know that within a year I’d beg to be one of them instead.
honey, it was so confusing to me when we’d be out and you’d point out this “really hot boy” or that, because I knew they were girls.
even though you made me call them boys and agree, or else there’d be no sex.
and then “sex” soon changed to mean with a strapon. talking about all the boys.
honey, omg I totally remember way back when you started pointing out the cute, more boyish girls and got me to think that larger breasts and curves were really gross.
holy sh__, I actually still thought I was straight back then. and you were transitioning me to men all along. yesss.
honey, the first time you present me to any of your friends is always so embarrassing.
they’re usually somewhere between beaming, bitching and laughing and don’t know their strength.
and then comes the inevitable humiliation and laughter when my cum shoots in my face.