And then it happens, you pass a group of teenage girls. You have spotted them long before and secretly wish they would miss or at least ignore the sissy fruitcake that‘s you. Of course you are miles out. Imediately they start giggling and laughing at you, calling you names and impersonate your swishy mincing gait. You wish the ground would open and swallow you. But your tiny wee wee starts stiffen in your chastity device or straining against the thick diapers you have been put in and you have to realize hw much you are enjoying that situation of utter humiliation.
Only minutes later you are passing a young couple. She is a stunning blonde, a real epitome of femininity. He is a real hunk, a rugby player – may be. Even though you might be much more femininely dressed like she is, you envy her looks, her skirt, her shapely body. Then you look at him, you spot the massive bulge in his pants and you feel the sudden urge to drop on your knees, unzip his pants and suck his brains out. Just like the teenage girls before they point with their fingers at you, laugh and call you even more humiliating names – pansy, queer, faggot or prissy are just for starter … ashamed you look to the ground and all you see is the skirt of your frilly dress, the sissy high heeled shoes locked to your ankles. It makes you aware that as dressed as you are, as tiny as you are between your legs. no real girl would ever consider you as a boyfriend. All you can hope for is to become her sissy maid, to become his sissy whore. It makes you realize how much demaled you have become. You don‘t deserve to be called a male being. All of a sudden you are aware of how right they are when calling you a pansy, a queer, a faggot or simply a prissy sissy. That‘s what you are, that‘s what‘s the truth and you wouldn‘t want to be anyone else. It‘s your destiny, it‘s your life and it makes you a happy sissy … ;-))