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Entry Mood:
(Cool)
Published On: 09/17/2009 04:12 PM
I did my laundry yesterday. Almost all of it. And I am confidant in saying no one saw any of my feminine underthings spinning in the drier. No blonde in heels came up to me and said, "So, does this little sissyfag like to wear panties?" I didn't stammer and attempt to deny anything, and I wasn't then browbeaten into following the woman into her car. I certainly wasn't taken to her isolated mansion, stripped, shaved, and fitted with a chastity lock. I wasn't then dressed in a maids uniform and used as a household servant by this independently wealthy women for a period of several years, wherein I was expected to sexually service her and her house guests at cocktail parties.
Entry Mood:
(Cool)Published On: 09/17/2009 04:12 PM
I did my laundry yesterday. Almost all of it. And I am confidant in saying no one saw any of my feminine underthings spinning in the drier. No blonde in heels came up to me and said, "So, does this little sissyfag like to wear panties?" I didn't stammer and attempt to deny anything, and I wasn't then browbeaten into following the woman into her car. I certainly wasn't taken to her isolated mansion, stripped, shaved, and fitted with a chastity lock. I wasn't then dressed in a maids uniform and used as a household servant by this independently wealthy women for a period of several years, wherein I was expected to sexually service her and her house guests at cocktail parties.
You know what else didn't happen while my panties tumbled in the drier? No one slipped a micky into my soda and I didn't pass out after drinking it. I didn't wake up several days and and many cosmetic surgeries later in a basement. I wasn't astonished at my depilated body, higher cheekbones and jutting c-cup breasts. Nor was I told by a woman with an elaborate dragon tattoo winding down her body that I was the newest star attraction at an exclusive hostess club in Japan that specialized in hostesses of european descent with a little something extra. Had this happened I'm sure I would have objected, and I'm sure the woman would have produced a whip and made her point, adding that the yakuza upstairs could do far worse to me if I didn't prove to be a cooperative and accommodating hostess.
These things never seem to happen to me when I do my laundry. It's unfair. It happens to all the other fictional sissies on the internet. Oh well.
One last thing that didn't happen. I didn't wash my whites.
Wendy
Entry Tags: rumination