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Once you dress like this - in sheer, shiny tan pantyhose and a soft, satin, pink sissy dress and matching panties, with a white lace you are immediately intoxicated with a flood amazing girlie sensations, girlie emotions and girlie thoughts. 


You are aroused by the way you feel, but also by the look in it. You develop a kind of erotic attraction to your own image. 


You have created a kind of girl who is everything you want.  And you can do with her whatever you want. You don’t have to ask because you *are* her. 


You are having her, and being her all at once. 


It’s a very surreal, visceral experience. 


Yet at the same time there is always this cognitive reality working away at you - the product of cultural conditioning from birth. 


You’re a man.  


You’re not meant to dress like this.  


You’re not meant to feel like this. 


You’re not meant to think like this.  


So, parallel to this sensory, emotional, visceral ecstasy, there is this simultaneous feeling of guilt and shame.


You’re not meant to do this, let alone enjoy it.  


This tension creates a friction that manifests itself in sexual arousal.


You resolve this by masturbating.


Over time you learn to draw this out as long as possible - you learn to “edge”. 


You want to prolong this intense experience as long as you can. 


Eventually, you can’t hold on anymore. 


You allow yourself to explode.  


The climax only lasts a few seconds.  


Once it is over, the sexy, ultra effeminate sissy girl is gone.  


There is only a male in pantyhose and prissy pink sissy clothes - and sticky, wet soiled pink panties and pantyhose. 


There is no arousal anymore.


Only the guilt and the shame.  


You quickly discard your soiled pantyhose and soiled panties and your prissy pink sissy dress.  


You clean up, remove any makeup and nail polish you may have been wearing and carefully wash your panties and pantyhose.  


Now you feel like a man again. 


None of these faggy, sissy impulses.


You carefully pack your pantyhose and sissy stuff away, in a secure hiding place.


On many occasions in the past, you’ve thrown them out, resolving to never dress up in womens pantyhose and womens underwear and sissy stuff ever again. 


But you’ve learnt.  


You can pack all this girlie stuff away…you can thrown it out even…but you can’t pack away or throw away the way it made you feel.  


You know that soon your fluids will replenish and those sissy urges to dress up in pantyhose and girlie things will return an eat away at you.  


The more you do it, the more it takes over.  


It becomes ever more powerful where you do it for longer, more often, often taking great risks of exposure and public humiliation.


But over the years that shame and guilt you felt while wallowing in the ecstasy of the ocean girlieness you immerse yourself in, has become fetishised. 


Humiliation becomes part of the arousal and part of your fantasies. 


Deepdown  you know it is only a matter of time before you are caught…or your urge to be publicly displayed and humiliated in your pantyhose and sissy clothes becomes so overpowering it overtakes all your rational faculties. 


You know.  


It is only a matter of time. 