Übersetz den Text in gut lesbares deutsch und schriebe aus sicht der Sissy in der Ich-Form: “”"From that very first moment you submissively allow a man to bend you over, as he spreads your cheeks and thrusts his throbbing manhood through your virgin sphincter, deep into your loins, as you moan pitifully, dressed in your sheer stockings, your high heels, your corset, your women’s underwear and painted with makeup your life changes forever. 


You realise you have “crossed the Rubicon” - you passed a point of no return you convinced yourself you’d never cross. 


You’ve been dressing as a woman,stockings and womens underwear and clothes for most of your life. Now your being fucked like a woman. 


For years, maybe decades you’ve relied on excuses, rationalisations, self deception, and delusion to comfort yourself that your obsessive transvestism - your almost lifelong urge to dress up in stockings, pantyhose, sexy lingerie, high heels, pretty dresses and skirts - to immerse yourself in girlie sensations, feelings and thoughts, did not compromise your “normal”, vanilla life as a man.  


Now suddenly, overcome with a sense of defeat and surrender, as your sphincter aches, and you feel his hot semen well up in your loins, you can feel everyone of those delusions, deceptions, rationalisations and excuses emphatically purged along with any lingering remnant of manhood - or delusion thereof. 


Until a few moments ago, you were a transvestite, a crossdresser or whatever term you may have used, more or less successfully carrying of a charade as a man. 


Now you’re a faggot. 


A man’s bitch. 


You can’t undo this. 


You can’t convince yourself it never happened.


From the moment he discards you, having emptied his manly fluids into you, you are left there, traumatised, maybe crying, to contemplate the rest of your life. 


For him it was a moment in which he relieved his sexual tensions inside you.  


To him, you are I the past. You no longer matter. 


For you it is different as you lie on the ground or a bed,  or slump over a chair with his sticky semen drooling from inside you. 


The pain in your sphincter will go away soon enough. 


The emotional and psychological scars of having to accept yourself as something you said you would never become will take much longer. 


You will put your mens clothes back on at some point. 


You may go back to your wife…or your girlfriend. 


You will go back to your job. 


You’ll try to behave as always. 


But it can never be the same.  


You know your urge to dress up in girlie clothes will not ever go away. 


You know now, it is not just a harmless kink that you can compartmentalise.  


It’s is a raging need that defines you - even to the point of having been used sexually like a girl - by a man. 


And you know it won’t be the last time. 


You’re a faggot. 


Forever.