Fall Of Man




 It's a charming labor day party and I'm dolled up to use my last op to wear white. It's been a good summer my relationship with BF is supes and having way less tantrums as I get more integrated in my Forced Femboi persona.

But I'm in my head bit too, the end of the summer makes me think of how my much I've changed how delicate, fussy and pathetic I am. It would be actuals more embarrassing now If I was allowed to do man stuff, all the things I took for granted, so beyond me, my Lil Sisters more masc than I am now.

I used to be so rugged and outdoorsy before I was emasculated into an absurd Priss. I'll need so many cute outfits to bundle up in



like a high maintenance Boi Princess, prolly before you even see one leaf fall, knowing how much I can't handle the cold, anymore than I can feel safe out past dark without my Man.

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