Hooligans Holiday

 

I was pretty miffed after all the work I'd done with Doctor Klein on accepting that my masculinity is dead and I might as well get the final procedure and stop being difficult.

Like I was gagged after how doting and kind my wife had been about how Brave a Femmy I was and how important it was for her. That it turned out my special trip abroad for The Big Op was combined

with a Girls Vacay as a reward for the staff of my Wife's Forced Feminization Consultancy Firm for exceeding Bitch Out targets.

Old me level anger and regret were my feels after the reality of having a pussy sank in, so I was in no mood to see her but she barely visited anyway. Living the life of Riley, while I spent most of my recovery time in crying fits to clinic staff who didn't even speak American English.

Emily didn't give in to my persistent sulking when we got back to the city, she says it's a pathetic hangover of my Big Dumb Ego from my College Football days, that I crave so much attention and adulation.

Apparently I should just be happy for my stress free life lux life as her Little Lady not so needy and thirsty for attention that only made sense when I was male, important and relevant. She calls it a toxic particularly entitled male sickness But....

It ain't like Emily is attention shy though, she's a darling of the progressive press never turns down an invite to fancy Male Disempowerment Benefit or an interview with a Rad Fem media org.