That's Not Our Deal

 


When I think of the humiliation and pain I endured in Forced Fem Reform School to avoid the Snip-Snip, Ugh I can't even!
Performing my rump orf in Musical Theater and dancing as Prima Ballerina in Ballet Recitals, open to the public. Working so hard on speech, deportment and vocab. Always supes obedient, made up perfectly and such a teachers pet the other Bitchbois bullied me something awful.

Then the first man I fall for with my head fucked Girly Boi sexuality, insists that me getting a vaginoplasty is like a deal breaker for him. It was terrifying but like I felt so dependent on Dan and like I never thought I'd find man I'd love and be hawt for, so I rally had a hard time but finally I agreed and signed the last bit of manhood away.
I made my post surgery Party Debut in a Oscar De La Renta number my stylist saw on Blake Lively. Daniel was so caring in my recovery just pampering me like he was my Mommy and letting me binge watch Girly trash on total bed rest. I got so many furs, bags and shoes from all the labels my reconditioning had made me gaga over, he was thrilled I had a pussy. 

So I was doing kinda good, I did have crying fits about it now and then but my Man was loving and patient.


Then I find out after giving up everything for him, he's been constantly cheating with these way average Cis Girl Basic Beckies. I was devastated and kinda had a total breakdown.

Daniel begged forgiveness I'd never seen him cry before and couples counselling has helped a lot. He took me on vacation to get some sun and repair our relationship and I rally want and need it to work.

But it's just like since Trump stole the election, I've been too depressed to carry on like some Dick Drunk Fawning Seductive Dolly Boi Sex Kitten. He's trying so hard and he's promised he's mine only now. So obvs I wanna reconnect. It will be ok I hope


I'll just get super duper high first. those Sissy Weed Strains always turn me into a nympho.




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