Class Warfare & Ostrich Feathers

 

Gosh the lengths I go to humiliating my Forced Fem privileged old money blue blood Husband are kinda major but it never gets old since he's always a hilarious tantrum throwing Diva Drama Queen Cry Baby. Girl, I fought so hard to get first picks on the most overdone ensembles for this runway fundraiser.

I love this for him and it's a such a good cause for a silver spoon Queenie thing like him to stomp the catwalk to raise money for the castration and Forced Feminization of delinquent working class youths. For me being from that background it's so important to me. I mean it was supes easy for me spending Miles trustfund on making him Tiffany. 

But working class Boy's who've fucked up deserve a second chance all prissy, fancy and dainty too. They matter they should have the best surgeons and meds.

All the rich Girls at school wanted him as their Husband one day. 

But the scholarship Girl who actuals got his Mommy issues and how to make him completely dependent, was the one he loved. Then I emasculated him so quick his family boycotted our wedding. But I made sure they saw their youngest son in bridal couture everywhere on social media.

  

But it so doesn't have to be a whole todo to crush the Queen I loves old ego.

 I don't think anything makes the ex Stud cringe harder than a regular ole Tuesday or whatevs going to pilates and yoga, in our hers and hers designer work out gear and the girls he used to lay see his big fat camel toe! I love him so much.