There's no escape honey but thanks for trying !

Once Sissy, forever Sissy - the magic of Elila 1303 !

Continued from here

-"Let me help you with that !"

I turn around. My Spouse works the hooks.

A hyperlapse movie tornadoes in my brain. It feels like I'm beamed to another space. Where's the nearest seat? Just where's the damn nearest place where I can sit down instead of dropping on the floor?

-"Please lift your arms sweetheart, let me get this where it belongs."

Blurred vision as my once beloved silky Carmen shirt falls over my head.

-"Welcome back my love, from now on we shall never part!"

She had prepared all. Gently convinced me to "just try, you know !"

Just try. Attempt to go back to my daily closet attire. The tightness of my long leg pantygirdle had thousands of cold ants wildly running all over the smooth silkiness of my hosieries.

The bra. Grabbed my girls like if there was no tomorrow. I can feel them. Coming to life. The firmness of the straps. That can't be. How many times have I worn a bra? Thousands? And now, right here, just having this one put on me feels so overwhelming. Good. Deliciously good.

Something wild unravels. I'm just a distant witness of my own actions as I attempt to swoop and scoop in the cups thru the wide elasticized décolleté.

Raging at the memories of how much life I missed when suddenly my brain decided to call it a day and went in full burnout mode.

Tears? Precisely. Silently running down my face. Falling on my bosom.

Even more so, that familiar voice closes in from afar.

-"There's no escape honey but thanks for trying. You can now envision the full extend of your reality, that is our reality."

I didn't answer that. The wild savage alpha male has been defeated. Once and forever. And my fairy is back to occupy the premises and call the shots.

Soft tissues padding my tears. My Spouse deploys the makeup kit.

-"Let me help your face, get your hair fixed to hold that wig I like so much on you!"

I love you, I love you all !