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Thoughts on Failure ~

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 Have you ever thought about how you came to this point in your life? How you failed to be a man, how you love dressing up in frilly and cute outfits rather than go to the gym? How you're spending the day posing for a man for a photoshoot which is just about you posing like a girl in different outfits ending the day with you naked on a bed with a life like dildo inside of you, barefoot and exposed with a face full of horror, sadness and excitment as you're captured as who you are? I have. At this moment of when this picture was taken of me, I wasn't thinking of all of this though, I was thinking of how turned on I was. How excited I was to see myself and put on make up and fuck myself silly in all sorts of humiliating poses, all in front of a man. It's not something new for me, I've done this a few times now, I love it. But I do think later on, now. About how I lost my girlfriends, my masculinity and dignity when I chose to do these things. How a better man called E

Been away~

 Sorry for the inactivity, I've been having to prepare lots for  work but I'll start posting a bit in the future about the man who took my ex from me as he's a real man, and I'm just a pathetic little sissy loser who couldn't even make it as a boy...

Ticklish Loser ~

 I purposely lost every bet against my friend when I was 14. Every time he won against me in a video game he would straddle my legs and strip off my socks as I begged him not to tickle me, my giggles would start as he tickled my soles and toes. He would tickle them even when we weren't playing, if I was in the way on a couch or lying down he would just take what he wanted and make me feel so submissive as he took away my socks and tickled my little feet.  Many nights were spent of me debasing myself in front of him, he was feeling superior and manly, I was submissive and weak, begging for him to stop and saying I was going to wet myself, making sure he knew how pathetic I was.  My humiliation has grown from there to me wearing womens shoes and clothing, especially sandals to show everyone my failure as a boy, how gay I've become and how I've blossomed into a little pansy. My failure has made it so that even people who know me in real life most likely think I'm a fruit.