Crossdresser Sissy Femboy Syracuse, New York

Having grown up the victim of bullying, I find myself solely aroused by extreme humiliation and teasing. And for as many years as I can remember, I've been secretly drawn to the frilly world of babification and petticoat discipline. In the past I tried to resist these intense longings and even once got married. Yet my constant premature ejaculations only served to reinforce my failure as a man, and in the end it was the key "irreconcilable difference" that led my previous wife to seek fulfillment outside of our marriage before our eventual divorce. And so now, after being dissected as a weak and delicate little pansy, I've been demoted into full-time diapers, which is quite appropriate since my little pee-pee now constantly dribbles uncontrollably. In fact, I can no longer can tell the difference between making wettums and making creamies (the sensation's literally the same). Worse yet, I have a very small peenie, which more resemble that of an infant's rather than a grown man able to satisfy women. As such, I don't fantasize about ravishing the opposite sex. Instead, nothing makes me tingle more than playing girly dress-up games while being forced to frolic around in thick, crinkly diapers and plastic panties. I'm forced to act and dress in this pathetic manner whilst under STRICT maternal supervision. Thorough discipline awaits should I not do a convincing enough job in my role, which is necessary for my conditioning so that I am properly desexed as I helplessly spiral into complete and utter sissybabyhood.