There’s something about me your mind can’t quite process.

Maybe it’s how I hold these items… or the way my gaze cuts through you.

But you feel it.

Your breath shifts.

Your ego melts.

And the urge to belong to what I am becomes unbearable.

These aren’t panties.

They’re a code.

A direct access to your softest, most hidden self.

I won’t explain it. I don’t care if you understand.

I want you to feel it.

And act accordingly.

Choose.

Will you dress as my sissy and worship me… or stay there, aching
behind the screen?