Most sissies are not gay…or at least they do not believe themselves to be gay.
They start of with, what they rationalise to themselves, as an ‘innocent curiosity’ about what it takes to try on women’s clothes.
After a while they rationalise yo themselves that it is just a ‘phase’ or ‘a harmless kink’.
They tell themselves, that they are otherwise ‘normal’ hetero sexual males.
In fact they are so repulsed by masculinity that they increasingly reject their own.
In their minds they see this as being more in love with women than the average male, so they ‘couldn’t possibly’ be gay.
But it is not women they are in love with.
Rather, it is femininity they are attracted to - so much so, that they want not to have the woman, but to be the woman.
The femininity they embrace is an extreme, ultra feminine variant, with which comes an intense submissiveness.
It is only a matter of time before the sissy finds itself on its stockinged knees with a real man’s throbbing manhood forced between its lips - because it is a part of the feminine experience, or because it craves the humiliation.
It deludes itself, again, that it is only a curiosity, but it is the first of many cocks that it will find thrust between is painted lips.
At this point the sissy is already beyond the point of no return. But the sissy may, at some point marry, to convince itself as much as to convince others, that it is a regular hetero-sexual male.
But it is fraud…and soon she will know it is too.
It cannot resist dressing up. It is useless as a lover.
It is more interested in her clothing than her.
Sick of seeing the failure of a ‘man’ she married mincing around the house in stockings and high-heels, skirts, bras and makeup, she will crave the embrace of a real man.
One day she starts to bring her dates home.
The sissy is too pathetic to assert itself, or object.
Because the sissy has failed as a man and cannot hope to be a real woman, she locks the last vestiges of its pretences to manhood in a chastity device.
The sissy is to weak yo resist, and somehow, is arp used by its own destruction.
If it is going to mince about in women’s clothes and makeup it will not be allowed to spend its sissy juices, whereafter it deludes itself that it actually has some pretensions to manhood.
It will be required to sit helplessly cuffed in the corner in its pantyhose and corset, and high heels, and made to watch as a real man has his way with its wife.
It will ultimately be called on to lick them both clean.
Then one day, the sissy is confronted by this device into which its ankles and wrists are cuffed, in a kneeling position, as a mechanically propelled dildo repeatedly pounds its sissy loins as it is forced to watch its wife being pounded by a real man.
Unable to reach climax, and not having experienced orgasm for some years, the faggot us reduced to vicariously siphoning what it can from her and his real orgasm, as the humiliated and defeated little sissy watches, bound and helpless, on its stockinged knees, as a machine relentless pounds its loins.
But there is still one final frontier - one for which the machine has prepared the sissy’s virgin loins…..
Then there will be no excuses or rationalisations -just the realisation that it has finally and irreversibly become what it always feared and denied but, deep down, knew to be its destiny.