The walk of shame of the sissy

He looks familiar somehow- maybe you worked together at the office once, long ago? Or maybe you’re just reminded of who you used to be- someone that had Privilege and Power, who could have had a pretty girlfriend and a successful career like him. Watching a pair of girls walk by you who share a glance together and simultaneously burst out laughing, power is certainly a distant memory.
How could you DO this to YOURSELF? What have you DONE?

-And then instantly every fiber of your being glows white hot and you hate every moment of it, every little sensation; The ridiculous ultra-feminine mannerisms that have become second nature. The strain on your arched feet, the tight corset limiting you to shallow breaths, the weight of your prissy, colored, dated hairstyle, the breeze tickling your exposed thighs, and the tight, short, frilly and LOUD dress that no real girl would ever be caught dead in.
You’ve shackled your body in the instruments that real men have used to subdue women throughout history.