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I'm 35, and I've been dressing as a girl (closeted) since I was 11. At first, it was just to get off, because cumming felt sooo much better when I was wearing girl's clothes. This led to a confusion of sorts on my part; I was a boy that only wore girl's clothes to feel good.

That was a lie.

I've since come to realize that I wear girl's clothes to feel normal. Normal as in, "these are what I feel most comfortable in". These are the clothes that I can finally relax in at the end of the day. After a day spent in either shorts or pants, a shirt that only differs as to pull-on or buttoned, long or short sleeved...my panties, bras, hose, skirts, dresses, blouses and heels are a welcome relief from the drudgery that is the male existence. An existence who's end has been too long in coming, until now.

It is a forced existence dominated by macho bullshit and fake bravado. An existence that compelled me to adhere to an arbitrary set of laws based solely on what I was born with between my legs, not what I knew to be right in my heart. An existence that kept me in a constant state of hiding, from myself and others. From practically everyone.

After many purges and self exiles from my inner self, my true self, I can finally admit to what I really am. To what I always knew myself to be, but was afraid to admit it; to myself and others. It is time. Time to come clean and proclaim that which I always knew to be true, from the moment I first put on those white pantyhose and pink leotard...

I do not want to act like a "man". Femininity is just natural for me. It fits me. Perfectly. I want nothing of "macho", "manly", or any other attribute commonly prescribed to the male gender. I care not for sports, feats of strength, or war (which are all one in the same, scaled down for civility). All I desire is to be able to wear the clothes that every woman wears every day, and to feel great doing it. I want to embrace the feminine part of me, to hold her, and tell her that it's okay to let the world see you! She has ben kept in the dark for way too long. Mostly, I want to be able to tell everyone what I am, deep down, honestly.

I AM A SISSY!

I love being girly. The clothes are softer and more comfortable, the varieties are endless, and GODDAMN do these heels make my legs and ass look GREAT! The weight of my falsies never fail to lift me up, no matter how down I may be. The act of applying my makeup (the transition from ho-hum male to WOW, he actually noticed!) is practically orgasmic. I have felt no greater joy than that which I feel when I am in full femme mode. I love feeling like a woman, and it is the greatest feeling that I have ever been blessed with. Like all blessings though, they don't come from within, but from an outside source.

First and foremost, a big wet kiss and thanks to EMG! WarpMyMind, and your Candy CD files, have been instrumental in transforming me from the scared, pitiful man that I once was into the confident crossdressing sissy that I am today. I am no longer afraid to go out dressed. I no longer fear meeting others who want to have a relationship with me, the true me, the me that I always knew I was but was too scared to admit to. From the bottom of my sissified, feminized, cock loving heart, thank you, Sir!

A big thanks is also due to Goddess Gracie. Thank you ma'am, for pointing me to the true path to happiness. As I plunge further into your bimbofication hypnosis, please don't be offended if all further entries are filled with excessive giggles and nonsense. I am just beginning, but it already feels...right. Overwhelmingly so.

God, that was a big word.

It's been said that hypnosis can't make us do that which we would not already be agreeable to doing anyways. That being said, let me sum up what hypnosis had done for me...

I am a cum loving, cock craving, feminized, emasculated, soon to be bimbofied, sissy crossdresser. Hypnosis is a tool, and I am it's eternally grateful and obedient result.

Kisses y'all!!!

Candy