I was washing my dirty panties the other morning - you know, getting the dried cum out - and when I put them back in my panty drawer with the clean ones I was struck by a nearly overwhelming sense of disgust and humiliation. Looking down at the large dresser drawer stuffed full of satin and lace, pink and pastel, flowers and hearts, I suddenly realized that this wasn't the drawer of some guy who likes to dress up once in a while. This wasn't the drawer of some closet, heterosexual crossdresser. No, this was a faggot's drawer. Only a hopeless, sissified, down-on-his knees, cock-in-his-mouth, faggot transvestite would own as many panties as I had piled up in front of me. And when I came back to the drawer twenty minutes later after showering and shaving my legs, I almost cried as I picked out a clean pair of pink satin boyshorts with lace trim. Pink satin boyshorts with lace trim. That's the most masculine thing that's covered my laughably tiny excuse for a dick in almost ten years. God, I suck.
But you know what? So do a lot of you. A lot of sissy queers come here and read my confessions. I know it. And I bet some of you are sitting at your computers right now rubbing your loser cocks through your skirts and your panties, your high heels digging into the carpet, trying not to cum too quickly, trying not to blow your faggot's load until you can't hold it in a millisecond longer. What a bunch of losers we are. What a bunch of fairy transvestites. Hey buddy, wanna fuck that hot chick over there? No, but can I put on her dress and take it up the ass? God, we suck.
So anyway, quit being so anonymous, sissies. Quit just coming here hoping for a new post to beat off to and then leaving without contributing in any way. Do us all a favor and describe your most humiliating experience - or one of them at least - in the comments to this post. Tell the world how shitty it is to be you. And be descriptive. Try to get me off for a change.