That moment when I click the lock shut and I suddenly feel so confident, so safe, so secure. That moment sitting down to pee, being fully aware how little I can even pretend to act like a man. That moment in the street, passing a real man and biting my lip, wondering if he could tell what was under my panties just as obviously as I could tell what was under his boxers. That moment watching sissy hypno, feeling my clitty struggle against the cold steel cage, trying to get stiff, pressing against its prison, then suddenly giving up, becoming limp, understanding that it no longer serves any pu… Lire la suite