I love this picture, as it reminds me of the look I had the first time Emily saw me dressed like so. Heck, I still get that look sometimes, the demure, the submissive, the slightly humiliated, the embarrassed that I'm a sissy, not a man, the wonder of what will she think of me.
The ultimate in giving, of myself, my soul, to another, to her. What will she think when it sinks in, when she realizes, her man is not a man at all, but a sissy.
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