With a hang over and a lot of questions.

Everything hurts...

The unforgiving light of morning streams in your window stinging your eyes. Your head pounds with a painful throb threatening to split your skull and send your scrambled brains leaking out. Your throat feels like you swallowed sheets of sandpaper, you shudder as you remember vaguely that it wasn't all you swallowed last night. The sharp ache in your ass tells you that it wasn't some twisted wet nightmare, but a waking deviant dream.

Your skin feels sticky and strange. You look down and see you are wearing a white lace bra, matching thong panties, sheer white hose attached to a intricate lace garter belt. Mom really went all in on the virgin imagery you think with a stab between your eyes. Wincing, tears welling in your eyes and your stomach tying itself in knots. You realize you aren't a virgin anymore...and you can never take that away. Can you even call yourself a man after what you did last night? And what did you do...exactly? You have a morbid curiosity to know how deep into depravity you sank...and how many times. Maybe it wasn't as bad as you think...maybe you aren't doomed to live the rest of your life as a sissy after all...

"There's my sweet sissy daughter. Sleeping beauty is finally awake." You turn with a start, intent on correcting your mother and telling her you aren't a sissy, but stopping and stammering when you see her spilling out of her deep red silk robe. Her breasts barely hang inside it as it hangs open to the sash, her cock is visibly dangling beneath as she lets the robe hang lewdly loose. Your oh so manly asshole quivers instinctively, your parched mouth waters, and your 100% straight cock stirs and swells.

"Nuh nuh not a sissy. Just can't remember what we did last night. If I could just get cleaned up and get rid of this headache." You aren't sure who you are trying to convince, your mother or yourself, and you aren't doing a good job of selling either.

"Aww my pour little puddin' popped. You look so confused. I know...why doesn't Mommy pour you some hair of the dog that mounted you and I can show you exactly what we did last night? Or, if you want to be a boring nerd, you can just take a shower and we can talk about it when you are all squeaky clean."

You could really use another drink...but that's what led you to be covered in lace and caked cum. Maybe it's safer to wash up and start fresh? But can you truly wash away the sissy stain deep inside you?