I am a man!

You didn't come this far, fight this hard, to give in. Your "mommy" doesn't understand? How could she? She's a sissy. She never understood you. No one did. But you'll show her. You'll show them all!

"I'm a mother fucking man...literally. Now get me some real clothes, pour me a scotch, and get me a steak and a blowjob ready." She looks surprised by your tone, but she's used to following orders from real men, so before you know it you're upstairs, sitting in a three piece suit, sipping on some scotch, waiting for dinner and dessert. You are acquiring a taste for it.

"Sweety sir, your steak is ready at the table." You nod, accepting this as the rightful order of things. Knowing you can face any challenge your father puts before you. Or at least that's what you tell yourself.

You are only a few bites into your steak before your mother crawls under the table to serve you dessert. Maybe its just nerves from the lesson, but you finish the steak before dessert, and you enjoy it more too. By the time you "finish" you are more relieved for it to be over than anything. You put it down to your overall frustration with your sissy mother and her lack of faith in you.

"Well, I've had better...steaks. I'm going to bed. Wake me up early in the morning. I want to be ready when dad gets home."

You take a shower, frustrated the days pills still make your skin tingle as the hot spray hits you. You push it out of your mind, telling yourself that once the sissy pills are out of your system, you can start right back on the stud pills and show everyone what you're made of.

You get ready for bed, and for once, you don't have to fight for sleep. In just a matter of minutes, you slip off to a deep, dreamless sleep...