I knew you were a sissy when I married you. I saw all the signs, even though you weren’t yet ready to face the truth about yourself.
I’m sure you thought you were just a good husband when you offered to wash my laundry, but I knew it was an excuse to touch all of my frilly things. When I ask you why you spend so much time hand washing my panties, bras, and stockings, your face flushes and you stammer out a lie, “I-I just want to make sure I don’t mess them up.”
If you’re not ready to tell me the truth, sissy, then I’ll remove your choice in the matter. I purchase a new plant to display in our sunny laundry room. You have no idea I have placed a nanny cam in the plant to record all of your antics.
My Sissy Husband Learns His New Role