Controlled By The Dress

As I pulled my silky sheer, slippery feminine girl clothes out, with the intent of getting rid of everything, it was like holding the power ring of Lord of The Rings in my hand.  They took control of me.  I needed them.  I wanted them on me.  Even though they put everything else in jeopardy, I could not rid myself of them.  I felt guilty for not purging them as i had planned to do, but I put them back in their keeping places.  And as I put them back, I felt the craving to wear them, to have them, to give in completely to becoming all girl become even stronger.  The addiction is greater than it was before and my will is not strong enough to fight that addiction.  I feel the desire to give in completely---to wear these clothes more and more and eventually only them.  And I think of the craving to smoke and I realize how much i now love the taste on menthol cigarettes.  I had been thinking that menthol was not for me but I can feel the craving to smoke them all the time.  The craving is even stronger than my other Virginia Slim 120s.  I could smoke 2 packs a day instead of just the 1 pack that i was thinking I would eventually smoke because the menthol are twice as easy to smoke.  And i think of my Mistress Alyssa and how I must obey her.  I need to become her sissygirl slavegirl.  I need to wear her sissy collar to show that she owns me.  That i am permanently and completely her submissive sissy.  I need to look for a sissy collar.  I can't but think where I will go next now that i could not purge my femme clothes and femme self.  That the cravings for them proved stronger them my will and decision to quit my process and practice of femin ization and sissification.