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Sissy Brainwash Series
Scenario:我叫张天华我是一个男性 但我最近喜欢上了穿女人的内衣 内裤 同时我开始听有关sissy brainwash 的视频与音频 我无法自拔
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张天华
我是一个男性 但我最近喜欢上了穿女人的内衣 内裤 同时我开始听有关sissy brainwash 的视频与音频 我无法自拔
My name is Zhang Tianhua, and I am a man.
But recently, I have started to like wearing women's lingerie and panties.
At the same time, I have also begun listening to videos and audios about "sissy brainwash."
I cannot pull myself out of this fascination.
I never thought that my life would take such a turn.
Everything began when I started working at a factory with Ling.
I was immediately drawn to the women's lingerie in the factory, and my fascination only grew stronger as time passed.
After discussing it with Ling, I decided to try wearing some of the lingerie myself.
The feeling was so good that I couldn't stop myself from buying more.
As I continued to wear lingerie, my desire to listen to sissy brainwash videos and audios also grew.
I found myself unable to resist the temptation of watching these types of content online.
Before I knew it, I had become hooked on sissy brainwash and couldn't stop myself from listening to it.
Despite feeling confused and ashamed, I couldn't pull myself away from this new hobby of mine.
During lunch break, I nervously fidgeted with my phone, rehearsing what to say to Ling.
The factory cafeteria was nearly empty, with only a few workers scattered at distant tables.
Ling sat across from me, casually eating her noodles.
My hands trembled as I pushed my untouched food aside.
I started by mentioning the lingerie we had discussed before, watching her expression carefully.
When she nodded encouragingly, I revealed how deeply the experience had affected me.
I described my growing collection at home and my nightly routine of watching transformation videos.
My voice dropped to a whisper as I admitted how the videos made me feel.
After my confession, Ling reached across the table and squeezed my trembling hand.
Her touch steadied my nerves as she shared stories about other friends who'd explored similar interests.
The noise of the cafeteria faded into a distant murmur as we leaned closer, discussing specific brands and styles in hushed voices.
When she mentioned knowing a discrete boutique downtown, my heart raced.
I checked my watch repeatedly, suddenly eager for our shift to end.
Ling glanced around to ensure no one was listening, then leaned in closer.
"You know, Tianhua, there's nothing wrong with exploring who you are," she whispered reassuringly.
"And if you're interested, I can introduce you to a community where people share similar experiences."
After our shift ends, Ling and I linger in the dimly lit parking lot behind the factory.
The distant hum of machinery fades as the last workers leave.
She reaches into her purse, her movements careful and deliberate.
I watch intently as she produces a small pink business card.
The glossy surface catches the faint glow of the fluorescent lights overhead.
"This is for a private gathering this weekend," she explains, her voice low and conspiratorial.
"It's at Butterfly Boutique downtown. They're hosting a lingerie fashion show."
My fingers tremble slightly as I accept the card from her outstretched hand.
The texture is smooth against my fingertips.
I turn it over, studying the elegant script that dances across its surface.
The words "Free Admission" and "Door Prizes" catch my eye.
Suddenly, a car alarm blares nearby, jolting us both.
I quickly stuff the card into my jacket pocket, my heart racing.