Lipstick Sissy Clit: You'll Never be like Me

Ohhh, look who’s back…My favorite little sissy with a clit that thinks it’s special. What’s wrong, sweetie? Your sissy clitty tingling again? That sad little bump between your legs — all excited because I said the word ‘panties’? Mmm… red looks so good on me. Looks like true Power.
Unlike your clitty — I bet it’s just… pink. Barely there. Like your masculinity.

I found these in your drawer, didn’t I? ‘Sissy’s favorite pair’…Adorable. But let’s be real — this satin? It’s meant for real skin. Not your sweaty little dicklet. See how it shines? How it hugs? Now imagine that stretched over your pathetic clitty…Flattened. Forgotten. Because even your feminine parts are… inadequate.

Right now? That little nub is pulsing, isn’t it? You’re stroking it like a rabbit — quick, sperate, weak. But I want you to stop. Just… freeze. Let it throb. Let it ache. Because that’s all it deserves: Neglect. Disappointment. Your clitty will never be kissed. Never be worshipped. It’s not a clit. It’s a reminder. A tiny, sad monument to how unfinished you are. Your clitty say ”Please let me feel something. Please don’t laugh. Please, just touch me”.

You can wear my colors. You can smear lipstick. You can call yourself ‘girl’…But you’ll never be me.
You’ll never be real. You’ll just be the boy with the clitty who begged for attention from a Goddess who saw right through him.