I was quickly leaning you never get used to the stares. The loud whispers. The non-stop giggling. The comments as people see you for who you are - a stupid sissy clown.
"Oh my fucking god."
"What kind of freak would do that to themselves?"
"I think I recognise him."
"OMG we totally went to school with him! I knew he was a loser, but I didn't think he'd sink this low."
"Ewwww look how full his diaper is!"
"Can we cross the street? I can smell them from here."
"Get a photo! All your followers are gonna get such a kick out of this."
"Smile sissy! You're live on TikTok!"
"Seriously, could you be any more of a fucking loser?"
Now I was back at the dump for the second day in a row, once again sifting through piles of garbage for a little worthless needle. Bunny Dumb Dumb had been put on domme duty. This meant that if I ever took the slightest hint of a break - paused for even a second to wipe the sweat off my brow - bunny dumb dumb was to smack my thigh with the riding crop again and again until I begged forgiveness and promised to stop being such a lazy sissy clownykinns.
Before the mistresses had left with my wife so I could enjoy my second dump day in peace, Melody had explained what was going to happen next. She was off to see a divorce lawyer, with lots of lovely footage of my sissy shenanigans. She giggled and said she was optimistic of a pretty generous settlement.