It was on my desk when I arrived that fateful morning. A large envelope with my name on it, no return address or name. I didn’t think twice about it as I opened it.

It was on my desk when I arrived that fateful morning. A large envelope with my name on it, no return address or name. I didn’t think twice about it as I opened it.
Thank You, House, for being there so that us closet “sissies” have an avenue to express ourselves. This service is invaluable to us sissies so that we may express our sexuality.