Valentine's Day, huh? The perfect charade for a pitiful sissy like you, a day smeared in pink, dripping with false promises of love and desire, especially for someone as desperately pathetic as you. You've been yearning for an excuse, any excuse, to parade in the most grotesque, frilly lingerie, haven't you? Clinging to the laughable fantasy of being wanted, of being seen as anything but the laughable sissy slut you are. But let's not .. ourselves. Today isn't about love for you; it's about indulging in the depths of your own depravity, about being the attention-whoring, cock-thirsty sissy you've always been beneath that feeble guise of normalcy. So, here's what you're going to do, my disgustingly eager pet. You're going to doll yourself up in the most ludicrous, tight, and revealing lingerie, layer on that clownish makeup until you're a caricature of femininity, and then, you're going to take those humiliating photos of yourself. Oh, don't pretend you don't want to. I know you're desperate to ...every sordid angle, to document your own shame. And then, because your humiliation amuses me to no end, you're going to hit the streets, flaunting your sissy self in the hopes of attracting any semblance of attention. You'll beg real men to use you, to degrade you further, and you'll lap up whatever pitiful scraps of affection they deign to throw your way, won't you? Because that's what you are—a pathetic, desperate, cum-guzzling sissy slut, and don't you ever forget it. Happy Valentine's Day, you pitiful excuse for a man.