Imagine a day where you're turned gay for me and that day repeats and repeats over and over again. That day is Groundhog Gay. Every morning you wake up to the tune of Sonny and Cher in some trashy hotel room. Set out by the side of the bed will be the clothes I've planned for you to wear for the day's clients. A frilly maids dress, a school-girl uniform, a whoreish PVC skirt, neon top and fishnets combo and some slutty Pleasers. Whatever I decide to make you wear its sole purpose will be to sexually objectify you - to make you look like a piece of feminized fuck-meat for the men that will b... Show more