You are no longer a man with me. You are my pampered little one. You do not use the adult toilets or eat solid foods. You have to rely on me to change your pull-ups and give you your warm milk. Being a man is too overwhelming. There is too much to stress about and consider. That is why you are grateful to be my small thing to care for. Watch as I tease you with my sheer gloves and satin lingerie. You are weak for me when I give you your milk. The more I coddle and comfort you, the more you accept that you never wanted to be a man. You need me to take care of you full-time now. You love bein... Show more