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Sissies of the Recession

The bitter taste of failure lingers on my tongue as the dreaded pink slip crumples in my trembling fist. "Sorry John, we're downsizing. Your position has been eliminated." Mr. Jennings voice echo's in my mind as I trudge through the front door, unable to meet Kendra's eyes. She's been financing this family for months now, working overtime while I collect unemployment, feeling more and more like a pathetic loser with each passing week. I can't bear to face her disappointment again, but then she surprises me with a mischievous smirk. "I've found the solution to our woes, dear." She grabs my hand, leading me to the bathroom where a woman with blonde hair and a "Lexi" name tag awaits in a top and tiny skirt. "Meet my colleague. She's going to teach you how to be more useful around here as a sissy maid. Because let's face it John - you make a better chick than a man these days." Kendra scoffs, roughly tugging at my belt. "Take off your pants and shirt. It's time wife starts getting the sissy service she deserves." Lexi licks her glossy lips, eyeing me like a predator stalking wounded prey. I cringe, but obey my wife's command. What choice do I have? At this point, I'd do anything to regain her respect - even if it means sacrificing my last shred of masculinity.