"I promise I won't think you're gay!" Those famous last words the first time you give into your first bully boyfriend and let him push your head down onto his irresistibile rock-hard cock. He's seduced/tricked you into being the girl and you feel so embarrassed at how much you love that beautiful feeling of being used, dominated and emasculated by a man. And he smirks down at you as he notices your sissy stiffy wigwam in the shiny satin gurly panties he's convinced you to wear for him. That sissy stiffy is the undeniable proof that you love the way he's treating you, and you both know from that moment you belong to him! You're his submissive little gurly bitch. That delicious humiliation of realizing you are now exactly the kind of faggot all the girls and your straight friends make fun of: a pathetic prissy pansy fairy who loves prancing around in frilly dresses and fetish maid's uniforms and getting bossed around and humiliated by real men, hoping they spank you before fucking your face and ass, because it feels so much more degrading and humiliating to lovingly kiss a man's cock after he's punished you for being a weak gurly queer faggot.