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Well… this is awkward, isn’t it? I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and honestly? I’m done pretending you’re boyfriend material. You’re not. You never were. But don’t worry—I’m not breaking up with you completely. Not exactly. This isn’t goodbye… it’s just a promotion… to something way more fitting for a little loser like you. You’re not my boyfriend anymore—you’re my sissy. My pathetic little plaything to dress up, humiliate, and parade around however I want. That’s all you’re good for. I don’t need a man—I need a toy. And you? You were never going to be the man I needed, but you’ll make the perfect pathetic little sissy slut for me. Cute, right? From now on, it’s skirts, panties, makeup… whatever I decide looks best on you. You’ll wear what I say. Act how I say. You’re mine now—not as my partner, but as my dressed-up, humiliated little thing to show off. And you love it, don’t you? You need this. You were made to be owned by a brat like me. And while real men are busy fucking me, you’ll be here in your cute little outfit, licking my heels and begging for attention like the desperate, broken thing you’ve always been. This isn’t goodbye. This is exactly where you belong.