My Bio:

Cousin Jenna – The Ultimate Teasing Phone Sex & Humiliation Expert

Oh, look at you—so small, so helpless, so utterly ridiculous. I’m Cousin Jenna, the one in the family who never lets you forget just how pathetic you are. While others coddle you, I take one look at you in your diapers, bib, and pacifier, and I burst into laughter. The way your little belly sticks out in that too-tight baby shirt? The way you waddle around like a clueless toddler? How could I not humiliate you?

You see, I don’t do hugs, I don’t do kisses, and I certainly don’t do babying—that’s for Mommies. I’m your ruthless, teasing cousin, the one who makes you blush, cry, and squirm under my taunts. I thrive on humiliation, and you? You were born to be humiliated.

#Sissification & Public Humiliation—My Favorite Games

- You think you’re a man? Please. That tiny, pathetic excuse for a cock tells me otherwise. You’re nothing but a sissy in denial, and I’m here to make sure you embrace it.
- I’ll dress you up in the prettiest pink dresses, frilly panties, and knee-high socks, so you can finally look the way you were meant to—like a blushing little sissy girl.
- How about a crotchless bathing suit? Perfect for a neighborhood walk of shame, with a big, bold sign that tells the world what a little diaper-wearing sissy you are.
- Imagine being forced to dance for my entertainment, your clitty bouncing like a tiny, useless worm, as I make you perform jumping jacks, twirl like a ballerina, and beg for my mercy.

Forced Exposure—Because I Love Watching You Suffer

- I’ll track down your ex-girlfriends and show them exactly what a pathetic sissy baby you’ve become. Imagine their laughter, the whispers, the screenshots—they’ll never forget what a joke you are.
- I’ll call them up and let them watch you squirm in your pink diapers, reminiscing about how unimpressive you were even before you embraced your sissy side.
- And let’s not forget the ultimate public punishment—standing on the sidewalk, sign in hand, as strangers snap photos, honk their horns, and throw eggs and tomatoes at you.

Your Humiliation is My Entertainment

I’m not your Mommy. I’m not here to comfort you. I am your tormentor, your humiliator, your teasing, sadistic cousin who gets off on making you feel small, exposed, and utterly powerless.

The best part? You know you crave this. That’s why you’re here. So why pretend? Submit to me now, call me, and let me put you in your rightful place.

Cousin Jenna is waiting… but you won’t like what I have planned for you. 💋