Why don’t you show me the rest of the house? Do you live here, as well?” She told me that she did and showed me her bedroom at the end of the ha...ll. The furnishings were basic, but probably more than she’d had as a child.Once back on the main floor she showed me to my study. There was a powerful new desktop with a high-speed internet connection. A laptop and printer, also top of the line, sat on a large desk. I checked the computers, pleased to find Microsoft Office installed. I’d used. She laughed hysterically at my reaction and Master joined her in mocking me with his amusement.Everything they said was true. From the top of my blonde head to my pink painted toenails I was now a true sissy. The only thing that destroyed the illusion of a hot, trampy, bimbo was the shrunken penis locked in a pink chastity cage. If it weren’t my own reflection I was gazing at I might even become aroused at the image before me so complete was my transformation. My tits were amazing! My pouty. ”“Still not sure. Think I’ll feel guilty if I actually did it with you.”Argh!“But you are driving me nuts. I’ve wanted you for years.”“I know I’m sorry. Okay but I want to talk first, xxx”A minute later the phone rang and Kath answered, Andy just heard her side of the conversation which basically amounted to,“Hi Mum,….. Oh dear! …….Yes I’m sure he can do that…… afterwards he can bring you back here, Tom & Katie and little Byron are coming for lunch, it’ll be good for us to be altogether……….. Terry and I were schoolyard sweethearts, we married young, and so we grew up with our children, in fact Terry was the only woman I ever have had sex with.We had been lucky, winning enough money when we were eighteen, to build this house, with two children and another on the way. This was our only home, for we had lived in her parents home, before moving in here. Now the children have flown the coop, all marrying young, but not as young as we had.It was Peter who approached me. "Dad for the next.