A spirit guide, if you will,” the spirit responded to her calmly, but firmly.“So, Satan doesn’t exist ... what about God?” Sheila demanded to ...know now.“Satan, God, all creations of man. At least the Christ, that is. And Jehovah. And Allah. Not your version of God. A big, old white man in the sky with a snow-white beard and hair. We, on the other hand, have always been here. Spirits, ascended masters, whatever you want to call us. I hate to break it to you, but the Nazarene is a false god, plain. But that’s only the beginning of the changes that have happened since I became her cuckold.Richard makes more money that I did, so they had me quit my job. I now dress as a woman 24×7, and stay home to take care of the house, cook, clean, do their laundry and errands, and more. I even go shopping as a woman now. Fortunately I am very passable, and it’s never been a problem.They’ve decided that I should have real breasts as well. One of them watches every morning to ensure that I ingest the. I sat in the chair and she continued to remove some other items that I couldn't see.Cindy: I want you to close your eyes. Now think of the perfect hairstyle you could wish for.I did as she asked. I saw a picture of her current hairstyle. She had light brown frosted hair. It was a few shades lighter that mine. She also had a very curly perm. I have to admit that I have never seen such small curls.Ken: O.K. I have a picture in mind(no pun intended)Cindy: Now I want you to relax and that. In fact he was out of state again finishing up some more training. That’s why I was here today, I had to get out and see people. Walking along I watched the couples, some of them with kids laughing and joking as they made their way through the mall. Doing their Christmas shopping they were oblivious to my plight. I knew I was feeling sorry for myself but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help myself as I straightened my white silk blouse, making sure it was tight. Don’t ask me why I did it. I knew.