"So what's up?" I finally remembered to ask."Oh!" she yipped. "I completely forgot about something and it means we can't go out to eat tonight."Great.... This was going to be one of those days.She told me about the chaperone gig and apologized for having one of her brain lapses. I was feeling pretty sober until she said, "I was looking forward to going out with you and lost track of everything else." Now that part sounded pretty good.I assured her it was okay and suggested the next. She liked to make things up. She was good at it. She had an amazing imagination. Lately she'd been using it towards nefarious ends. Torturing Winston like this was a prime example. It hadn't always been like that. He thought back to the days of "stolen kisses." He missed that nicer game. Little Jess was barely seven years old - he was eight - when she explained the rules for stolen kisses to him. She even summarized the history of the game as having been played on the palace grounds by the ten. "After a few adjustments she stepped back and I looked down at my chest. The forms gave me nice B-cup sized breasts. I was oddly aroused at the sight of them even though I knew they were fake.I knew Jennifer was still in control of my whole life from now on and I was starting to feel better about my predicament now. Though I still had my private reservations about dressing as a woman, I had to admit that the clothes did feel great on me. Jennifer handed me a shirt to put on."This shirt will go. " I nod forlornly. He reaches out and grips the back of my head. Pulling me forward his other hand finds my thigh again. "Kiss me," he says. I squeeze my eyes shut as he presses his lips against mine. I don't kiss him back, but he doesn't seem to mind. He runs his tongue over my lips and forces mine apart, when I resist his hand on my thigh travels higher and squeezes painfully. I open my mouth to him and he explores my mouth as he rubs my leg where he had squeezed it. I feel arousal surge in.