I thought distastefully of the time those two teenagerstricked me into playing Strip Poker with them. I had lost first myclothes, then my masculine bo...dy hair, and finally my very identity asthe girls had lured me to this very boutique where I met Evelyn Traynorfor the first time. Thinking that I was a willing TV slave, she hadglued realistic breasts onto my hairless chest and a triangular wigover my crotch, disguising my sex perfectly. A little makeup and along, long wig completed my. And she told me her name was Melissa. I was pretty scared but shedidn't seem offended by my presence. In fact, she was checking me out.Her gaze got stuck on my genitals. She remarked on how I had beencastrated and I was kind of like, "Uh-huh." she said that she'd neverseen a woman's penis before.I turned to look at her then. I don't know - I think it was that she hadlooked at my dick and still managed to see a woman. That felt so good,just being recognized like that. I got such a headrush that. She cooked and cleaned. She grocery shopped and took care of the laundry. She stayed out of our hair unless she and Kimberlyn had their girls day which I loved. Mom did everything while my wife and I took care of all of the bills and provided her with a loving home. In the beginning we thought our sex life would suffer with Mom being in the house, I mean really, who wants to fuck with their mom right down the hall? But even that wasn’t a problem. At night, Kimberlyn and I could fuck like. "I saw myself in the mirror. "Shit!" That's really unladylike language!" But I'm not a lady." You really want to be known as my little bitch? Or would you prefer tobe a lady? Come on which would you prefer?" Neither I am a man." Take a look at yourself in the mirror again and say that."Apart from my hair I looked like a woman. Lorraine had added falseeyelashes and eye shadow so that my eyes looked as unmistakably feminineas my lipstick coated lips."What have you done?" I am trying to force.