Stop. No words or sounds from the people that were guiding you. They gently pushed backward, and something was behind you.They wanted you to sit down.... You felt a seat behind you with a back that seemed like a chair. The back was not upright, and it slanted back. The covering was some soft cloth. There was even a small headrest pillow at about the correct height for your head. The sitting portion seemed abbreviated in its length from the back. A cushion for your bottom, but it was like the front. I browsed through The Limited and found a dress that fit me like a second skin. It was black, knee length, there was no back to it and it tied around my neck. It was perfect. While I was in the dressing room admiring myself my cell phone started beeping it’s familiar Mission: Impossible theme. I grabbed it and brought it up to my ear. “Talk to me”, I said. “Hey there, sexy.” A huge goofy grin came across my face at the sound of Ed’s voice. “Hi, baby, ready for tonight? I can’t wait to see you. Meine kaha thanks aunty aap buhat achi ho agar aap bora nahin mano to eik baat bolo aunty ne kaha haan bolo to meine kaha aunty mein aap k boobs ko dekhna chahta hun aunty ne pehle to mana kia lekin meine kaha plz aunty mujhe aap buhat ache lagti ho plz aunty apne boobs dekhain na phir unhone kaha acha thik hai aur unho ne apna eik boob gown sey bahar nikala aur kaha ye lo dekh lo mein aunty k boob ko dekhne laga aur mera lund dobara khara honey laga meine aunty sey kahan aunty kia mein ise. He counseled me and gave me pills to control my unwholesome urges.Within a few short weeks, they started to work. I no longer found mywife sexually attractive and instead was able to treat her like aperson as the Father said I should. My wife didn't understand at first,so I sent her to see the Father. She came back a changed woman.She decided then that she would confront her unnatural urges then andthere. She made me strip. She saw my shriveled testicles and penis thatstruggled to get hard in.