I took out key and was about to open my rooms door. But being a gentleman I asked her “everything’s ok??”To which she replied “she has lost th...e keys of her room and it’s very late now and she can’t get help from anywhere”.I was really surprised to know that she stay in the room opposite to me and was cursing myself that why the hell I dint noticed this earlier.Well I came back to my senses and asked her if I can help her. She said – yeah, please help in breaking the lock.Cutting the story short. V. But that ain't helped get my rocks off as any normal bi- would want.....not knowing where to put your cock last before you cum and explode somewhere wonderful inside one of your partners... But the positive reason is because over these first two months since cumming out we've gone completely over to the right side of the street - Hallelujah....!!! Can't even believe it myself, but we're now on a local gay site and have had long erotic chats with prospectives, - thanks maybe to the full. The bookcase opened out like a secret door, revealinga large grey metal box about the size of a carry-on suitcase. As far asI could see, there was no lid - no way to open it. I inspected itclosely and looked at it from every possible angle but still could notascertain a way to access its contents. Looking back at the notes Ijotted down about my dreams, I searched for clues. Statues. Mother.Shadows. Mouse. I remembered that the mouse had whispered something inmy ear, but I couldn't quite. I can feel the cells of my breast flesh being torn and rearranged asprogramed by my Mistress. From nothing to a soon to be A cup. Thenfurther? If Mistress desires. My body must comply.What a feeling!What a humiliation! My Mistress, my wife, has consigned me to machines to feminize, tosissify, to emasculate me, her loving and adoring husband.This is but the first hour of my month of being a Sissy and already mythoughts fly in a thousand directions.I asked for this.I thought I knew what I was.