Quickly, I decided to get undressed and put a towel around my waist to avoid letting her see my shamefully excited cock. As I was fastening the towel... around my guilty prick I heard her mutter an mild expletive. "Is everything ok?" I asked, sure that she was really pissed at me. "No, I forgot my soap and shampoo, do you think you could hand it to me?" she asked. It seemed her own voice was as shaky as mine and I wondered if she was crying because I saw her naked. I went to her and handed. He playfully grabs it and swings it around. I squeal like a little girl. He knows I love that. My legs spread again as he crawls on top of me. Before pushing his penis inside me he reaches behind my back and unsnaps my bra. He pulls it off and quickly sucks my nipples and gently bites them. My grandpa is the only person who does this to me and he does it so well. “I love you grandpa,” I smile up at him. “I love you too,” he says and kisses me. Then he sticks it in. He’s rough about it today but. I began wondering if being immersed in all this femininity and especially how I had to act, move, and speak if I would ever be able to stop doing it once it became habit. I noticed my walk had already become feminine without having to think about it anymore - and that took only two days!The doorbell rang at noon, just as we had set our lunch out on the table, preparing to eat. Melissa told me to sit while she went to the door to see who it was. Listening carefully, I heard a deep man's voice,. "So open it already!" he said.Connie shrugged and pressed her thumb to the button.There was a sharp knock from inside the crate that made both of themjump.The hum that Jason had heard earlier resurfaced. This time the hum rosein pitch like the sound of an electronic flash on a camera. Then, witha metallic ratcheting noise, the sides of the crate slowly pulled asidehorizontally like window blinds.Inside the crate revealed what looked like a seated human form wrappedin a cloudy plastic bag. Jason.