"I seen sausage meat ain't chopped up that much," the big-shouldered black woman said, smiling at me."Get on, now," I said, pulling up my drawers. "Yo...u should'a seen me when I was really hurt. It was ugly. Lady that sewed me up, Arabella, a red-headed black lady 'bout half your size, she wore out two needles and used up all the thread they had on my back, finally got a fiddle string to finish the job."Martha and Missy both laughed, and I wondered if I should have told them that the story was. I walked towards a mirror and noticed a blond beauty with make up caked on her face to look super slutty. I she had a latex red corset on and red fish nets on. She was amazing and beautiful. Just one thing tho... She was me. "Kandi this isn't funny" I said. "Relax jesus... you was knocked out for 3 hours. its only 3 am." Kandi said. "Nikki... I mean Nick. You look great" david said. I had to agree I was a bombshell. "omg Nikki... what a great name David" Kandi said. "She is a real keeper".. I fumbled for a light switch but failed to find anything, so I pulled out my phone and turned the light on, casting it around the room in a wide arc. It took me a second to process what I was seeing, and when I did I staggered backwards. It looked like a bunch of furniture storage at first, a jumble of irregular shapes, some draped with tarps. But as my eyes adjusted I realized that one of the things I was looking at was a torture rack, complete with crank wheels at either end. Off to the side. Was this journey entirely voluntary or was I coerced? Had I known wherethis journey would take me, would I have so willingly gone along? Did Isubconsciously desire to be transformed into what I have become? To thisday, I don't know the answers to these questions.I am a lifelong sissy who has always enjoyed to sensations of looking andacting and feeling like a woman. And my lovely wife knows this. She hasalways known of my secret desires and for years we had found fun ways toincorporate this.