It happened approximately 20 years ago. Only the names have been changed to protect the naughty participants If you like it let me know and I would li...ke to hear any comments you may have.I apologise in advance for any grammatical errors as I have dyslexia and have real issues with grammar. Train journey homeSandy and I had just been to an Adult Cinema in the CBD and were heading home on the train. Not much to do except talk on the hour long journey to our stop so Sandy began to talk about the. First, he ties me to a chair, then he ties my wife to another chair. While binding my wife, he keeps on looking at her chest and his cock starts swelling."No, please don't hurt us!" says my wife."Shut up! I don't know what I'll do to you two," replies the intruder."Please please, I'll do everything, don't kill us," says Helen in a supplicant way."Everything? Mmm, let me see," says the intruder looking at my wife's tits with a mischievous grin. His hands go to her bra, rubbing her heavy tits. Would you like to spend MORE time as Felicity? Not juston the weekends? Would you like to wear things that match your prettyapron?"I remember this conversation as clear as day. If the apron opened thedoor to my becoming a sissy, my response to her question sealed my futureas a feminized domestic servant. In my defense, I answered as I didbecause I knew it would make her happy, not because I wanted to becomecompletely effeminate."Yes . Mommy! I would love to wear prettier clothing under my. It was a matter of principle, really. When Mrs. Brantley excused herself – Jane wondered briefly if she’d come back, after the way Carrie stared at her accusingly for the better part of two hours – Lucy leaned in. ‘Carrie,’ she whispered. Their friend turned her head slowly, almost robotically looking at the woman beside her. ‘Ummm…’ Lucy hesitated. The smartass comment on her lips a moment ago was now evidently forgotten. Jane was reminded of another Carrie. At a prom. ‘Listen…’ Lucy started.