Alan took his friends out to the back porch and they shot the breeze for about a half an hour, until the time came that they had to head back to schoo...l. After the funeral and the burial, the limousine dropped Alan and his folks off at their house. The street was lined with cars. Some of their friends and neighbors had gone to their house after the funeral to set up for the evening. Alan saw that the dinner table was pushed against the wall, groaning with plates of food and cakes. Someone had. In throwing my arms around him I had taken care to pull his night-gown up to his loins, so that his naked body pressed against mine as we embraced."In apparent surprise I cried out what is that pressing so hard against my body; at the same time moving my hand and laying hold of it. It throbbed violently to the touch. I threw the sheet off to see what it could be."'Dear me,' said I, 'how is this? What a change! it was not like that when I put you to bed last night. How has it become in this. With one hand I removed his jeans button and pulled his jeans down, his cock was straining in the briefs. I ran my hand into his brief and felt his cock. I could feel the thick cock and the head in my hands. It was already dripping wet with his precum. I kept moving the skin up and down and could feel it jerk in my hands. Ankit put his hand inside my T shirt and was busy kneading my boobs. After a long session of kissing, I knelt down and pulled his jeans down along with his briefs. His cock. In the fieldwhere I would be employed the most; the sissies and cross dressers andthe punishment stock, I had to know basic techniques of applying nippleclamps and anal butt plugs and feminine enema hygiene. When a man (?) isbeing unwillingly forced to be a woman, at least at the start of theprocess, pain can be a great help and motivator.I found that the Crossdressers did not need much motivation to be awoman. Their thrill was the dressing and the makeup and the possibilityof fully passing as.