Again, we locked lips and this time she started stroking my cock while swirling her tongue in my mouth. “Wait,” I said, breaking the kiss again. �...��You’re my best mate's mum, and you’re not that type, Liz. You’re a nice lady.” “I have needs, just like any other woman, you know,” she said. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You make me feel so hot, Arthur.” Our noses were almost touching as she began, again, to stroke my cock and speak to me. “Do you know how much it breaks my heart, knowing you are. I didn't know how long I had been u*********s, but the sensation of extreme heat brought me round, it was night and I suddenly realised that my situation had now turned into something really bad, I was naked and tied spread eagle in a large wooden frame. A huge fire only twenty feet away from me burned bright in the pitch black night as naked chanting warriors danced with spears held high around the crackling flames, while the entire spectacle was ringed by the woman of the village who chanted. In spiteof this entire, surreal transformation, there was no way in hell I thoughtof myself as a woman. In spite of the fact that I had just walked throughthe streets of the city in this elaborate masquerade, I couldn't be awoman. In spite of the fact that I sat here now, a half a foot shorter,sixty pounds lighter, this long hair, hanging, these hands, thesebreasts...no. In spite of the fact that I look down at my crotch, thismoment, in these slacks, no dick, no balls, I see only the creases. I then got a pair of her No Nonsense sheer to waist suntan pantyhose from her dresser. They still smeeled of her vanilla scented perfume from Avon. I slid my legs into these wonderful pantyhose. After pulling them up my legs and onto my body I decided to wear my mom's white six inch chunky high heeled ankle strap sandals. I felt so wonderful. I was so excited and quite aroused by this time, as well as by the sight of me in my mom's outfit in the mirror. Also, I was very aroused by the thought.