My feelings are already hurt, my self-confidence is destroyed, and worst of all, I think I'm getting a case of blue balls. As I slowly drag myself hom...e, I notice something. Mom's car is still gone and there's another car at my house. So I walk in like I always do and look around, assuming it's one of Marian's friends when I hear, "You fucking SON OF A BITCH! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE NOW! I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! YOU GOT THAT?!" followed by the loud crash of a door slamming and glass. In the front of the transport sat another Mistress. Her skin was dark like Mistress Azana’s, and she was big too, more like the females of the southern hemisphere of Utuduo. Bewildered, he sat up in the large sumptuous bed, the memories slowly coming to him. Someone had changed his garments. He lifted the thick blankets that covered him to peek. He wore a soft white tunic now with another garment similar to the one he wore earlier that wrapped around and between his legs. It seemed that all of. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as her father's cock spurted into her unprotected pussy.But as Roger pulled out of his daughter's pussy and slinked off to his room, tucking his cock back into his pantihose and hiding it beneath short, tight stretchy skirt that so perfectly matched his six-inch platform 0heels, Julia watched him go, and sighed.She just wasn't feeling it any more.The teenaged girl looked down at her garb; she wore a striped black-and-white corset, that pushed her huge, fake tits. He wasseemed to be further down the track than Jason was. His hair was ingirly pig-tails, he wore a silk blouse over a matching skirt, he hadstockings with high heels, convincing make-up, earrings, and a blackchoker necklace. The top button of his blouse was undone which accentedthe valley between his breasts. Poor Jason felt quite dowdy in hiscotton print dress and resolved to compete with his pretty friend.It was still two weeks of normal school before the official cross-dressing final week,.