It's not the beginning of an epic saga or even a sweeping chronicle. No, Most Patient Reader. It will simply be a collection of 5k - 20k word smutty s...tories that will each have a beginning, middle and end written by yours truly.Think of it as a psychic dumping ground of an over-active imagination that spends far too much time obsessing about everything sex related. Mind controlled sexiness doubly so, I do have a passion for such deliciously dark tales.For instance; should I be watching some. I'm not interested in the sexual side. Iwant someone to talk to, someone who understands what I go through.It's not easy being a crossdresser, you know."Helen was tempted to say that it was easy. You just put on some women'sclothes, a wig, high heels and a bit of slap. However she thoughtbetter of it. She knew it wouldn't help the situation."You could talk to me," Helen suggested."You don't understand. And there really would be nothing sexual betweenMillie and me. That's why I said you could. Everything felt right. Was this normal? What about yesterday when I was someone else I think? Which of them was I?I stared at myself again. It was so strange to see someone different to what I expected. I smiled and she smiled back, prettily. I found I'd picked up a brush and started to sort out my long hair without thinking about it. The way it felt was amazing. It was only then I fully realised that I had got my wish.I would have run downstairs but I felt slightly different when I moved. I. ”“I don’t even know what that means,” replied Faith. “You aren’t making any sense.”Linny explained what she meant and Faith grew more irate with each new revelation. She was not going to be treated as human. She was going to live in a stall. She was going to be exercised and raced and shown. “It will be lovely. I think it must be most exciting to be a slavegirl.”“I’ve had it with you two,” Faith said angrily. She pointed a finger at one girl and then the other, causing her breasts to jiggle as.