Who would fu- have sex with someone that looked like me? A fetishist who looks at me and only sees a cow? Oh god. What if it doesn't stop? What if it ...keeps going and one morning I wake up and I'm just a fat ugly cow on four legs? Would it be worse to still think like a human or to lose myself completely in it? Time passed as Lynn wept on the floor. The sun rose above the horizon and the young woman's tears slowed to a stop. Occasionally, she hiccupped and sighed heavily while staring at a pile. " You have the rest of the night off, in fact you have tomorrow off too. And don’t worry about the kids." Why would she say that about the kids I’m wondering. Oh well. I go into the locker room. I shower shampoo and shine, put on make-up and unzip the bag. Excited looks light up my face, my eyes opening wider, to see a beautiful, dark blue silk dress. One with a low back, short, very sexy, and very elegant. Internal dialogue. He has the BEST taste! Matching pumps, cool he thought of. The reaction of my dickie, as she has started calling it, are evidence, she says, that I want to experience sex with a 'real' man. I continue to deny this, but I am less and less sure that she is wrong. I've had fantasies about exciting another man ever since I started playing with feminine clothes years ago. The biggest changes have been in our sex lives. She has taken over completely, though what she calls sex, I call degradation. She decided early on that toilet training would be. "Did you have to take off my bra so soon?" Madi asked, moving her arms up slightly to intervene with my kissing of her breasts. "What if my brother or sister walks in on us?" "Then they'll get a show..." I kissed her once more and decided to stick to groping her breasts while rubbing my cock on her stomach. I would of never thought that to be stimulating at all, but I found myself erect from everything that was happening, and moved my cock to her breasts. "Wow, it's so big!" Madi giggled as.