I know from then on I needed to try on more things. I was like most young sissies by trying on panties, pantyhose, and bras. I would go in to the bath...room and in to the hamper to get my mom’s things and put them on and walk around in my room at night or when my mom was not home. This went on for many years. I started wear more and more things. Went from the simply things to wearing skirts, blouses, and heels. I even started to try on make-up. I did not do a good job of it be I tried. I did. Elis got caught up with couple of other boyfriends who were dragged to the meeting; something about lighting at the next Senior Crappy Event."Look, Elis." Erin raised my hand up for to see. "He's not wincing when I do it anymore."Elis glanced at Morgan before nodding as if impressed. Ahmo pressed her lips together; she wanted to say something. Morgan stepped in front of my sister."Wanna come hang out with us, Erin?" Morgan asked sweetly. "We should celebrate another person Tavi has developed a. Which will add to your beauty. And when I want you'll have a cunt for a mouth" he chuckled. So now I have a set of perfect, sparkling teeth. And when Master John desires I remove them and he fucks my mouth like a pussy. I snap back to the present and place my dentures in their case and reach for my lipstick. I apply a fresh coat, Master John demands I must have a fresh coat of lipstick before taking "dicktation". I crawl around to the front of Master Johns desk and wedge myself between. My pash were for newsreaders; older men with authority and confidence. Groomed and worldly-wise. One in particular, Reggie, used to read the news with a cute, confident drawl and ending with a lop-sided grin that made my heart flutter. Oh, yes. We would bump into each other on his holiday here in my town on the south coast, sweep me up into his arms and whisk me back to his smart Chelsea apartment where we'd mingle night after night with the Tele-stocracy, drinking and dancing.... My reverie.