B. was a pretty quiet lady and had an I'll-do-what-you-say attitude. And she couldn't stand up to Mr. Ellsworth at all. So she took me home.When we go...t to the car, she said, "I believe you, Chris, but what can we do?"I just nodded. Mom would have peeled a strip from Mr. Ellsworth's backside, but Mrs. B. couldn't do that. So that was one difference I figured from having the B.s as foster parents, right away.Don't get me wrong. Mrs. B. was a wonderful person, and took care of me real good. I. It wasdifferent, more continuous, than my previous male orgasms, which wereexplosions of pleasure.First I was mad at Vera's due to her betrayal. My boss was supportive.She explained to me that the real owner of the company is Vera, all workfor her, including my boss, and she could not warn me before. There wasno way my own clothes would fit me. She helped me go shopping and allowedme to adapt to my new gender in my own pace.I was not the kind of friendly guy before, so I only had to solve. Courtney, you'd better collect your birthday kiss. If you want a little privacy, go over behind the hot tub. As long as you don't make a lot of noise, no one will know you're there. I have to talk to Brenda for a few minutes anyway," Renee said. She gave me a peck on the cheek and walked away. That was easy. Jen and Court had my hands and practically dragged me behind the hot tub. Renee was right. We were enough lower that no one could see us and if we were quiet, the jets would drown out. This is the story of Jigisha trying to shape her inferior husband to the one that she demands by enslaving him in various manner which turns out to be a bit selfish and filthy afterwards.Chapter 1I was all dressed and ready to leave for the salon where I control the happenings rest are controlled by employed individuals as I cannot be present at all of them at the same time.I had my favorite Kurti and leggings attire as I always loved to show off my perfectly worked thighs and calf.I called my.