Oh, you know what happened. The usual. Ginger went from touching me todragging her panties across my penis to telling me how pretty I couldbe if I wo...uld become her sissy. And I resisted, because guys aresupposed to resist, but soon enough, I was wearing panties and a bra.From there, it was just a matter of time until I was one of the sissiesdancing, shaking her ass at the Mistresses and Masters in the room.At first, it was Friday night. Then it was the weekend. Then it waswhenever I was home.. (Vickie) Thanks. That's where I have a good time being the entrapping woman. Nostrumo used to protest that my men were too wimpish, going along. Maybe. I make them more deliberate or skeptical now. But it doesn't help! :-)(Darkside) Vickie, you have this aura(rightly or wrongly) of being mysterious, an enigma. Did you do this on purpose?(Vickie) Lots of readers WANT me to be my women, and that mystique helped them enjoy the stories. I hesitated a long time before blowing cover in my Bio. Didn't. It wasmuch quicker than body work on a car. With a car, you bang and sandand bondo, and finally you might get a different look. With Stacy'shair all it took was a little heat, a little twisting, and voila, atotally different look. Stacy showed me how to give her severaldifferent styles, and I eventually conceded that it might be fun to trysome of the different looks on my hair. There I sat in front of themirror curling my hair. I never thought that I would do it, and Inever in a million. “You’ll get it when I’m ready,” I said, smiling, no longer the shy waiter. She won’t forget this fuck, I thought, determined to give her something she would never forget. “I’m in charge!”“Oh yeah! You think so.” She suddenly bucked back and squirmed past me and dashed to the bathroom door.My pants were at my ankles and I couldn’t move to catch her. She laughed and reached for the doorknob. “So you want to play games, mister,” she hissed, taunting me.“You’re asking for it, miss.” I quickly got.