This had causedhim no concern whatsoever as to being spotted as the sissy that he was.Tinted moisturiser was the first feminine progression to a goodc...omplexion. The electric epilator that he used to maintain a smoothfeminine body soon took over from his desire for a closer and closershave from his Mach 3 razor for his morning shave to the point where hedidn't need either everyday.Over time his progressive sissy stages of first light brown eyelinerthen after a while light brown mascara to match. She held her breath and half opened her eyes in the faint pre dawn light. It was Mark, her 13 year old son, whom she observed stealthily making his way to her bedside. Helen had her eyes barely open, so that Mark assumed his mother was still sound asleep. Helen wondered what he was up to. Her fingers were still wet and enmeshed in her hairy pussy, keen to renew their frantic mission.Mark remembered that his Mum always threw her knickers on the floor beside her bed before putting on her nightie. Good choice." He undid all the buttons, and separated the halves of the shirt to leave her breasts exposed.He dove right in. She moaned through the gag as his lips covered her nipple, his tongue probing it. Her nipples were as erect as he had ever seen them. He moved onto the other breast, kneading the first one with his hand. She was moaning, and squirming on the bed as much as her binds would allow. Then he stopped, ignoring her moans of protest. She heard him in the bag, and suddenly she. Pottsdale,” she mumbled. “Here it is.” They were travelling on a direct line from her home to Pottsdale. “Thank you, Trooper. If you can contact Sergeant Maxwell, please have him try to contact me on this frequency.”“Will do, m’am.”They were about half-way to Pottsdale now, and she urged Chock to go faster. He decided she must know what she was doing and started walking faster. It was easier going now that he could see clearly. As he increased speed, the owl began to move through the forest.