"Have you ever found a girl attractive?" I asked. Gwen quickly glanced at my sister, a very pretty, big breasted redhead, before admitting, "Sure, all... girls do." "Exactly," I said, without going deeper, wanting her to ask the question. "How does that correlate?" She asked. "Ever check out another girl's breasts?" I asked. Again she mindlessly glanced at my sister's ample cleavage. "Sure, but I still don't see where you are going with this." "You were raised in a world where woman's bodies are. I looked around and noticed that no one was around in the room and the dildo was still in my mouth and I could see the hose was still attached but I had no idea what it was hooked to. I wiggled around as much as possible testing the restraints and quickly discovered that they were just as tight as when I earlier tired them. I had no idea how long I had been tied up or even passed out, but my legs were not really tired from standing in one place all the time, even though they were spread apart.. My white chiffon dress hung neatly, ready on the front of the closet door. I sat at the vanity and tried to keep my pouting bottom lip from shaking as I wondered how I had come to this. Was I a "happy bride"? Not exactly. You see, I'm a sissy. I'm a young man who has demonstrated under the new Virility Law that I am unfit to marry and reproduce, and am also unfit to bear "full responsibility" for my life decisions; which makes me available to be sold into marriage to a "virile male of suitable. “I want to get back to it...”Clarissa pushes the hair from her friend’s face back. They grin joyously at each other, wrapping their arms around one another. “We’re just getting started,” she says before flipping her friend over onto her back. She crawls over the girl and straddles her thigh. With the legs scissoring together, she pulls Priscilla’s free leg up in the air and grinds her pussy onto the other’s.The sensation of having Clarissa’s snatch mashing against her own sends waves of.