We’ll know exactly what his desires are, what turns him on, how he expects us to behave at home and in public . . .we’ll be ready. Then it’s we...dding season! It’s huge here in town.”I didn’t say anything. They sounded giddy. I was horrified. Sent off to school not to learn anything but to be turned out as a perfect wife and sex slave? What planet was I living on!?“Don’t worry.” Naomi put her arm around me as we walked, “You’ll like it! That’s why it’s good to have a say in who you marry.. Kathy came with me this time, collapsing on top of me and moaning loudly as her abdominals spasmed. We lay together on the bed kissing and caressing as our strength returned. Our lustful display had the desired effect on Mark, who was once again sporting a massive erection. He stood beside the bed caressing us with his eyes, his lean, toned body tense and alive with anticipation. As Kathy and I turned towards him, cuddling and smiling, he grinned and slowly climbed on the bed, moving with. Butthe biggest surprise came when I looked at myself. I wasn't stunning, butI did look like a girl, probably even a rather pretty one. So, after thatrevelation I got hooked on the concept and started dressing up whenever Icould, every time getting a bit better at looking and acting like a realyoung miss.Sometimes I'd dress all out in one of aunty's formal gowns, do my hairand make-up, and eventually make myself cum in my pretty panties as Ipretended to wait for my masculine boyfriend to take me. A couple of days had passed since the man had given her his number, but she’d been nervous about using it. Up until now all contact had been in an online chat. If she sent the picture and the message, things would be different. Did she really want to find out where one push of a button might lead?“How do I look?”She had no idea where the man might be when her likeness and message reached the man, and had almost changed back into her ordinary clothes when a muted ping heralded his reply. When.