One reason to divide the stories into severalparts is to maximise the wanking opportunities.The more-or-less standard situation is that the male chara...cter isencouraged and enabled to crossdress by an understanding woman (or maybemore than one). Although he may not want to do this at first, he soondiscovers that his body finds it a very stimulating experience. Hisstimulation is evident to the woman/women. He cannot deny it. Both maleand female characters in the story now know that he is a sissy.. I also have a sister Gina who is not my sister. Explain.” I stared at her, awaiting her reply.Her eyes widened in surprise, but I continued to stare at her blandly, as if my strange family situation was a common enough one and really needed no further elucidation. Mind you, she was worth staring at in thoughtful mode for the pleasure it brought alone!“OK,” she sighed at length. “I give up. Tell me more about your family that isn’t your family.”“Oh, they are my family,” I said. “They’re just not. "Kristoff," he said again. He looked at Mitch. "What kind of name is Kristoff?"Mitch faced Doctor Massouf, who was looking at a chart."I need to know if he really has amnesia, or if he's just faking it."The doctor looked up. "And vye vould he be faking eet?" You said he got shot," said Mitch. "Maybe he's hiding something." Eef I vas shooted, I tink I vould be screaming my head oof abut eet, yes?" The doctor frowned. "Not all peeples who are shooted are being bad peeples." I think he's hiding. I don’t know if it was a sympathy rub, an exploratory rub or something else but his hand on my thigh was electrifying. I wanted to grab it and press it against my wet pussy to show him how much I wanted him but I maintained control.“Are you sure you want your mother as a drinking buddy tonight? I might cramp your style when it comes to the ladies.”“Don’t worry about it,” he replied with a dismissive wave, “It’ll be fun.”I know how these kinds of gatherings go. I went to college and to those.