But I didn't wake up and itonly took me five seconds to realize that I wasn't dreaming, that it wasreally me in a dress and nothing was going to chang...e that reality.My first response took even me by surprise. I started to cry. That's oddfor me because I never cry. It's in the boy manual that crying isn'tallowed, that tears are for girls. But there I was, looking in the mirrorand a tear fell down my face. It was like putting on the dress and shoesand having my hair done like that took away who I. I now wear makeup all the time including very slutty lipsticks mostly red in colour like whores’ wear. I also have to wear eyeliners and they have pierced my nose and ears and make me wear 2 earrings on each year and a nose ring.Bunty jokes that the nose ring makes me look like a newly married devoted wife and while saying that, he would pulls down my pantie in front of everyone and presses my clitty hard to bring out some juice while the other members keep laughing on seeing this.Then Bunty. Fir hum normal hi,hello kia and ek dusre k bare main pucha.Uski husband us main rehta hay aur kavi kavar ghar ata hay.So maine socha ise try karu.Kuch din chatting k baad hum acche dost ban geye.Main uski bahut tarif karta raha aur wo khush ho geyi.Hum kafi double meaning jokes v karte rahe.Fir ek din raat ko wo boli use accha nehi lag rahaMe-keya hua dearWo-kuch nehi yaar thora neck pain hayMe-accha to main malis kar du Wo-how sweet, but tum to inha nehi hoMe-to imagine hi kar lo.Wo-hmmmm karo. As I'm looking around the room I notice that every time I look back you'd shifted slightly, allowing me to see more and more of your underwear until I've got a perfect view under the table of your spread stocking clad legs and moistening panties.. as you give me a cheeky glance to see me running my hand slowly running over my cock through my trousers, knowing you've turned me on so much I'm rubbing my hard cock in public makes your clit throb as you feel your lips moisten and you can't resist.