The only victory in my shopping was apair of blue jeans my legs allowed me to try on. Unfortunately the waythey clung to my new feminine ass made it a...hollow victory. Even worse,they put pressure on my crotch that made me blush. All and all ahorrible day.I now had a wardrobe to wear in conjunction with my altered form, but Idefinitely didn't feel good about it. The inability to overcome thatinvisible force baring me from trying on certain articles of clothingthat either I or the clerk tried to. She was scared, and yet I could tell she was also excited&hellip, and it took about ten minutes for her to agree to take her pants off, but all she wanted to do was touch and lick for today&hellip, and I agreed happily, yanking my own pants off as fast as I could. Christy was fascinated by my little dick, and stared at it for several seconds before touching it. It was hard and standing straight as an arrow for her, and when her hand closed around it, I moaned with pleasure. I let her play with. She of course was already home. She was on the phone to her mother. He walked in and heard her talking. “Oh, I don’t need anything anymore for the most part,” she said. “We love one another. We spend romantic evenings together. I love him and he loves me. You know that of course.” She listened to her mother for a moment. “We do all that kind of stuff. I mean, I won’t get into all that. You understand. He loves me and I love him. It is a wonderful, lovable, and passionate marriage, Mom. However. ..Then my best friend Dave comes up to me, and he looks ....My heart skips a beat just looking at him.He takes my hand, we dance, and I love the feeling of his strong armsaround me.By the time the dance ends I'm trembling with a feeling I cant put myfinger on.Then he kisses me, and I can name it.I'm in love with him.I want him to hold me, and kiss me, and do things I am not equipped forwith me ....Then I wake up, crying.I dont know what to do about this.I dont know who I can talk to.I know.