He is forcefully being made into a Sissy, allowed to wearthe clothes, albeit unworthily, of Womanhood. I do not need to be forced.I reject all malenes... I currently show and am willing, eager, to becomethe woman you have trained me to be. I don't know wether I will be ableto sleep tonight. At last I have come to this point. Take me to theHospital, I am ready." Oh, Jim, my son, this is one of the happiest days of my life. And I amsure your Grandmother couldn't be more pleased. As executor of The. OK, let’s go talk to Ted.”The walk from the treehouse to the main house was only about a hundred feet (thirty metres). They found the door locked and rang the doorbell. Soon they heard Ted’s voice from a speaker.“Who is ... Oh, hi kids. Something wrong?”“We can’t be on stage...”“The fans won’t be able to...”“We gotta figure out how to...”“They’ve been so good and we...”“How can we...”The door opened and Ted Michaels motioned them in.“OK,” he started, “one at a time, what’s wrong?”The kids. Heat radiated from both of them from their sexual exertion and they both lay panting and not talking basking in the afterglow of their mutual orgasms. Her vagina twitched occasionally with aftershocks of the strong orgasm she had just experienced.When her breathing had slowed, Sam rolled to her side and let her eyes rove over the body of the woman she loved resting beside her. Amy was covered in perspiration, as was she. She drank in Amy's beautiful curves with her eyes. Sam could not get. But it does get me another grunt. A sharp blow to her stomach earns a surprised squeal. Nice! I continue to whip her upper body, with occasional forays down to her soft belly. After several hits, the grunts become more frequent, interspersed with loader moans. When her torso is a criss-cross of red lines, some neat some more scraggly, I decide to up the ante. This time I start from below with a few strikes on the back of her feet, then on her shins, and now across her thighs. She is panting.