"Are you sure you want this thing inside of you, pretty lady?" he teased. "Yes," she said. She fell back on the bed, ready to receive him. Pulling off...the black lace bra and tossing it aside, she threw her arms back over her head and waited, realizing how enticing her full, white breasts looked in that position. Then she spread her pale thighs wide apart and drew her knees back, giving him a clear view of her swollen, beet-red pussy lips and prominent, hairy asshole. She knew from experience. I?m about to lose my house.?Shit. I knew immediately where this was going.I took a deep breath. ?I thought you and Robert had investments,? I said. I tried to sound positive.By now Chris had stopped crying and was ready to talk. ?I thought we did too. It seems that my dearly departed had a gambling problem. There?s nothing. No stocks and bonds, no savings account and no life insurance. Nothing! He spent every cent. He even owes a bookie here in town. Thanks God I know the guy?s wife. She got me. My husband lookedbeautiful. Most people would easily mistake him for a woman.When Sophie saw the results she was speechless and couldn't stopadmiring herself in the mirror.Next, I fixed her hair. My husband wore his brown hair long, so withvery little effort and my curling tongs, I managed to style it so itlooked much more feminine. I smiled at Sophie and told her we could dyeher hair another time, but for now it would do.I turned to my sissy and said. "Come on Sophie, let's get you dressed.. I'll get some cash though, I can't have you buying me coffee every day."She swirled out the door again, and I got back to my work, but kept thinking how much I was looking forward to the next morning, and another coffee with Milo.And the next morning was much the same. She sailed in the door, dropped the bag on my desk, handed me a coffee, and plonked herself on the desk. For a few minutes as she sat there, her legs were crossed, and her short skirt covered her thighs in relative decency. But.