I am not this woman of their desires. I am not a woman at all. I am male!Thinking back I am unsure how or why I had volunteered for this. It started a... a joke for me. Playing the part of a sissy in a chat room on the Internet. Over a period of 6 or 8 months of flirting and teasing I had warmed to the idea of actually being a sissy. Then I met her.She challenged me by giving me assignments each new one a degree more exciting and more humiliation than the previous one. At first it was just. They laughed and he said no his wife liked my boldness and I was fine I realy liked her looking at my body and ass it turned me on that her husband didn’t care. I began to leave the blinds wide open in the mornings and she did notice it and I would walk around in under ware which I’m sure she did see me , after a few times of her seeing me I was extremely turned on and felt like going around nude so I could let her see my cock too. After the lady from the church moved I was left with a dull. Sam looked at Alexis in a surprisingly clinical manner, not especially moved one way or another. She could tell that Alexis had dressed in a manner intended to appeal to the 'old' Sam — a gauzy blouse that was translucent enough to expose the outlines of her breasts and to show the wearer's nipples. Her short skirt emphasized her already long legs, the lack of stockings revealing her golden, tanning-salon skin tone, and she wore high heels that enhanced the muscles of her legs and tightened her. I dared not go anywhere as the sun came up over the city. I hadn't slept so well in years or as far as I could remember. I felt rested and reinvigorated. I kicked the sheets off the bed and pranced my little naked body towards the bathroom. I cupped my own plump bottom in my hands and squeezed as I stole a look into the mirror. My ample breasts were a sight to behold and I flashed myself yet another devious smile that seemingly didn't belong to me. I leaned into the shower and turned on the.