He then felt the girls starting to dress him and they started with the underwear and they felt so soft against his skin and when he felt something sli...ing up his arms and then being rapped round behind his back and then being fastened in place he new they were dressing him in girls clothes and that is what the girl meant when she said she wanted to make him more feminine. Now he was really getting worried and a little scared, what would dad think and say if he saw him like this? it was just too. "Come in."Slowly he walked in; she shut the door, and stood staring at him, somewhat defiantly. He shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly, and grinned at her."Well, what do you want to talk about, Donald?"He moved over to the couch and looked at her."You mind if I sit down?"She shook her head and walked over to the large chair and slowly sat down, staring at him curiously."I want to say I'm sorry about yesterday," Donald began, looking down at the floor, and playing with his hands. "It. The urge is powerful, overwhelming. I know I should wake you but I don’t, rationalizing that it would be pointless, that I’m not going to last, that I’ll be unable to hold back long enough to please you. It proves true as I feel the rush to climax, the intense singular sensation of release building and bursting forth in a knee-buckling orgasm. I come in several massive spurts of glistening white, my semen showering down across your sleeping form in shimmering ropes and splashes. Across your. Never so hard and the gaze he shoots across them is hungry for them both. He leans against the side of the sofa, calmly letting his own hands stroke himself as he watches them both. His beta is not a slender curvaceous sort of boy, all man, especially when compared to the pretty little thing with curves to die for. He smiles, green eyes hooded, but eager to see her hands slide between his legs to touch him as his own fingers find her opening, warm and wet as the mouth that had earlier engulfed.