Ever since that dream over fifty years ago, I'd secretly held this desirewithin me. I'd see women on television and long to be them. I wanted somuch t... be able to tell my wife about my fantasy, but I knew she couldnever relate to it. I'd spent my entire life wishing I'd been borndifferently, yet being forced to live in a world that would never acceptmy most deep felt desire. In my dreams as a woman, I was always that sameyoung woman. Sometimes I could control those dreams and others, I wasjust. She smiled and then told me to tell her what the perfect slut looks likeand acts like."She's always in 5" or better heels, with stockings and garters on always.She always has tight, skimpy, or short skirt / shorts on and wears a thongor t-back panties on. Very reviling top on with D(+) titties shoved intoa bra that matches her panties but is a size to small so that they arepushed up and out. Makeup that is not outrageous but noticeable like heavymascara and glossy lips (that are smudge. The beautiful pink little nipples glowed like cherries in the early afternoon sun and Tom bent further to begin nibbling gently on one, bringing soft whimpers of delight from deep in her throat. He went to the other one, sucking and nibbling, until both were hard and erect and Linda was panting with aroused emotions as she clutched her father's dark head to her breast.The feel and taste of his daughter's sweet young breasts in his mouth was driving Tom wild with desire. He was still in a mild. She could feel a strange tightness around her neck and her arms seemed to be completely outstretched. She tried to move her neck, but felt resistance. It felt like she was wearing a neck brace. She remembered being involved in an accident and wondered if she was in hospital. She tried to move her arms, but they wouldn't budge. Her legs seemed equally immobile. She was able to ascertain that she was in a vertical position, but not much else.As her eyes came into focus, she saw that some of her.