" I said, letting my work-a-holic syndrome kick in.She looked up from her spaghetti. "At the stroke of midnight you're going to be as deep in me as yo... can get that fat cock with your lips attached to mine, Happy New Year Thank You." That sounds like a quota I can meet." I joked.My next bite of pasta left a strand hanging from my mouth that I slip-sucked in causing her to laugh."I hope you eat pussy with such zest and fervor. You DO like to spend some time there, don't you?" She asked raising. I showered and she gave me a nice dress for church and even allowed me panties and bra. I began to worry about what may happen later.We went to church and brunch and nothing happened. I was happy because I could do as I wanted without her threatening me. It was so pleasant all day, that I was having a blast being with the family and even with Mandy.But that all changed when I woke up Monday morning. I had to drink her piss and mine too. Then she made me lick her ass clean. I knew she had shit. She frowned at the pale gray dress covered with understated and unrealistic red flowers which was carefully folded on her desk, a part of the skirt falling over the side and floating lifelessly a foot or so above the floor. Obviously, a gift from her mother. She didn’t want it. She hated it. It filled her with vile loathing and disgust. She put it on, anyway, shuddering as the light cloth settled into place. It was just another reminder of the day and her change of status.As a child, she could. All of these places, shops and stores are designed notfor real ladies but just for men to be feminized and use theirservices.The women use these shops too but they are primarily design is totransformation of men. Beautifying is an understatement at theseestablishments. Men here are subjected to intensive extreme feminizing,beautification and glamorization techniques with the underlying themeare overt effeminate sissy tendencies. Almost all the outfits are veryrestrictive too. Making it.