I threw him out in disgust and she went for me, shouting that he was going to give her money for a fix and without it she'd die,"Don't talk bloody rub...ish mum" I tried to talk reasonably, "You don't need that shit" Watch your mouth John" she shouted, "Just don't forget whose house this is and if you ever do that again, I'll throw you out, have you got that?" Yeah, I think so" I said and went to bed, but when I woke up in the morning I found she'd sneaked into my room and taken all the money. There was a widevariety of lingerie, skirts and tee shirts, more than was bought today.It made me wonder how long my father was planning this transformation forme. I really don't mind dressing as a woman, but I did resent the factthat a lot of the current decisions were forced on me. I think I need totalk to my father about his high-handed treatment of me.I then went to the huge walk-in closet. There were a lot of dresses andskirted suit sets hanging in there. There was also about a hundred. I walk Joy to the front door, unsure of what to do. “It’s been such a lovely night, you must come in for a coffee before you go home.” Joy put the kettle on, then walks over and puts a cd on. The music starts and she take my hand and pulls me up to dance. We are dancing slowly, cheek to cheek, with Joy pressing herself closer to me, much closer than we were at the restaurant. I glanced down and had a perfect view of her cleavage. I had trouble taking my eyes off her, seeing such beautiful. I was simply too needy, inebriated and stimulated to care. I was on the same mission my stranger friend was! Apparently the crowd behind me in the dark was enjoying my ability to ride his cock all by myself while my lover was motionless with his hands now on his own hips!Soon though I felt his hands back at my waist and his furious fuck strokes began to once again cause me incredulous joy. I was screaming “Oh yes and Oh god” in the high pitched tones of a wounded female coyote! This was.