I slid up to the bar and leaning over the bar so he could hear me and promptly flashing everyone standing behind me, I asked the bartender for a cocon...t rum and orange (they look at me strangely when I order it for some reason). A large ebony rastafarian wandered over and stood behind me dancing to the music that was pumping all around us, pumping so hard it even made the barstool vibrate where I was perched waiting for my drink. I swiveled the stool and slightly spread my legs watching his. Plaing both hands on my shoulders, fucking slowly an deeply at first, but with every thrust becoming more forceful than the previous one, making me moan in pleasure with a hint of pain, the louder i moan the harder you thrust. Feeling your cock thumping my hot wet cunt, hearing your breathing rate increase an grunting as you slam your hips harder against mine. i move my hand to my clit, an can feel how hot and swollen i am. i begin to play with myself letting my clit role among my fingers,. We want them up high and tighthugging your body to keep you safe and remind you that you are a sissylittle girl." Oh Aunt Rachel I'm about to let out my sissy juice I think. It feels sogood! Am I always going to be a sissy like this Aunt Rachel?" Oh yes sweetheart. You can never be a real man. You are just too muchoff a sissy and you will most certainly turn out gay when you get older.Now you go ahead and cum for Aunt Rachel." Oh it feels so good to be a sissy. I want to wear pretty dresses. Naturally I never went to the funeral, although I may get round to pissing on his gravestone one of these days. The will was a surprise. Obviously me and my sister got nothing. Mom got the house and a very small pension. The business and his obscene pile of cash in the bank went to... a secret 'second' family. Yes, the bastard was cheating on Mom for years.Still, at least it meant we didn't have to sneak around to meet any more, and I started to visit the house quite a bit. I was worried.