I learned the next day what had happened and the questions that hurtthe most were published in our town paper. They were published in someof the big p...pers as well, but the nasty story was in our town paper!I could still feel the hurt and pain as I remembered this event! Icould feel the silent tears start to fall as I remembered each painfulword. The headline read "Town 'SISSY' Helps Girl's Choir Group WinNational title!" Oh did that strike deep! The article that went withthe headline was even. Her libido was something which she didn’t needed to regain but repress. “How to make him a tiger in the bedroom” she giggled to herself. Imagining herself in sexy undies parading in front of her husband. He properly wouldn’t even notice. His interest in her extended to what’s on the TV and what’s for dinner. Sex was infrequent, boring and left her cold and unsatisfied. Her eyes travelled across the top shelf. Every type of porn for every taste. Wank fodder for men. She served these customers. It was a daily ritual before he realized that it was slowly taking over his life. It had become a constant companion even before he discovered captioned images and gave photo visuals to his imagination. Someone he knew, had sent him a TG story they had found in a Usenet group and it just struck a chord. The fascination was something he couldn't explain and he had been trying for years. He was sure that no one he knew would understand that the attractive part was the transformation. He wasn't. My mother noticed and told me maybe it was time to take a rest from Carole for a day or two. “I know young love can be demanding, but Carole is wearing you down my son. As your mother I realise you,re having great sex with her, but be reasonable about it or your health may suffer.” she advised me. Of course I knew best so carried on with Carole. It was the fact Carole had to,return home to start her freshmen year at Northwestern University that ended our heated affair for a while, but once she.