I wash my face, moisturize again, and shave off the whiskers. I stillhave Ellen's teeth, but there's not much I can do about that. I go backto my bedr...om, pulling on loose fitting boxers, socks and smart greypants, with a well-fitting white shirt I bought for interviews.Everything feels strange -- too loose, ill fitting in all the wrongplaces. The cut of the pants feels uncomfortable, and the boxer shortsfeel huge."Come on Kevin, get it together," I say out loud, and sit down to tiemy laces.. There was jewellery to put on. An ankle chain, severaljangly bangles, big hooped earrings and a necklace with the word "slut" onit.Strangely, I looked around and there was no wig. I looked in the mirror andrealised how ridiculous I looked. From the ground up, I looked veryfeminine and like a slut, going up to my heavily made up face. But the lackof a wig combined with my short boyish hair cut left you in no doubt that Iwas a male. A simpering feminised sissy male. I knew I had to go. God the door wasn’t even closed. We were in the alcove by the shredding machine. Quite apt actually. They literally shredded my dress, bra and panties off me, like roughly peeling a banana. Nothing put on their ‘bananas’ though, dirty buggers, no condoms, but I was too trash randy to care. Pregnancy precautions; always the girl and her trusty pill.Shit I was squeezed between the pair and I loved it. Cock nuzzling into my body front and back. My tits getting sampled. My neck nibbled. My pussy. I enjoy sleeping nude as well."My god, it took all I had not to stare when she undressed next to me! I kept my back to her while I stood by my wife and took off all my clothes as well.Still, with my back to Lisa, we all climbed into the bed once Brenda had finished stripping with me. I entered the bed first on the right side before my wife followed suit, putting her to the right of me.Once I got settled into a spooning position behind my wife, I realized unlike me; it wasn't my buddy to the.