Sometimes itwas a stranger, sometimes an aunt, but most often it was Mom or Sis.Or both. I was their unwilling victim, I was at their mercy, and Iima...ined myself crying out in protest as they feminized me. "You'reDelicia now, little girl!" they would say, and I would imagine myselfprotesting, "No! No! I'm Frankie!" This fantasy was exciting beyondmeasure, and with that my panty sessions started giving me erections.What would they do with me once they had dressed me up? Make me walkabout. "Susan stripped off her dress and put on the skimpy outfit. Harry nodded, "Just the right look Suze. You should do well tonight. Here - put these on" and he tossed her a pair of calf-high boots with four-inch spike heels. "Here we are" said Harry, "give me your purse."Susan passed him her purse as she looked out the window. The surprise on her face was evident and Harry chuckled, "That's right Suze. Prostitute Alley. Tonight you become a professional."Susan turned and saw Harry taking all of. Your clit is fully engorged.? ?I don't like it, you sick bitch!? yelled Annie, as the boss, holding Annie's hood open with her thumb and middle finger, used her index finger to spread oil on her clit. ?Now I need this pussy to cum nice and hard,? the boss said. ?I like my cunts very tender. And your cunt is going to be all mine. ?No. You're. Sick!? Annie panted. Glancing at the blond, I saw her using her thumbs and forefingers to massage Annie's nipples. ?Very. Gimme at least three good innings, hear? Five'd be better. Wanna rest some people y'know"I nodded, sought out the big catcher, and he and I sat with the pitching coach, a grizzled old National Leaguer who still chewed Red Man tobacco. We went over the Braves' line up."Now don' let that smart-ass bastard beat you," the coach said, meaning the shortstop who had won the batting crown two of the last three years and could show off a World Series' ring if he wanted to, and he often did.Bigger.