" I don't think I can control myself," I teased, desperate to please the gorgeous girl who made me feel so much happiness. "But," I hesitated, suddenl... nervous. "I'm not sure how to do things."Carlie brushed the hair off my face and tucked it behind my ear. "I'll help you."I nodded with loving gratitude as she removed her nightie.I slowly kissed my way down to her waist. Her body was perfect. Every inch seemed, smoother, softer and sexier than the last."Now, take off my underwear, hon," Carlie. They kept as much as they could to the shadows of the billion-year old crater edges that were still rather grander than anything thrown up by conventional weaponry. They were relieved to discover that their space shuttle was still intact. Its chameleon-like exterior had camouflaged it well against the red planet's soil, but it was still wise to be prudent. Polar scouts would still be on the lookout for the distinctive plume of a rising space craft. Once the company was inside, Space Pilot Sadiq. My body tensed, stiffened, my hips rising from the seat, boldly displayed before them as my body shivered and my pussy pulsed open and closed around my fingers. I sagged back to the seat panting. I remained as I was, boldly displayed, panting and flushed.They both were smiling. They had stopped teasing each other and were only watching my display.Mr. Baldwin continued. “Yes … like that. You want to be our slut, don’t you?” Yes. “You want to be our submissive slut?” Yes. “You want to obey us in. This is the sexual reassignmentclinic. Males who want to become females come in here all the time indifferent forms of female attire and feminine appearances. Most of theguys transitioning wear dresses when they come here," Angela saidtrying to calm him from being so self conscious as they pulled up infront of the building."What about the males that don't want to be females?" he said bluntly."Do they wear dresses too?" he snapped back."Dexter you look fine, you will not look out of place here,".