I didn't make it down for dinner. The phone rang several times, but I didn't answer it. There wasn't any point to my answering it. I had nothing I cou...d say to anyone that would explain what I was experiencing. I didn't know it at the time, but Mama, Dad, and Uncle Bunny were all huddled together in the library, trying to figure out the best way for them to handle this situation for me. Uncle Bunny assured my parents that there were no legal claims that any of the Coulter's had on me. I had. ...how pathetic," she sneers making meshudder.I assume she is going to dominate me...but the phone call makes me thinkshe is also going to cuckold me. The thought sends blood to my cockmaking it throb achingly. Finishing her inspection she sits on the bedidly playing a game on her phone.A short while later I hear the door downstairs open and close."Up here babe!" she calls.I hear a heavy tread on the stairs and my heart races at my imminenthumiliation. A stocky man enters the room and stops. As far as he could tell very few did. He had heard storiesof domineering girlfriends forcing it upon their men, of discovering ataste for it after a halloween party, of women stuck in the wrong body.All of these seemed alien to him. He just started because he did. Thatwas the only reasoning he could ever come up with, as unsatisfying as itwas to him.While laying out his make up for the day, Sam felt the familiarrelaxation that came with dressing. For him crossdressing was stressrelief. A chance. Nothing much happened that day. I was waiting for a good time to take the next steps. I didn’t expect it will come so soon.Both were speaking something in free time. Unknowingly I asked her, “Do you remember what you told about your husband that day?” She immediately remembered and was shy. I started laughing. She was embarrassed and started to hit me. I tried to control her by catching hands.She was not ready to stop and she tried to hit me more. I got angry and also her touch was making me.