. not yet... !"No! Nooo! Wait, please... ?" Jean whimpered as his load of hot, swirling sperm gushed deeply up into her straining bowels and she groun... her ass cheeks tightly back against his pelvis to stop the flow, but her very action defeated her desperate purpose. The nibbling clasp of her spasming hot rectum milked it dry and the last drop of his scalding cum splashed deep up inside her rectum and belly... until he, too, fell away from her, his limp organ slipping uselessly from her. He knew how good he looked in thesparkling blue gown, liked the way it firmly hugged his breasts andupper body, enjoyed the silky swish of the skirt across his thighs andknees and shins, and thoroughly loved the way it showed off hisstatuesque left leg. He felt perfectly at home while wearing it, just ashe was starting to feel accustomed to his feminine body and the rest ofthe things he had been wearing over the last few days. He was long pastbeing embarrassed by his new self... that discussion. "Okay, it has an on-off switch, but when it's on, I'll have to be careful where I go, right?"She shook her head. "That's the cool part about a fetish. It can be tailor made to work on select groups of people."I nodded in appreciation of that tidbit. "Then what do I need to make one?" Okay, you need a Charm fetish that only attracts women," she said."Can we narrow that down a bit more?" I asked. "I don't want to wreck any marriages."She nodded, "Sure, but we can't be too specific." How about. I now want you to reflect on what I have said. It is awatershed moment for you. Think thoroughly and act according. Pleasespend the remainder of this time period doing so."Your first journal assignment for next week will be recording yourthoughts over the weekend ? whichever way this evening turns out.Peter mulled it over, never really debating the outcome. He would steelhimself. His male self simple did not work at any level, his femininepersona was far too strong. Going back was exponentially.