As you know I’m a dominant woman and have slowly began to manipulate you to be more feminine, especially with your longer hair and your slimmed down...figure. I have always wanted to feminize a man and have really had fun with you up until now. I never thought it would go any further. Then you called today and said that you needed a place to live and I couldn’t believe that I might actually have an opportunity here. Your fate was sealed when I told you that you would wash my lingerie, and I. ‘Jenna, I know all the problems in our relationship are mostly because of me, because of my jealousy toward other men. I’ve been seeing Doctor Aiza for three weeks, because your mom told us — well, told me — to get counseling. And it’s really been helping. I’ve made incredible progress in recognizing my issues for what they are.’ ‘Don’t mention my lunatic mother!’ Jenna shrilled, on the verge of tears. ‘She dragged me, daddy, and my two sisters to family counseling for two years. It drove us. I asked her what she meant when she was talking about personal hygiene. She pulled out the female dress code for the store. She said "I quote for you the dress code. All employees must keep legs arms and armpit areas free of hair. That's a rule so get shaving Missy." Why not, I have come this far. So 30 minutes later I was now hairless and waiting for the next lesson. I dressed in a conservative suit first, which I secretly loved, but realized would not be practical for the work I do. . He was too close for her to get any kind of leverage for a forceful kick. Her kick hit the dead air with a “whoosh.”“Son, let’s get the fuck outta here. Our job’s done,” he said, as he spit another wad of Skoal juice to the dusty corral ground in a long thick stream.Dad helped our neighboring rancher, Bill, any chance he could, and this was one of those jobs. Bill was a nice guy with not a lot of money, so dad would treat his horses without charge. The rancher was an old friend, and dad, being.