My grades suffered and I ended up with a 2.6 GPA for the first semester. Dad called me up and read me the riot act.I got in with some hippies that wer... living off campus and I discovered the joys of cannabis smoke and speed. I really got strung out and my grades went all the way down to a 2.1. I at least completed all of my classes. I got several C's and one B. Dad was not happy. He was threatening to withdraw all of his support so I outmaneuvered him by signing up for the draft. The year was. At that point, Dad just gave me a knowing smile and made no comment.Tuesday: Everybody decided to take a day off. Art Sr., Dad, Jenn and I took an extra can of gas and a riverboat and headed upriver. We followed the river up near its beginnings, actually where the riverboat could go no further. We fished for grayling and caught several but let more go than we kept. After lunch, we started drifting down river still fishing as we went. At dinner time, we pulled into the bank and built a fire to. Glaringly, it did not include panties or bra. It was obvious that he wanted me to come to him “totally commando”.On appointed day, I showered, made sure that my pussy was smooth without a hint of stubble. I told my hubby to be naked as he helped me dress. I slowly pulled the thigh high all the way watching my hubby get a hard-on. Then I put on the shoes, stood up and on my long legs, I walked to the couch and sat down. Turning toward my hubby, spreading my legs I told him to lick me. He did a. He did not object and so, as well as wearing thenightdress during lovemaking to begin with, it soon became his normalnight-time attire.Well, as you might imagine with the lesbian theme dominating, a gradualfeminisation process followed with the husband putting up little or noresistance to this progression.To start with, he removed all his body hair, at his own suggestion.This was just after he started wearing nightdresses, in particular hisnew satin one. He now keeps his body completely hair.