"He lent forward, "Well I think it was and as I'm calling the shot's that's what you are going to ask for next."We stared at each other, his eyes fast...ned to mine, "Get on with it or the box fly's."How long were they going to stay, what could I do, if I stopped playing this game Daniels life, no both our lives would be in ruin, I took a deep breath, "I want Barber to put his hand up my skirt."He shook his head, "Why do you only say half the sentence?"I swallowed, "And have a feel of what I have. He then took it in his mouth and sucked it for a minute or two. He stood and leading the man by his cock took him into the bedroom and pushed him on the bed and said "Don't move". He then went and retrieved his purse and returned to the bedroom and entered the bathroom. There he took off his clothes and stepped in the shower and quickly washed his body all over using the lovely smelling orange flavoured body wash. He wanted to feel clean and fresh as he planned to followed out the idea he had. I was only depressed by the shell-like aspect for a minute, not more than that, with that awful wig and terrible make-up, looking not asleep but as though she'd never been real, and then I saw her as she'd looked in bed with me, so thin and waiflike, so beautifully pale and smooth, hairless, her breasts distinct balls because she'd lost so much weight. They'd put a falsie on the corpse to make it look realistic and the fake breast made me think of the tiny lump she'd hated me to touch.I guess I. Now for the coup-de-grae. Itried on one bra after another. Modeling each in one before the bedroommirror. It was delightful.I spun around like a high fashioned model. I walked up and down a pretendwalkway. I shook my boobs like a stripper.Now that I finally accepted my feminization, I had no trouble withflaunting my femininity in the mirror.Again, I was no beauty queen, but I felt divinely female (even with araging hard-on trying to poke its way through my wife's skirt).Oh yes, I squeezed into.