..The husband became 92 years old.The moral of this story: Men who are ungrateful bastards should remember fairies are female...These are compliments ...f J & B.Work was a woman’s job, but one evening, Kathy arrived home from work to find the children bathed, one load of laundry in the washer and another in the dryer, Dinner was on the stove, and the table set. She was astonished!It turns out that Victor had read an article that said, ‘Wives who work full-time and had to do their own housework. I've not wanted to wear it, fearing how much of my body will beleft exposed, but for some reason I have a real desire to impress Gretaand her boyfriend. Maybe because they are a little older than I amsupposed to be I really want their acceptance.I swallow my pride and go for it. Black tights, knickers and bra all on Islowly pull the dress on over the top of my head. The material is thinand clingy. It holds on to every part of my body showing no mercy. Mybreasts jut out and my thighs have never. So I quickly crawled out of the house and onto the front lawn. Steve had gone to the kitchen and grabbed a plastic container of Maple Syrup. I crawled up next to him. Lay on your back, he ordered. I obeyed and automatically spread my legs. He opened the bottle and emptied some of the contents all over tits, cunt and ass. The syrup was sickly sweet and it had a very distinctive smell. Follow me, he ordered. I crawled on my hands and knees for about the next 15 minutes. At first, it was a. Gone was my familiar bulge between my legs. My little lace panties hid more of what they did to me. I woke up one day in the ‘school’ only to find myself in an operation room. One of the nurses said that I came through with flying colors. They had given me a full sex change operation, and now my new plumbing’ Would get so much of workout ‘ she exclaimed !!!!! As I saw more of my reflection, more of what they had done to me in ‘school’ came back to me. I now had a very feminine little turned up.