Onegloved hand reached forward and roughly grabbed Michelle's breast. Shegave it a quick squeeze and Michelle couldn't stop herself from shudderingin ...cstasy. "About three years ago," she continued, "one of the companiesI secretly owned was developing a prototype bodysuit aimed at transgenderpeople. Top of the line work. Breathable, touch sensitive, smart 'skin'that was as good as the real thing, realistic breasts, nipples and vagina,it could even simulate sexual excitation and menstruation. .. to service that awful pig of a man. I can't believe she would even suggest such a thing. I can't believe anyone could say such awful things. I won't do it. And that's that!" Mary nuzzled into her pillow, kicking her feet against the bed to emphasize her point."Yeh, that isn't the first time I've heard tell of that. You remember Cora? Well when Cora left a couple of months ago, she said she could make out just fine selling herself. Old Jenkins taught her how real good. That's what she said.". “Am I a slut? Why do I keep on submitting, no, eagerly participating? Am I going nuts?”Donna started to clean herself as her thoughts ran wild. She could not understand herself anymore. She did not like herself anymore. She disrespected herself. Better, she loathed herself right now.But as she worked through her feelings, her own hands were busy applying slut make-up. Changing her into Cutty, the wanton slut. How could that be? It was not even on auto-pilot. She took great care in applying the. "It was nice spending time with my sister and her family. Of course it got me to thinking more about my life.The next morning I was headed over to the shop and saw a sign advertising donuts. It made me laugh and think of Dad and Mom. I stopped the car and decided to go get a cup of coffee and a couple of donuts. When I walked in and spotted the woman behind the counter I began laughing. She was old enough to be my grandmother. She was an elderly woman probably in her seventies or older. She.