I knew that no matter how hard I tried to think these kinds of thoughts, that I was still going to dress up as a girl.I had no excuses. I had no one t... blame it on. I could never be able to say that some one had made me do it. No, I was going to become a sissy, and it was by my own hand. I should have felt shame, but I did not. What I felt was a giddy kind of excitement, as though I knew that I would be doing this thing over and over again.I worked the delicate nylon material up my legs, then. "Okay, it's kind of subtle, but with cheesecake and glamour photography, and beefcake and all erotic photography, the goal is to establish personal contact between the model and the audience," Mr. Kelly explained. "For example - uh - stretch out on the bench, Miss Finch, on your side, please."I did, the bench cold against my naked hip, and I rested on one elbow, folding an arm self-consciously across my breasts, my leg bent to conceal my pussy. Even now, on the second day in The Program, I had. .), we rang the door-bell, knocked, tried everything, but to no avail. I was starting to feel just a little bit pissed off as I got into the car again, but Andrea simply said: ‘Then you can come to our place, you can sleep on our couch.’We soon arrived and got ready for bed. When I asked her where I should sleep (the couch was pretty small and full of whatnots), she pointed to the couch: ‘Either there ...’ and then to her bedroom: ‘... or there!’‘What about you?’, I asked, being a bit slow in. It was a real turn on listening to them. The next afternoon here they came again to attack me on the couch. Now they wasted no time in laying me down and their hands went right in my jeans for my cock….only this time they took my hands and had me feel their tits. Lisa had the more developed tits. Carol’s tits had been developing great though. Lisa and I both went under Carol’s shirt and both felt her new tits. Carol was really excited and took her hand off my cock and put it down to feel.