I was with one of the big fish companies (you know, the ones that caused us all such grief), and in a few years I made a lot of money, and I mean an o...scene amount!Towards the end of the first year in London, I noticed I was getting fat. It's possible to gloss over the issue and talk of bring 'well built' and 'bulky', but I was too much of a realist. I was fat, even bordering on obese. Too much sitting at a computer, pub lunches and too much alcohol. I got out of breath running for a bus. Not. When alone, a sissy must dress as a girl. Good sissies wear lipstick while alone.A sissy always keeps himself free of facial hair, and is otherwise well groomed. He must always be presentable, ready to please. Good sissies shave their legsEvery morning after he wakes up, a sissy strips naked, tucks his boy-clit between his legs and stands in the corner of his room for 10 minutes. He says out aloud “I wish I had a real pussy” during corner time.A sissy must find a real man (his Master) to. Several of her male colleagues were as surprised as her.“And here is our hostess for this afternoon ‘The New Place of Men in the Workforce’,” grinned Mark, “Elizabeth Faighin.”When Mark started clapping, the other men joined in as they accepted and began to appreciate the situation.All of them had thought that she had been beautiful, but for this last month she had been a tease. They had seen enough to want to see more.Frank approached her. “It was Mark’s idea,” he explained. “I am sorry.”His. She would kiss Ms. Brendan, tell her how she loved her (she was getting better at that), and then they would proceed to the gym-room. There she would at some time in the morning be inspected by the doctor. In the meantime the exercises would start. As mentioned, the first week it was just upper body, as her cut had to heal. But the next week they moved on to her belly and her legs. These exercises would exhaust her enormously. Donna was never endured this kind of heavy labor, and Ms. Brendan’s.