I’ll be there,” I said.“Promise?”“I promise,” I said.And he happily shook my hand. “Great! Show up as soon as you can that morning. You ...on’t regret it,” he said, before returning to work.On the Saturday morning of the party, I drove to Bill’s house in my van, with three tripods and video-cams in the back. I arrived at the door holding just my digital in hand, though. I wasn’t even 100% sure I was at the right house. A slim and attractive brunette, seemingly in her late thirties or early. In front of me lay an array ofcosmetics; foundation, powder and eye shadow plus mascara, blusher andlipstick. For the next three quarters of an hour Auntie June worked on myface with each cosmetic in turn; pausing every few minutes to make asmall modification here and there. I watched with a morbid fascination asI disappeared and a very pretty sissy face emerged in the mirror to takemy place. After applying a base of liquid foundation, a pale burgundyblusher gave my cheeks a girlish flush. Next. The sexiest clothes she owned were T-shirts and Jeans. I selected all those clothes that I thought could be salvaged and we took them back to my flat. There under my direction, and using my mum's old sewing machine, she started to modify them by making the skirts shorter and tops lower. Two months into our relationship and things were working out fine; my next assignment was to get her to lose those few extra pounds.One evening, we were lying naked on the floor and I look critically at her. No sooner had her lips slid over the head of my cock that I exploded into her mouth. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! I moaned and quivered with every wad of cum that shot out the end of my cock into her throat. My shots came farther and farther apart until I was drained. She then crawled around and lay on top of me and snuggled her head onto my shoulder next to mine. I wrapped my arms around her back, squeezing her tightly as I lay there in a post orgasmic haze. I turned to face her and kissed her, and we.