..There is one though. She has flitted in and out of relationships all her life. She was a precocious teenager and difficult c***d for her parents but...she always loved visiting me and my wife. When my wife unfortunately left this planet, she continued coming to see me...usually when she had argued with her mum or dad or both, or argued/split up with whoever her current lover was. Because we had known each other so long we have an easy relationship. She would quite often stay over if she had. Now she wanted to push our relationship but it was to be on her terms.She still lived with her parents and she needed to be in control. And so2016 was going to be the year of the sissy. I was to be the sissy. If Idid as she said then she would not have to show our mutual runningfriends the photos she had.I agreed. To be honest it was almost a dream come true. And herblackmailing me fed into my forced sissy fantasy. I even told her aboutmy blog (thefeminme.blogspot.co.uk) which then led to her. I could tell she was mad though, by the set of her jaw and the grim look on her face.I had her stop at my place to pick up some clothes, and she said to bring an armload; there wasn't any point in driving over for a blouse. It took about fifteen minutes to load the car, and by that time Mom had pulled into the driveway from work."Here," she said, throwing me a small package."What's this?" I asked."It's a sports bra for your gym class," she said. "Nice and snug so your boobies don't jiggle!" How. She plopped down and spread her legs wide. All my sister's were shaved. None of them had hair down there. I crawled over between Lori's legs as my other two sisters sat on each side of us. I guess I was losing my cherry to an audience."Have you ever seen a girl's pussy, Billy, up close like?" Lori asked. I shook my head sideways and she motioned me close."Well you can see that I shave my pussy hair off. We all do. I guess I can tell you that we all shave each other, it's easier if someone does.