I really did try. I had some lap dances. I attempted to jack off in my bedroom. I did all the usual things that used to get me excited. Nothing. Absol...tely nothing worked. I couldn’t become erect, certainly not enough to cum. I never told Scott that, though. He was trying so hard to help me snap out of my doldrums that I just didn’t have the heart to burst his bubble. The first crack in my ice occurred one morning during breakfast, and it was over the silliest, most mundane of events. While. Although we both thought sex was to be a much more profound level of unionof our souls, something we both craved crazily, in fact it turned out tobe a chance for us to discover ourselves and our deeper sexuality.Mustapha had just performed his first feminizing procedure on me, upon aproxy by Najib. As our absolute Commander, and a strong believer intranswomen's femininity, Najib could perform all feminizing procedures andassert his power as a man on any woman that asked to be feminized.. The weather is good right! I am getting a lot of thoughts.Sherin: What are they?Me: Something naughty.Sherin: Like what?Me: I feel like having something soft in my hands as I am feeling hardSherin: What? What are you talking?I mustered courage and said what I had in my mind.Me: I feel like tearing your top down and squeezing those big pumpkins of yoursSherin: What?Me: I am sorry, I was out of my mind.She wasn’t replying for 5 minutes. I was texting her continuously. I thought she went. I felt like a loon, because I hadn’t recognized him. He was young, around my son’s age, but that was no excuse for taking the hotel workers for granted. “I’m sorry, I never noticed you.”“That’s ok, Mrs. Benson, it’s not a problem. If I ever saw you looking at me, I probably would have frozen in place. You are very pretty, and I am really shy around beautiful women.”I smiled at the compliment and said, “Thank you, but I’m a woman. All you need to do to get to know me is to talk. I’m always open.