As Janice was walking down the hallway she called out to me, letting me know that she was on her way back to the bedroom and that Linda was with her.J...nice entered the room first, with Linda only a few steps behind. Janice, still wearing her robe slipped back into our bed; Linda stood beside the bed next to where Janice was laying. The nightgown Linda was had on did very little to cover her body. In addition to being loose fitting it was also both shear and short. The material was so shear that. I knew that I was going along partly to make Pamhappy, and partly because I enjoyed it. But why did SHE want that? Imean, making me feel and look feminine didn't exactly have to do with mebeing mothered by her, did it? And what exactly did she want, anyway? Did she want me to be feminineand sissyish in manner and appearance, or was this look more of atransition, on the way to becoming more like a real girl than a sissyboy? Was Pam eventually going to want to get me in a dress? If so,. She shared the feelings of being another person and becoming disconnected from herself. She told Marcie how she felt when gazing in the mirror and seeing her own shit in and around her mouth. Rose even talked about her long obsession with "perverse" sex, particularly involving the toilet. "I've felt that there was something wrong with me. Do you have any idea what's its like to feel like your the only person in the world that thinks a certain way? I mean, my god, Marcie. I ate my own shit. "Sure, Billy. I remember what you like. I'd be happy to help you, too." She reached for his fly, unzipped him, felt his hardness and squeezed."Well, I've got something else in mind today, Anita. It's rather good timing you came here. On the other hand, I wouldn't mind if you stroked me a little." Anita grinned, "Oh, something else? I wonder what that could be?" She had no idea, Billy thought.Anita fished his stiff prick out, put a few drops of edible cinnamon oil on his purple helmet. Greased.