"So we snuggled together. Because of the mental link between us I could sense her unease but I was in heaven. She cared! She really cared about scrawn... little old me! Part of the tension, I could tell, was that she wanted to make love but there was something I couldn't sense which was holding her back. Feeling incredibly daring I nuzzled closer and kissed her gently. There, in the quiet and the dark, our lips rested together and in a moment of exquisite tenderness we just lay there."I'm so. If they showed anaptitude for secretarial work and were able to do shorthand forexample they could do another six week course and the school wouldfind them a position. After six weeks they would be assessed and ifthey could not excel at any of the subjects they would usually end upwith lower paid jobs such as cleaning.The Domestic Training Schools as they were called and would soon beknown by the female population at large as Sissy Schools. Theyenrolled men who had morphed and their role was. The skin of Sonia’s stomach was warm and tasted good but I couldn’t hold back from lowering my mouth to the front of her panties and burying my face between her legs. I heard Sonia moan, louder this time, higher, almost a whimper and her hands were on my head, pulling me into her. I nuzzled at the firm material, taking in the scent of her pussy, it was musky but also had a clean, soapy smell and I could feel that her wetness was beginning to soak into the material. I reached up and pulled her. .. ?"I smile and lean forward again to kiss lick and rub my lips against her feet. In spite of the uncertainty, the tingle of apprehension, here I feel safe and right.After Charlotte has gone, I have another visitor. Jonathan. I saw him on my last visit to see Celia.He smiles broadly. "Hi, Fifty. I have come to talk about your tattoo. Stand up."I stand."Turn around ... and again ... slowly. No stand up straight. Raise your arms. Now bend over. Hmmmmm. OK, let's do that again, and I'll.