As I had the previous day, I changed into my new outfit after breakfast.I used the perfume as I had been asked, although the initial impactstill worri...d me somewhat.This carried on for the rest of the first week while we lived in thisabsolute seclusion. I became used to my heels after a couple of days orso and no longer really noticed them. The rest of my clothes graduallybecame second nature to me as well. To be fair, after few days, I forgotabout the perfume as well. Helen supplied me with. I was shocked. I had no idea what to say.“I've been transitioning for a while.”“I can see that.”“What do you think?”“Chris, that's been there since we met. Why should it make a difference?”“I'm so glad you feel that way. I'm sure you have questions.”“Well, duh! How is sex for a guy with a pussy?”“I don't know. The last time I had sex, I was still a girl girl.”“Damn!”“I still get off by masturbating.”I found that intriguing. “I would like to see that.”“I don't know. Seems kind of weird.. A pointier chin, higher forehead, and a rounder jawline.“So that’s it?” Mrs. Armstrong asked. “Anything else?”“You’re going to watch as I make love to my mother,” I purred. “You’re going to watch until your so horny you can’t resist joining us. No touching your pussy. No masturbating. If either of us sees you so much as grope your tits, we’re going to release the tape.”“Perfect,” Clint said in my ear. “Just remember, don’t call our mother ‘Mom’ once you start making love to her.”“Do you. I stick it out and giggle “Player one: Ready!” I grab my crotch. “Player 2! “Then pause and giggle nervously, “He’s not quite ready!” I giggle. I make a face like a duck, sticking my lips out ridiculously far and leaning over him. He laughs and I respond, “Hey I’m nervous cut me some slack! First timer here!” I sit back down beside him and nudge him with my elbow.Brock’s mouth slowly curls into a grin as I speak, and by the time im sitting by him hes fighting back exploding from pure happiness..