The blouse parted easily, the cloth separated like butter at the touch of a hot knife. Gradually; inch by inch, he slit the garment open until it lay ...n rags, either side of her, exposing her white cotton bra and freckled skin. She had goose bumps, a throw back to a primeval response to danger. His tongue had stayed out all the time, slate grey eyes creased in obvious enjoyment, stared out from the eye holes of his hood. He slipped the point of the knife under the joint between the cups of her. I told herthat it would look strange that a man is wearing the dresses but Priyawas sure that I would look good.So then started my makeover, I was made to remove all my body hairs andcome out wearing a bra and a tight panty which was concealing my manhood.Priya then made me put on artificial breasts for she wanted me to looklike a real woman, she then did my hair, my makeup and then made me wearthe first dress which was a lehenga choli, a breath taking away Indiandress. She then made me wear. I don’t know why it did, but it’s been so long since I’ve been with a man.’ His father and I had not had sex for almost six years. Peter remained silent, feeling my nipple pushing at his chest through the thin white lycra. I couldn’t stop from touching his cock as I talked. ‘Please don’t be embarrassed,’ I soothed, running my fingers along the shaft of his swelling cock.. ‘Maybe we could help each other? You could jack off, and I could watch you, and maybe….. I would let you . . watch me.’ His. All the joy happiness and hope instantly evaporated just before the start of a new school year. All the camaraderie mysteriously vanished, as my family of joyful goodwill, bonhomie, and palpable love turned to nervous, suspicious loners, guarded on every word or action. The worry was I could not pinpoint what the catalyst was for this bile fed atmosphere. Our parents became argumentative and distant, and solemnity became the way of our once happy dynasty.My twin sister, Sally, was the first to.