She had been cross dressing for years in secret and wanted to go further, but was too afraid. She also had desired to sleep with a man. She booked an ...ppointment with a psychiatrist who specialised in sexual problems.“Tell me your story, Carrie.”“Well... where shall I start?”“The beginning.”“Okay, so I started to cross dress when I was a teenager, though it was just underwear and not that often. As I got older it became easier to dress more frequently. After my divorce, I had the chance to. I never have any adverse affects and my mum and dad are the same. So I don't think I am living too dangerously.When Rory finally climbed out the pool and realised I was topless I could see his eyes fastening on my reasonably ample breasts. As he took in my near nakedness I could see his swim shorts tenting as his snake hardened to its full extent. I giggled."I think at least part of you is excited by the wonderful views we have here," I told him."There is so little to obstruct your view around. You’re a good man.”“Yes, Sire…Sir John instructed me to do so. I pray its warmth suits you.”“I’m sure it will be just fine, William.”“Sire...I’ve set out your garments for this evening in the dressing room. Is there anything further you require before I take leave, Your Highness?”I think not William. As always you’ve thought of everything. You may go.”“Thank you, Your Highness. Oh...and Sire?”“Yes, William.”“Welcome home, Your Majesty.”“Why thank you, dear lad...”It was hard to find fault with. My mom is technically considered my dad because of the fact that she is a futanari, or a chick with a dick. I know this because I'm one too. But my family isn't exactly "perfect". My mother never saw me grow up because she was kidnapped by sex hunters two days after I was born. Anyways, life in the past was always a fight for survival. Us vikings were always at war with an anthromorphic species of intelligent lizards called...The Dragoness. These creatures lured the men of villages away to fly.