Lynette gave her sister a quick, angry look. "Just an old family joke,"she said with a giggle. "We're just so glad you're going to help." How do you...want us?" Stan asked, then quickly added, "to help?"Lynette pointed at the racks and shelves of intimate apparel. "Why don'tyou each pick out a set of clothes that you think are particularly... niceand bring them back to us?" And you'll wear them for us?" Jack asked eagerly."They'll be modeled, don't worry," Giselle told them."But we don't know. "Yes please Mummy." He used that word becausehe knew it made her melt.She smiled at him. "I'm sorry I was a bit moody Dolly." She poured sometea out for him. "Would you like me to make your favourite fairy cakesfor you Dolly?"Peter could see she was trying her best to be extra nice to him, henodded. "Yes please mummy." He said again, then deciding to push his lucka bit. "But where has my lovely pretty mummy gone mummy? You look all sadand grey today mummy." He could see the tiniest blush come. I relax by bearing back and his tongue slips in for an instance until I push back into you.I stay fully imbedded inside you as I reach down and run my fingers across your clit; with the full length of my cock throbbing inside you and my lips locked on your nipple – pulling and tugging to make them even larger and harder – you scream out, "I'm cumming!" as you gush out a load of your thick cum around my cock and cover my balls.Just as I think that I am going to cum as well, I feel the light,. . GONE! Cynthia must have slipped away every stitch of my male clothing!Now I understood her scheme; she meant to force me into female attire byhiding all my own clothes and sticking me into this female body! Now Ihad no choice but to wear-whatever she brought back for me!Angrily, I waited for her to return to the back room.And waited.And waited...Where was she? I wanted to peek out into the shop and call to her, but Iwas afraid--what if someone saw me like this? I looked around the tinyroom.