I wait for whatever comes next, my ears straining for any clue as to what that might be. The pause is unbearable.My left tit receives a harsh, stingin... slap. Almost before I can cry out the right tit receives the same. The pain shocks through me and I strain against the ropes but they just bite into my wrists, cruel and unyielding. Another slap, and another, and another; each with force enough to set the tender flesh rippling. The blows are relentless, random, excruciating; and nothing I can do. Now that you have some context, let me tell you about what happened tonight. I came home from work and like any other night, she greeted me as I walked in, with love and enthusiasm. Any guy would love to come home to this type of reception. But I could tell tonight was different. She had on some sexy skin tight jeans that showed off her curves, and that spot on her hips that she knows I love. She also had on a low cut sweater, and, as she knows I love, no bra. Yum! She looked so delicious, with. Finally Georgia picked up the tiny kitten and held it up to her chin. From there she tucked his fanny and tail down into her ample cleavage then smiled at me.She then closed her knees and stood up like that. I took a few more pictures as I walked around her. She took the kitten out of her blouse and put in her daughter’s arms. That was her signal that it was all over.She had Sheila take the kitten around to a few of the houses near the park to locate its owner. Meanwhile she asked, “Did you by. I donned my girlsuit and knew that I was a real girl. Idressed in a tennis dress and hose to visit our family doctor who quicklyconfirmed that when wearing the suit, I was a genetic girl and that I wascured of my allergy to Tylenol, and my new body was ageless.I called my parents to show them how I looked. I was dressed as a femaleCaptain Kirk from Star Trek in a gold skant uniform, pantyhose and boots."WOW! YOU LOOK PERFECT! " exclaimed my Mother."How well does it work?" asked my Dad in.