Something impossible hadhappened, something devoid of rational explanation. Ishould have been devastated, hysterical, yet all I felt wasa listless tor...or, bordering on indifference. Ten minutesago, I'd been a boy. Now, in violation of all logic, I wasa girl.(and your point is...)Perhaps I was simply thunderstruck - incapable ofexpressing any emotion. This was a revelation beyond allsanity, and my young mind was shutting down, unable to dealwith the conundrum. Maybe all my systems had overloaded. James and Misty had different mannerisms carried themselves differently, even the voice changed to a more feminine one when he dressed and Misty took over. James even went so far as to fix up his spare bedroom with a soft pink paint, and canopy bed.While James was a bit shy, Misty was everything but shy. She wore low cut tops, and really short skirts and loved to show off, as she called it. Many times in the Adult Theater she often visited, she would strip down to just a g string and bra, that. She delighted in his token misery.“Yes my boy ... you’ve been anally plugged. Your anus accepted it so willingly while you dreamt of what was to come. It’s an exquisite sensation isn’t it? Your hole stretched wide to enhance your state of fear ... and you’ve good reason to be scared.” Cavendish cowered and tried to lower his head in shame as his cock told the women the true feelings on his position, and the lushly fearful sensation of the penetrating plug. His cock rose rudely, and it’s. She was now bare under her skirt! My cock began to harden at the thought. I rushed back into the living room as fast as I could, and got back on the floor. It seemed that she had spread her legs a little further, but with the failing light, I could only make out a dark spot where her pussy was. An idea hit me and I went into the kitchen and got out the flashlight that we kept in the drawer for emergencies. Mom had her left leg cocked a little, causing her skirt to raise up her legs a little and.