” I made a token effort to get up, but, they pushed me back down before issuing their final warning. They unnerved me so much that I co-operated. I ...ecame aware of my nudity again and covered my penis. Much to the amusement of the all female audience, I looked down at the floor in utter shame. “Good evening ladies, welcome to forced feminisation.” a voice said through a microphone. It was Miss Hoover. She strutted out onto stage as if she was hosting a live show, and she was. A show where a man. "Carol, you're okay with this bit of messing around but what if your Mom likes what I did to her beloved glasses and wants me to do a thing or two for her." "Oh, that's okay. Many think it isn't, but that's because it's all done on the sneak. I want you to satisfy my Mom. Tell you what Harry, you get up early and take a bike ride. Get back around noon, okay? I’ll be out. Let's see how Mom handles this sticky situation. Anything she wants, do it for her.” “Anything?” I asked with my eyebrows. But, you know how it ends, right?When exploring Sex at that age, it's all a whirlwind.It must be so!For her, my woman, everything happened in that distant summer, in a commune, somewhere in the heart of Europe, made up of young men and women from all over the world, generally leftists but, above all, very libertarians and also very libertines.We lived together in that commune for nine years.What more delicious place to experience?And he did, "mamma mia", if he did.He had started fucking with. I liked her being with me but also felt guilty about how I was feeling. Sharon came over at the end of the service, enquired how we were getting on together. I blushed. Bethan just said, "We are doing good thank you."I hoped she didn't notice my blush though.That Sunday evening Pastor John went to an Elders meeting leaving Sharon alone with me. As soon as the door closed we were in each other's arms, Kissing caressing and bodies pressed so close, we never left the settee. Our desires took over..