Then, as an adult, I encountering the writtenexploits of others, and discovered that although unusual, I was notunique, Learning this was an enormous ...elief. I did not have to betruly alone,This isolation and fetish play folded into an elaborate courtship ofintroverted indulgence. To be blunt, Stacy was the little girl trappedin a man's body, forcing me to become a sissy. It took years for me tocomprehend this.When Stacy took control, the sissy was to be disciplined, throughhumiliation and. ..." "I can see what you were doing," Freddy said harshly, "and from now on I only want you cumming when I'm around, got it!?!" "Yes, dear," she said while rubbing up against him with her naked body, "anything you say!!!" Right away they all could see it, a huge bulge had formed in the front of his pants, and true to the average male form, Freddy did nothing to try and hide his condition, instead, just like every man they had ever known, he quickly took over and said to the women, "You two sit. Not quite. He was talking the way someone might talk to fool a casual listener into thinking it was a how’s-the-weather-fine-thank-you kind of conversation, when it was much more than that. She’d used that tone herself when fighting with her boyfriend at a restaurant just days prior, on the day when he’d dumped her, out of the blue, and for no reason. Surrounded by other diners, she’d used that tone, trying to hide the hurt and pleading in her words, the sense of loss, and of failure. ‘I’m not. Well the next day came and so did our mailman, mom let him in the back door and again sent me to my room. This time I heard everything as I came out of my room and slowly walked up to her door. I heard the sounds of kissing and talking. He kept telling my mom how pretty she was and how he was so turned on to be kissing her. My mom didn’t say much during this time I hear the sound of clothes being taken off and I heard the sound of his belt hit the floor. My mom became more vocal and I heard her.