Again she shushed him, but this time by kissing him. He kissed her back torn between shocked and extremely turned on. She broke the kiss with a hushed...whisper, “Keep quite or we will get caught and that would spoil the fun.”His own voice came out rushed and heated as he attempted to whisper, “God I didn’t know I was on a date with such a kinky girl.”“You have no idea what kind of girl I am,” her smile was mischievous once more before she leaned over and engulfed his member. His face was a. I dashed in the bathroom, but forgot to take my clothing. Then I heard the door to my bedroom opened from the outside...it was dad!"Nikki are you up as yet? Get up lazy bones, the painter is here!" He said still standing out the door. All I thought about that moment is how fucking sexy painters are sometimes and I wondered what he looked like."Yes dad, am in the bathroom washing up....be out in a few minutes!" I said as I heard him shut my door. I opened my bathroom door and walked into my. There was the truth of it: three years of brief red miniskirts and sheer yellow sun frocks had transformed him into a mincing little sissy. Julia had coerced and manipulated him over the past thirty-six months, gradually eroding his frail, teenaged psyche until he'd begun to doubt his own gender.It was so unfair, so unjust. So wrong. He hated being treated like a little girl, hated having to dress up in the gleaming, satin underthings Julie insisted he wear beneath his day clothes (even if it. Don't worry, Miss Susan will be in contact with Terry Jo with moredetails.Oh, by the way, it is the same weekend as the bachelor party."Those five started to object, they bought non refundable tickets andbooked non refundable hotel rooms. They felt it was unfair that Stevewas making them spend even more money on this.In a stern voice, Steve said, "I told each and every one of you not tobook anything non-refundable. It is not my fault you did not listen. Donot put any of the blame on me about.