We went back into my room and lied on my bed, both still naked. “Ella, did you mean what you said last night? Will you really be my girlfriend?” S...e pulled me to her and we frenched for a solid five minutes before she said, “I’ll be anything you want me to be. From now on you control me; I’m yours to do with as you please.” I was still rock hard and she noticed it, “would you like me to take care of that?” she said pointing at my cock. “I’m in charge you said?” I asked just making sure I heard. I just nodded my head. I didn’t really have anything to say to him, or anybody for that matter.“Man if you need anything, we got you. Call me, you got my number. Call me.”Initially, I had no interest in anything involving him or any of them. But my life continued to spiral out of control in the next week. My mom had developed a drinking addiction ever since my father died. But in the past, it wasn’t horrible. Some days, she would just dedicate herself to drinking and my brother and I knew to. My parents were sitting at the table in their robes, drinking coffee, eating toast and reading the Sunday papers. They both looked up and greeted me, and I gave Mum a peck on the cheek and squeezed Dads shoulder as I said Good-Morning back to themWhen I had my coffee and toast I joined them at the table and Dad handed over the sport's section and I buried myself in it. When I looked up, while turning the page, I saw that Mum's robe had parted over her crossed legs and I could see an expanse of. It was like a big "girl" fest orsleep over. Days ago I had a real problem undressing in front of Joan,now it's nothing, like we are old girlfriends.We all crashed and rested before packing up to go home. Joan told me howmuch she liked working with me and helping me along. She thought I havea very good chance to beat my Feminizer disease. She encouraged me tocontinue to listen to my CD's at night to help train my thought processinto femininity. This therapy will make my life so much better,.