I did as I was told and waited in bed, my unsubstantial cock straining under a pair of her lacy pink panties.I heard Kate come in and come up the stai...s. When she came into the bedroom she had a ‘just fucked’ look about her, which I recognized after 16 years together. I went to speak, but she just told me to be quiet and pulled the sheets back, seeing my panty covered cock. She started to laugh and commented how she could not believe such a tiny, useless thing had fathered two c***dren. That. The sounds were all harsh, as if bouncing off bare concrete. The voices were unfamiliar.She opened her eyes.She was lying down on a mattress covered in stained white cotton, the room around her a featureless slab of grey concrete. The wall to her left had a stainless steel toilet bowl protruding from it, and the one to her right had a heavy looking door set into it. The door had no handle. It wasn't anything like the one at work, however. Whereas the familiar door of her workplace had consisted. A quick application of foundation,coupled with some eye shadow, kohl pencil, mascara and blusher, beforethe final application of the cherry red lipstick. The final pieces werethe page boy cut wig, in chestnut and the knee high black boots, whichhe loved as they embraced his calves.Downstairs Nancy, as Jeff liked to be known as, logged onto the computerand surfed the web, checking out TV/TS chat rooms, looking at picturesof transgender men and women and ordering some new clothes from the. “It’s ok babe, I’ll see you soon,” he replied, “Text me when you’re with Chris. Everything will be ok...” he paused...”I love you.”Tears instantly flooded my eyes.“I love you too, Dylan,” I cried into the phone.We hung up, and I made it to the park just a couple of minutes before Chris arrived. I waited and finally saw his 80’s Celica pull up in the parking lot and I practically sprinted to it.My eyes were still red and wet as I climbed in the passenger seat.“Hey man,” Chris tried to greet me.