"Her. She. They were talking about me - all part of the plan. Once I wasfully dressed, when I stepped out of my room in dress, heels and make upthen I...was female and they'd always refer to me as such."Okay, okay! I'm coming down." And I did, step step step, with my dressswirling like a dream around my nylon-slick legs until I stood besideTamara at the bottom. We'd gone for elegant and understated with a plainroyal blue dress; three-quarter sleeves, slightly a-line skirt justbrushing my knees. Not to mention it still hadn’t gone soft.I moved back between his legs, letting Mommy stand next to him and show him the proud belly bulge I’d given her as well, sending his penis back down my throat. It was, indeed, bigger, and I enjoyed forcing it down my throat all the way to the base repeatedly, using the muscles to milk him as I held it inside. I pressed my thumb to the base of his thing, pinching off the flow of cum as I slurped and sucked, driving him higher than ever before as he tried. "John was still half thinking that this was all a dream but Richard continued talking, "Maybe you should clean yourself up a bit and then we can do something about that hard-on of yours."John had not actually uttered a word since before they had left the bar and that was about twenty minutes ago. He did not speak now but looked quizically at Richard who said, "I can wank you, suck you or you can fuck me," in answer to John's non verbalised question.John at last spoke and he spoke with the. "Once a year will do me," I said. "Once a year is plenty."And still, I wondered.* * *We were still in the kitchen, still talking about desires and addictions,leanings and compulsions. Ginger sighed. "Nick, come with me. I want to trysomething," she said.She led me into our bedroom. She walked into her closet. She pulled my oldProm dress off of a hanger. It as as magnetic as ever, yellow and white andultra feminine. She fumbled through her bureau and picked through herunderwear. Panties. A bra..