I can feel the cells of my breast flesh being torn and rearranged asprogramed by my Mistress. From nothing to a soon to be A cup. Thenfurther? If Mist...ess desires. My body must comply.What a feeling!What a humiliation! My Mistress, my wife, has consigned me to machines to feminize, tosissify, to emasculate me, her loving and adoring husband.This is but the first hour of my month of being a Sissy and already mythoughts fly in a thousand directions.I asked for this.I thought I knew what I was. They had pointed out the added danger of early morning and late afternoon trips because of the problem of the blinding sun. The guards has also commented that there were few trees along the route, but it would be a good idea to halt or, at least, slow down the wagon while the guards had a chance to sweep for ambushers.They had one more recommendation, seconded by the driver, that a canvass cover be placed high over the wagon, so that the load was covered. This cover should extend far enough. I suck her finger like it's a life-support nipple. I see her jerk slightly and realize that she has just had an orgasm. At that precise second, my body has shut down enough peripheral functions, that a microscopic trickle of oxygenated blood seeps into my gray matter. The effect is like a nuclear bomb. My idiocy vanishes. The drool dries up, ready to be replaced with her sweet nectar. The dizziness vanishes and the dead, unmoving limbs are suddenly vibrant and muscular. We had been sitting on. The first week of Uni flashed by quickly, with lots of hazing involving alcohol, dares and fun activities centred around getting to know the student body. And there were quite a lot of hard bodied young men I was very interested in getting to know better. The Orientation week ended with a Bachelor & Spinster ball, something I was very unfamiliar with. Our 3rd year student advisors told us to go to the charity store and find ourselves a formal dress, the uglier the better. I scoured the racks.