The bar closed and we went back to the building, on the way up he asked if I wanted to come in for another drink. I was awake and had no plans so I di.... We got to his place and we continued talking and had a couple more drinks. Each time he got up to get another drink or something he'd end up sitting a bit more closely to me until he was right beside me. Mid-conversation he got that look like he wanted to kiss me, but was on guard. I decided, "fuck it" and leaned in and kissed him. He was. I wasn't worried about my shorts; we have an occasional housekeeper who does the laundry, and she is my confidante, not Melissa's. But I still meant to look for those buttons."I'm sorry your blouse is stained." Don't worry about it; I think I'll keep it as is for a souvenir." Another Monica?With that, she stood to kiss me. Our mouths opened, our tongues dueled, and I could taste myself on her teeth. It was a taste I had experienced - enjoyed - only infrequently. Perhaps I should treat myself to. So I consented. Now began the strictest period of my enslavement and feminization. My diet and exercise had, by this time, given me a slender appearance. My boss took me to a salon for some feminizing touches. There I had my ears pierced and my short hair tinted and styled into a woman's bob. I had long acrylic nails affixed to my fingers and painted in French manicure style. I was taken into the back were I was given a shot and soon fell unconscious. When I woke, I looked in the mirror. I held my finger out to you and sweetly asked, "You want?" You couldn't even say a word, but only squeaked a little moan. I chuckled and softly told you to stay where you were, and put my finger back into my mouth, tasting my wetness. This little game became too much for both of us, as you walked over and picked me up, pressing your hard body, your perpendicular cock, your lips, onto me. I laid down on the bed, imagining your strong arms around me, and I inserted my finger into myself, then.