He had been told that it was a reward forhis acceptance of his new role in life and it would also make hisappearance more acceptable with the store's ...ustomers. His scalp was ofcourse still shaved and once a week he was subjected to a re-shaving,sat on a chair in the middle of the shop as the girls took turns inremoving the stubble on his scalp. Abigail had explained that the barescalp was an important reminder to him of his new subservient role,something which was reinforced by the weekly. We were both dying forthis to happen.Finally we agreed that we were each going to have tomake a major effort to talk our wives into doing this.I started by asking Cindy if other guys ever turned heron. When she said, “maybe, a little bit,” I pressedforward and asked her if she would ever consider havingsex with another man.Bad move. She said no way, and threw a hissy-fit thatI’d even asked. She went off on why didn’t I trust her,and why would I even think of asking such. I was shockedat the mere suggestion, but the more I thought about it the more it madesense. It was clear to me that Lu was more content and happy now than he'dever been before, and even if he wasn't going to be our little girlforever, I suspected he'd be happier as a very small woman, rather than avery small man. More than that, the idea got lodged in my brain, and inthe long dark nights of winter, I started to wonder if it wasn't an optionfor me too. Truth was, I was far more of a Father in. A wave of heat washed through me as I swirled my tongue around his dick, gathering up my daughter's juices.He still just gaped at me as I stared up at him. I winked at him and then slid my lips over his tip. I loved the texture of his crown. He groaned, his hands balling into fists as I slid my mouth over his cock and nursed on him.“Jesus, Mom,” he groaned, his chest rising and falling. “That's... Your...”I sucked on him, my cheeks hollowing with my motherly passion.“Fuck!”I loved his young.