By this time I was living in my own apartment but all I had wasone skirt that I stole from my mother when I moved. No makeup, no wig,no shoes, nothin... but one skirt. She wanted to see me 'dressed' and allshe saw was a young man wearing a skirt. We both thought that love wouldconquer all. But it doesn't, does it?After we were married, she knew that my desires did not go away. I beganto accumulate the necessary items to dress completely. On those dayswhen I needed to be 'she', my wife would. The Chief Eunuch nodded in satisfaction.Whish ... THWACK!This blow was much lower and was across the thigh nearest the eunuch, just below the overhang of her arse cheek. Once again the end of the whip curled round and into the soft flesh of her labia.Whish ... THWACK!A diagonal line appeared on her buttocks and it crossed the central lateral line exactly where he cleft came, thus afflicting considerable pain without actually breaking the skin, as a crossed line so often did. The screams were. At that point it was only about half-a-day old.I went off and showered and shaved. When I returned the two women were sitting side-by-side on the sofa, and Marjorie had a writing tablet and pen. The two of them were thinking up questions that should be asked during the television interview. I joined in for an hour making a few contributions, and then headed off to work. I was the most productive I'd been in two weeks.Two days later, I drove Carrie to the studios of WDC-TV, one of Washington's. None of her features seemed exaggerated or out of place though, everything working together in harmony to create the perfect woman. To top it all off, she was a foot shorter than you, making doing as you pleased with her that much easier.Currently, you were staring at said body, as if getting acquainted with it for the first time all over again."Babe? Hello...?" She snapped her fingers in your face, trying to get you to focus. It was hard when she was wearing the tightest tank top and pair of.