"Come on sleepy head," she said as she gently shook me before turningand walking across the room. "You don't want to be late for your firstday at sch...ol, do you young lady?"Slowly what she said dawned on me. She had called me 'young lady'instead of the usual 'Little man'. I prised my eye lids apart just asmy mother drew the curtains wide. It took my eyes a few seconds toadjust to the sudden rush of light, but even before I could seeproperly I could tell something was different. The window. As I dressed, you decided to have me wear your panties home, while you kept my boxers as a souvenir. You got a kick out feminizing me this way and suddenly much of our conversations centered on ways you could make me more girly. Within a few weeks I owned my own collection of panties and thigh highs, as well as a dildo and a cock shaped vibrator.You found out that I had a court appearance that i had to attend and knowing you lived near the court you set up a scenario. I was to text you when I. I said that I had been with one guy, he asked me to go into detail and before long I found myself telling him all about the caretaker, how when I saw his very thick cock I had been so turned on.He was almost falling off his chair leaning across listening to me as I told him how I loved sucking his bloated helmet until he pumped his load down my throat.When I had finished he leant back and I could clearly see his trousers bulging.On the next visit he told me he had arranged for the doctor to. I need to borrow some sugar.The doors open and I can hear the TV. I holler out "Hello!"...no answer..."Hello?" no answer.It's only sugar, I've been in your kitchen 1,000 times. You definitely wont mind. I walk in "Hello" as I walk though the kitchen and stick my head in the living room. The TV is on, the wine bottle is empty and your wife is passed out on the couch. You've told me before that you have come home from work more than once to find her dead to the world due to the occasional.