"I'm very... sensitive. They're... enhanced. Both in size andwith little wires into my brain. I'm not naturally turned on by guys, soJack found a w...y to make sure he could always fire me up." I wasshocked. I'd never heard of such a thing. It was yet another weirdness,and it really made me wonder why she stayed.I helped her with a dark blue full slip, and a simple silk dress thatshowed off her curves well, but was almost indecently short. The tops ofher stockings showed with every step she. More and more girls started coming over to my house, wanting to play in my soft angora sweaters. Nurses really liked it. I would put a vibrator in their pussies, dress her in soft angora and watch them twitch with pleasure, as I remotely controlled their orgasm. They was rubbing those sweaters all over their pussies and tits. It got to where they would hang their sweaters on my cock, while they changed into other pieces. They would take my Fleshlight, cover it in soft angora and stroke me,. We do everything together, travel, hang out, and spent every second together. She is an incredible woman, loves life, and her work. She started her own clothing store and just loves it. She sells stuff through her store and online, that people love. I support her in every way, whatever I can do to help I do. However, about a year ago I was put to the test when I accidentally overheard a conversation she had with her friend, Cindy. I was laying on the floor behind the couch trying to keep cool. She even let me wear her bras, which I stuffed with her silky underthings to give me a womanly figure. Aunt Celeste was bossy, but she was also affectionate. She would let me cuddle with her to feel her warmth, to breathe the heady aroma of her perfume, to feel the softness of her skin. I grew my hair to shoulder length, and Aunt Celeste and I would brush each others hair. My parents realized that I was unhappy on the farm and repressed in terms of the person I wanted to be. After much.