It felt good. I went back to watching the dancers while grinding my ass against him to his rhythm. He whispered in my ear, “You should be down there...dancing with titties like these.” I said, “You like them, huh?” He softly moaned in my ear. I pushed my ass against him a little harder spreading my legs so that his cock could slip between them and get more friction. My best friend standing next to me had a wild look of disbelief on her face because we had just gotten to the club and the next. Then one day, Serina was my waitress. She was a cute, petite woman with shoulder length brunette hair. She was a little undersized in the chest, but she presented her cleavage several times by leaning over when putting drinks and plates on the table. She made up for her shortcomings with a winning smile and excellent service. I was happy and left her a nice tip.I was surprised to see Serina the next week, and the next. I was impressed with her excellent service, and got to know her a little. I. But that's not the same thing as actually living the sissy slut lifestyle24/7, something that has been my fantasy for more than a decade , butnothing close to being my reality.Heaven knows I was living out my fantasies in the privacy of my own home.It was more than ten years since I started shaving my body, painting mytoenails and started wearing panties, hose and a but plug to work everysingle day.Five years ago I added a steel chastity and hormones to the mix. I had mynipples pierced and even. "Sid? Spirits! Is that you?" Well, the outfit is new, but I haven't changed that much, have I?" To hear tell it, you have changed a great deal from when I knew you at the Academy, Sid." Not as much as you might think, Actually. Most of what you might have heard of were already a part of me, even at the Academy. They were just parts of me that I had put aside for a time." Nice suit, by the way." He said."There's a tale to be told about that too." I said. "One you might get to hear me tell, if.