Janet took her clothes off, grabbed her waterproof vibrator and stepped outside. She closed her eyes and put her head back as the rain washed over her... She smiled and moaned as drops fell off of her erect nipples and flowed down to her pussy. Janet walked over to her favorite spot; a large, flat rock down by the lakeshore. She laid herself out on the rock and opened her legs. Her right hand drifted down to her already wet pussy. Janet slipped her middle and ring fingers into her sopping wet. Damn, I looked ridiculous. Just an old fat guy in a maid's outfit, little locked cock showing above the top of my stockings, below the bottom of the outfit. I quickly became embarrassed and self-conscious. I started turning lights off trying to mute my appearance. Finally, I sat down.I remember I hadn't eaten so I got the McDonalds bag and began eating. My mind wandered off, where were you, what were you having for dinner? Were you enjoying yourself, was he making you laugh, were you excited,. This puzzled me, until Dan told me that they believed thatman had dressed himself and played with those things all the time sincethe transformation. Then I realized what had bothered me about that man,he had effeminate facial traits, probably due to the constant use of makeup. Dan believed that the transformation was so traumatic to Laisa, thatshe suffered some sort of psychotic break, trying to deny the genderchange. When she spotted me in RJan, what they believed, happened longbefore I had. “If you are going to be any use to us at all, you need to lose the rest of those clothes, get hard, and stick that thing where it will do the most good!”I can take a hint.Belinda sucked in a huge lung full of air as Mr. Johnson breeched her heretofore virgin passage. I could feel the tension as she waited for it to hurt. My lovers rarely experienced anything resembling pain, unless that is their explicit desire, and Big Belinda was no exception. Her previous lesbian encounters must have never.