This was ? manhood. Now, Jazz was taking it all away from me. She wantedto be called mistress. She wanted me in maid's dresses. She wanted ?what else?...ears began to flow. I could not fight this. I wasn't strong enough.I picked up the green pill.I swallowed it.* * *On Sunday morning, Mistress J slept in. I, on the other hand, wasoverloaded with chores.My lipstick. My eyes. My wig. My panties, my house, my corset. My slip,my heels, my breast forms. My nails, my bracelet, my cock cage. My robe.I. What I did feel to my great surprise, was my own penis growing and precum oozing from my slit. Deacon took his time. I felt him penetrate further than the first two and we became locked together. As he came closer to his orgasm, I felt my own starting to get close. Deacon growled as he shot his cum deep, deep inside me. I was exhausted and near to collapse. Deacon pulled himself out.“Now it’s your turn Shadow” said Sabre.“But he’s my son” replied my father.“Do it. NOW” hissed Sabre.My father. She had said "With aTranny twin brother like you, you would have thought we could at least goshopping together."I called her a "Bitch."Mum overheard.So I had my nails painted for using sexist language. I liked the smell ofthe nail polish and the soothing feel of my nails being painted scarlet.I was worried about going to school with my nails painted but Mum agreed Icould use nail polish remover on my hands as long as I left my toes alone.The following week was half term and it began with me. Daniel lapped up the constant flood of her juices, his mouth actually filling with enough of the sweet nectar to force him to swallow on occasion. Her sounds of pleasure steadily increased in volume and frequency, culminating in a loud scream of release as she came on his tongue. Her body quivered beneath him, Daniel hungrily lapped for the flood of milky-white, sweet juices washing over his tongue. When her breathing turned a little labored, he reluctantly sat up to watch her writhe and giggle.