"This is ademocracy and you are outvoted, Chris. You no longer get to choose whatI wear."So I picked up a feather duster and my mop and bucket and we...t to knockon Mr Jones's door.At that moment the words of Bob Dylan's "Ballad of a thin man" came to myhead:"Something is happening here but you don't know what it is, do you MrJones?"At last my dull humdrum life was finally going to change. Something wasreally happening to me. I was a woman now and this was exciting, thiswas really something. How ever,Aisha seemed to have more women on her side objecting to demeaning her amale, than those against her. Her dance was stopped to avoid furtherconflict among the mistresses.One of the other mistresses Pulled Aisha to her and said, "You move andspeak as naturally as any of us, Aisha. I feel you may have been meant to befemale. I am sorry your nature was abused by a man to hurt you. I hope youcan learn to feel right as a woman. It is hard to see any male in your atall. Your nature shouldn't. This way he would still be big & hard while I was switching back and forth between his two cocks.Poor thing had no idea how long he would be tied down and teased hard. I secured his feet and hands to the bed. So once he was fully restrained, I started by riding is face. Slowly at first to get him used to me on him then harder and harder. When I started to give in to my pleasure getting so wet and cumming on his face cock while he was pinned beneath my ass.I rocked back and forth getting creamy. There were so many things I have wanted to try, or seen in porn or read about now I would have a chance.I never thought he would have the nerve to get naked in the hallway. I almost wish the old lady down the hall came out, oh well. It was hot the way he promptly executed my orders, well not so promptly but still he did it. He followed me in, walking on his hands and knees, and I put his cloths on the corner table right by the door. As I lead him down the hall over my new Ikea rug I realised.