I put on a pair of black 3"heels and filled one of Diana's expensive purses with my money,ID and keys. I looked one last time in the mirror and was ve...ypleased with my transformation. I just realized that I shouldspray myself with some of Diana's perfume before I leave thehouse. After using one of her most alluring fragrances, now notonly did I look like a woman I even smelled like one too. At thetime I did not realize I was remaking myself into a rendition ofmy own wife.My stomach felt like it. After another three months and now C cup breasts, nothing had changed.So far, I've been able to compress my new appendages so that while I wasat work no one seemed to notice. I like my breasts minus the obviousembarrassment that their size and occasional leaking if my pads are notin the right place. Monica came into the living room where I waswatching NOVA again and switched off the volume. This is a habit that Ido not appreciate but have learned to live with. She wasn't mad or stoicthis time.. I looked into the mirror on the back wall behind him and realised that I may as well not be wearing a blouse at all. I had lost my bra earlier, during my encounter with my lesbian PA, and the light behind me was making it virtually transparent. With an effort, he hauled his gaze back to my face and hefted a sheepish grin back on his broad, olive face. I kept eye contact with him and, to his credit, he did his best to focus on my face too. "Please can I have turkey, brie and cranberry in a soft. What is the sense in having all of thispower if I can't grant myself some pleasure every once in a while?She taps the intercom button."Gloria!" she commands. "Get your ass in here." Yes Madame President!" answers a soft, high pitched, girlish voice.Gloria, the President's newest sissy, is a delight. The gurl was once ahuge man, covered in rippling muscles, a true specimen of masculinity.He was a pleasure to break. He struggled against his sissification formore than a year until he finally.