I feel a slight pain, but nothing as bad as I would have had without the cream.Don starts a thrusting motion. I can feel his cock withdrawing and then...re-entering my pussy. As my body adjusts to the intruder, I feel a different sensation. It feels good. Instinctively my body starts thrusting upwards to meet his every stroke. In my dazed mind, I can hear Don pant; as he continues to pumps into me. It surprises me I can accept all of his cock. It feels so full. My body's tingling. Don suddenly. The first was Dennis Mayfield,now Mrs. Denise Gladwell. The second, Leslie Donaldson, now Mrs. LesliGottrocks. The third, David Winston, now Mrs. Lorraine Herrington. Andthe last page and latest and forth entry, Mrs. Tiffany Wellington! Eachand every one now exquisitely and totally feminized without the remotestpossibility of ever returning to their former male lifestyles. All inthe gleaming gowns, immersed in a level of femininity that nobody buttheir husbands would ever know, and they of. Poppa used to call me his beautiful dreamer when he’d find me lying under the giant oak gazing at the clouds, or lying in the hayloft watching rays of sunlight from the knotholes make patterns in the air. I loved to read books from the library about ladies in distress rescued by handsome noblemen. And once in a while I’d sneak home a True Confessions and get myself all worked up about what a ninny the confessor had been just waiting for things to get better instead of doing something to make it. He hadprobably been fucking her longer than I had. A dog like Trevor returnsto its vomit.Trevor was late leaving the office and when he got home I was sitting inthe back garden. I had the smaller lights on but the main floodlight wason. I had been looking at how my lipstick left a mark on the cigarette.He was going to learn that I was not going to give up on him like Giselabut I was not going to be easy like Kelly.As Trevor came out to me I inhaled one last puff on my cigarette.