I will argue from what I know of myself, which our time together has taught me once more. I am a monster Rose. I always was one, and that girl who cur...ed me knew it. She only changed my appearance to match my soul.”“In the story you told, she swapped them over,” said Rose. She was looking at him angrily, accusatorially.“That’s true. She did say something like that. I’ve thought about that detail a lot, and I have to conclude that if it was her intent to make me good, she has failed. My. Before long this women was taking two men at once. One in the front and one in the back. Papa looked funny and his breathing was weird. He said I was to young to watch it and turned it off. My lil lips were so puffy and my lil hole was hot and dripping. So I said please papa I liked it. I am a big girl now. I want to watch. He looked at me funny and said you do? I told him yes it made me feel funny and really good. He told me if we watch this together. It has to be our secret. No one could. He wasn't sure if he aroused because he wasattracted to the cuddly crossdressed whore he saw in the mirror (she wascertainly dressed just the way he liked his women to dress) or becauseof the sweet caress of the lingerie and female clothing on his body.But why was he dressed like a crossdressed whore; and more importantlywhy was he lashed into this chair? Both questions were about to beanswered."Well don't you look pretty Mike," he heard a woman's voice coming frombehind him; it was dripping. That of her being, filled? No that wasn’t it. “What are you doing to me?” She asks softly. She hears a rubbery sound, just like the balloons she was inflating just moments ago made. The sound of latex stretching. This sound is just a shade deeper, like thicker material expanding. And with that sound she felt a sensation all along the skin of her bottom. She reaches back behind her again, placing her hands on her butt cheeks. It took a moment for the truth to dawn on her, but she finally pieced.