"Give me your clothes and put on your new outfit Melody," she said with asmile. "Don't you just love it? It's what a street whore would wear," sheadde... with a laugh.My stomach did flips at the sound of her laugh. Not for the first time Ithought about Melody. I hope she was OK. She had done nothing wrong thatnight. It had been entirely my own fault.I could get the lingerie on with no problem thanks to all my practice. Ipaused to look at the rest of the outfit and thought how my wife haddressed. Solemn all of the time. It was like she was in anocean over her head. Me? I was going for a swim."I smiled at her analogy. It was true. Phyllis was somber. She acted as if Ihad trapped her into this. But the door was never locked. I knew she wentto see Ryan that day. Of course I knew. I had a tracking device in herpurse. But my sissies can leave any time they wish. That's part of thedeal. They aren't prisoners. Well, except for the handcuff evenings, thatis."I'm very glad you have adapted so. Her legs spread slowly, separating more and more, and she sank deeper and deeper. She pulled her hair back with both hands behind her head, and stared down with fascinated eyes as inch after inch of me went into her until I was gone. She took a moment to process the new reality and sensations, her breasts heaving with her heavy breaths, then she looked up at me from the tops of her eyes, and flexed around me. I gasped. Her internal muscles rolled up my length, sucking me deep into her, holding. So, yes, I'd absolutely love to seethem!" Steve said."Even knowing that you're now in Mary's body?" Doctor Summers asked.For a second Steve felt ashamed but that emotion was swiftly devoured byanger. "I didn't cause the mindbomb to go off, we're all victims! Besidesif you look at it from a different point of view, I think Mary would ratherI have her body than a total stranger." Steve said.Doctor Summers stood up and looked at Doctor Johnson, "I'm recommending weproceed. All three appear to.