But more than beingcomforted I was thrilled since I could now enjoy my dressing andthe liberating feeling of my changing identity without guiltfeeling....I could look in the mirror and see a woman, not just a fellow in adress. In my case, I was always somewhat slender, a bit shorterthan average, with luxuriant blond hair. So it was easy for me tosee a woman.My therapist, after numerous sessions, determined that I was infact somewhat transgendered and could, if I desired, undertakehormone. He understood there is something more pleasurable than masturbation…. He was about cum so he requested jyoti to leave his dick.Now it was Sumit’s turn… He wanted to see everything. He removed everything that were left in her body, made jyoti lie down on the bed and directly went down to her extremely hot pussy which was wet now. He inserted his tongue and started sucking it. His tongue moving in such a way as if the tongue was looking for a treasure. She couldn’t stop her moanings. She was. I had a pair of hand cuffs in my naughty bag, but that was in my bedroom and would let him out of my sight.. right now it looked like he might bolt which would be a bad decision on his part. He needed to be taught what was best for him and at his age, he had no clue how to figure that out on his own yet even if he thought he did. I remembered some nylon cord I kept in the utility drawer in the kitchen and prayed that I was remembering there was enough of it. I smiled when I took it out. Hehe,. .. And the tiny, short sleeved whiteblouse does not help, with the black bra clearly visible through thethin material.Nearly done.. next are some white knee socks, that feel like they'llhave a hard time staying up on the smooth nylon of the stockings andsome Mary-janes with a heavy 3' platform and 5" heel. I wrap the pinkplaid skirt around my waist and fasten it before straightening out thelil pleats, and registering it doesn't begin to cover the stocking tops,and will flip up at any.