I pulled in front of her and asked if there was a problem she said that her car just stopped and had to get home as she had a date,I offered to give h...r a lift as she lived on my way home.As she got out the car she said she would like to return the favour and take me for a drink on evening she gave me her number, and went of to her house. She wasnt bad looking but pleasent. About 2 days later I phoned her and we arragened to meet at her local,the night came and I drove to the pub as I turned up. I murmured, "Did I do it right Mistress Marylou?"Marylou smiled "You deserve some awards for being such submissive slut."She beckoned to the fat woman, who walked over to Marylou to give her a small case. The fat woman opened it and showed me the contents. An aerosol spray, a thin and fine sewing needle, a spool of surgical thread to close operations. I opened my eyes incredulous when the fat woman approached my vagina, she sprayed my vaginal lips with what was anesthesia and began to sew my. The coffee helped.He was coming fully awake now and feeling more rational. Above all else,and well before his anger, Jack was sympathetic. Jack was verysympathetic to Sally's needs and her feelings. He couldn't help himselfthose feelings of his, nor could Sally for that matter. Too close thosefeelings, Jack mused, knowing why and smiling.Truth is they had designed him to be empathetic and he knew that. Rightafter he'd agreed they began his transformation. They were called EmpathyEngrams. I can dress with other men and we can fuck each other, but that is pretend. I can dress up as a girl and suck and fuck a real girl, but that again is pretend lesbian.I keep most of my clothes at a friend’s house. A girl friend. Sophie knows that i need somewhere to store my dresses and skirts, my uniforms and my undies, all my makeup and my collection of nighties. So once she knew I loved to dress and could not keep my wardrobe of girl’s clothes at home, she said I could use her spare room to.