But I did fall asleep, all that shopping anddressing up must have tired me out.--I went to school the next morning like normal and when I got home mym...ther had an outfit layed out for me. She had all the clothes that wereto be returned in the car already.When I went to put on the skirt, I found it was much shorter than it hadbeen."Mother," I said "is my skirt shorter?" Yes honey," she said "I shortened a few of your dresses and skirts a fewinches while you were at school."I thought it was short. She did not need to say anything. I buried my face between her ass cheeks and licked her ass clean. She had not relieved herself that way, but it would have made no difference if she had. Each day was the same. I cleaned her after she went to the bathroom. There was no way my Goddess would ever suffer the unpleasantness of wiping herself clean. That was my job.She left me kneeling there and got back into bed. I washed my hands and face and brushed my teeth and crawled back into the bedroom to. I have locked away those clothes you used to wear when youcrossdressed as a man."I looked out the window and saw the bin on the street waiting for the binmen to collect. Normally I would have gone out to retrieve my underwearbut I couldn't go out dressed like this! I watched helplessly as the binmen emptied my underwear into the dustcart thankful for the net curtains,which suddenly took on a femininity of their own. It was like I washidden behind my mother's petticoats again but this time I. After Lennie's refusal, Mustapha haddecided to turn to plump, transsexual women who had already started theirtransition.So there we were by the swimming pool, the two of us with our eyes lockedonto each other. The sexual tension was palpable. Mustapha's hairy chestexuded virility, a smell of musk and testosterone. While he held my handvery delicately, a tingle all over my body made me feel lusted over by areal man. For the first time ever in my feminine life. But Mustapha's eyesshowed more than.