An odor seeped from the plastic cock. The smell of her pussy is still strongly on the joystick. She must have used it recently.I spread some jelly on ...ts tip and started to strip. My button up shirt and training bra came off without a hint of hesitation. My god if felt great as the vibrating shaft on my nipples turned them to glass cutters. I slipped my jeans off. All that left are my little cotton panties. They are soaked and drip with my glistening juices. Removing them reveals my. In the bag my hands trembled as i pulled out a pretty pair of pink thongpanties.Not thinking since i was by himself i slowly stripped and put on thepink thong panties.The snugness of the front and the way it rode up his ass felt right. ifelt secure and more dainty in them. Much more sexy I thought also.In the next few days my mannerisms changed with what his businesspartners called proper demeanor.And soon i was mincing around following orders like a secretary insteadof being one of the manly. She's not a bad person, but her parents are part of that cult, United Trinity of Perfect Purity. If Wendy is very lucky, they might take her home and make her live on bread and water for the duration of her change before throwing her out. Rumors say that some families are worse and will ship off kids who enter MORFS stage one to slave camps where they are forced to work until they die. No matter what, Wendy will be blamed for somehow causing the transformation." Joy" I replied as we reached our. She hated this city and this cesspool just happened to be in the worst part of it. Looking around the room she saw people drinking. Drinking to forget, drinking to feel strong or beautiful or just drinking to be so drunk that they reach that point where nothing but the buzzing in their head is all they hear. She felt sorry for them. She looked around at the walls with it faded pictures of past glories and past stars that once frequent the establishment. She saw past owners shacking hands with.