I try to relax, knowing that if I ask you to stop you will. Feeling your fingers gently caressing my rosebud I start to get more excited about it and...you can tell. You pull your dripping wet fingers from my pussy and switch hands, using my own juice to lube up my ass. You slowly insert one dripping wet finger, being careful not to rush it, worried I will stop you. I don’t, I just let out another moan, secretly enjoying it as much as you do. As you slowly add a second finger I moan again,. Not even that morning but just four hours ago he had been full ofoptimism that his previous night's unimaginable experience had somehowbeen an end to his sissy desires. Yet in that that short space of timehe had managed to thoroughly expose and humiliate himself as the crossdressing sissy that he could no longer deny that he was.As his slightly blurred vision focussed on the product of his innocentlyintentioned shopping trip, his consciousness turned to the callouslycrumpled contents of his. "'Nothing special about her arse, ' he thought, 'Well fleshed, but most of them are. I must be getting old.'A smile crossed his face as he thought of the reaction of the undergraduates if such a display had been put on in the JCR at Oxford."Five."The Emir hardly noticed the woman, so lost was he in his reminiscences of Oxford."Six."Boredom was clearly setting in."Seven."It was her walk back to the compound that gave him a chance to deduct a point. She seemed lost without her chains and moved. The others wore diapers as well. Of course the teacher knew Iwas a boy. She would just smile. At the start I would kick and cry whenshe wanted to change me. She just stuck a pacifier in my mouth and toldme it is OK. There were others like me. That didn't stop me from cryingand kicking. It was humiliating that someone outside the family knew thetruth. This was until one day; I noticed that another girl my age wasalso boy. This shocked me at first. Until now, I felt alone. Now I meetanother.