Steve hesitated, much to my amusement, as if he imagined any of us still thought he was straight and didn’t want this. Realising the game was up he ...ositioned himself next to Isabella awaiting her instruction. Freja beside me whispered in my ear. “We have something in common, look at our gay men,”. Then giggled “Perhaps it is something we have done to them.” This shocked me, had I emasculated Steve so much I had made him gay, it certainly turned me on that he was being such a fag, perhaps I had. After breakfast the next day, we went back to the hotel room and my wifehelped me on with my new blue dress. We had deliberately chose a dresswith not much shape in order to conceal my lack of bust, hips or slimwaist. The hem of the skirt was a few inches above my knees, but quitelong enough to cover my stocking-tops. I wore some unisex sandals. Mywife quickly did something with my hair to make it look less masculine.We both examined my appearance in the long mirror on the wardrobe. "Youlook. The 'Victim fought his way through the skinheads and Mr Jones came forward."I swear by almighty god that the evidence I shall give shall be," Jones started saying and big Norman glowered."Get on with it!" Norman hissed."Mr Jones, can you tell us what happened on the night in question," Weasley asked."Well see we was having a bit of a practice see," he said in his annoying Welsh sing song voice, "And there was this horrible noise see, horrible it was and we went outside to see this chap hanging. .." I moaned as the slaps rained down on my tits. The once pale and creamy flesh had begun to take on a pinkish hue from his abuse. Then as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. "Very good. I can see your tits do have potential. We are going to have fun with these in the future," he said. I stood there panting and trembling as my tits burned. "Now that we have seen what your tits can do, let's have a look at that cunt of yours. Drop your panties," he said. As I hooked my thumbs under the.