"How about...'Performance Position'!"My knees almost buckled and I stumbled on my heels, my dress rustlingloudly. I caught myself, and cheeks flushing...anew I forced a smile whilehopping and daintily clapping, petticoats bouncing around my naked,shaved groin. "Oh yes, Mistress, this sissy would love to entertain youboth in that way!" Despite the humiliation, after being free from thesteel grip of chastity for the first time in months the exaggeratedmovements caused my member to betray me,. It is kind of a secret between him and me. I hope you don’t mind, but if this turns out to work, then I’m sure you will be one of the first people to know, besides the three or four people who are in on this right now.”“No Bob, I think I understand, you think that with all the communications I’m privy to, I just might slip. You might be right Bob; I could let it slip and not realize it until it is too late. Thank you for explaining that. The next time you and Phil need to talk, I will make sure. Trouble is that's not all that often."The intelligent art of me is thinking that I've got almost enoughmaterial now, while the macho jerk part of me is thinking about thosebondage photos. I try to suppress that part of me, at least until later.Later, when I can masturbate before I revert back to my male body."Ms St Clair, thank you for sharing these thoughts with me. Now I'dbetter let you get back to waitressing."I go to stand up. "Oh, one last thing. Have you found anything thatsurprised you,. I took the shirt next, a small soft pink t-shirt with almost no sleeves. Ipulled it down over my head and slid my arms in, just like a normal shirtI found out. I had no idea why I thought it would be different. It huggedmy body, almost all over. Right near the end, about where my ribs ended itfelt loose and I could see it hang and move a little as I leaned orturned. I felt the soft fabric rubbing my skin and couldn't help butwonder why girls' shirts were so much softer than boys since this.