I went back to my body and sank into it. I sat up in bed and thought, 'What the hell should I do now?'I went out to the sitting room, and sat in that ...omfortably overstuffed chair. I made a fist, and smashed it down on the arm of the chair. With a groaning sound, the arm broke away from the chair.I stared. Now how had I done that? I knew I was a little stronger and faster than normal people, but this? I closed my eyes. What was it Mirwanna had said? Pray? So, I prayed. I sent a silent plea out. It fastened at the top but opened up towards the bottom, revealing everything underneath. She looked extremely sexy and I could feel myself getting wet looking at her. (I'm getting wet now just writing my memoirs!). She had a cute but wicked smile as she came over to kiss me. This was then she whispered in my ear that she loved me and to enjoy my present. She got up and disappeared into the adjoining room in the suite.In walked a young blonde girl, who must have only been nineteen or twenty.. “Yeah, I prefer eating out a bald twat, too,” Bryana said and winked down at her sister. “Bet you didn’t know your big sis was a switch hitter.”“No,” she groaned. “Who?”“Oh, Sasha Ford just down the street,” she said. “Ate her snatch. And I’ve been meaning to give Mrs. Solomon a try. I got a feeling she’s down to clown.”Chloe giggled. “That’s funny. Mom says she’s a big slut.”“She is,” Mr. Quick said. “Tried to hit on me a few times.”An angry growl came from Mrs. Quick, and she sucked even. Exhausting, I say!The drugstore did have its' moments but, being a Sissy, it was not quiteas bad as I thought it would be. Finding Judy was a big help. With herhelp, even the older women begrudgingly came to a slight acceptance ofthe Sissy prancing among them. Hell, no skin off their teeth. Theyalready were genuine women, they belonged to the club. They could affordto let the Sissy do its' thing. Obviously the Sissy wanted to behumiliated. We can do that. They were quite helpful. But they.