The girls then settled back in their chairs. "Well, lets hear your story, Marc. Or are you called something else when you're all dressed up?" Sara ...sked sarcastically. "Marci." I responded embarrassingly. "Marci!" shouted Sara. "How cute." "Well, MARCI, we're waiting." ordered Sara. "What about the pictures?" I asked. "What about them?" responded Sara. "We'll decide when its time to talk about them. First, we want to hear how you became such a pretty little sissy boy! So I suggest. I went again to her private quarters. She led me into a room I had not been aware of hitherto. It was a large room and along one wall were rack upon rack of fine dresses of the sort our Mistress wore. I soon realised this was the house ladies’ wardrobe. The clothes were of the finest fabrics and would have graced Duchesses’ bodies. Jenkins spent a good while finding dresses that would fit me although some needed alteration for which the almost mute Amy, my bed-companion, was sent. She was, so. See you at work on Tuesday.”We hugged, exchanged a soft French kiss, and I headed back to campus.“How’s your sister?” Clark asked when I walked into our room.“About as well as can be expected. I have three or four hours of homework, so I hope you don’t mind if I lock myself in my room.”“Nah, I have some reading to do. That’s why I’m not hanging with Carter and Larry. Those dudes don’t have any hard science classes. Hey, can I get a favor?”“Probably.”“At Thanksgiving, could you take me as far as. I thought I felt something and next thing I knew my cock was a flaccid as an over boiled carrot."What happened," Lisa asked."I don't know. It just... happened." Let's cuddle a little. It will probably get up again," she said.We lay for a while just kissing and touching each other, but nothing happened and in the end we decided to stop and go to sleep. It took a while before I fell asleep: despite my lack of erection I was still aroused and unsatisfied.I had read somewhere that it happened to a.