I felt … like a woman. Gill stood behind me and started rubbing herself up against me and groping my bottom. In the mirror we looked like a pair of ...esbians, although I have to admit I was a little flat chested compared to Gill! We made our way to the bedroom. Walking wasn’t easy on those heels, but I felt so sexy dressed like this and I was so excited with the anticipation of what was coming next. I headed for the spare room (my room). “It’s okay Pete. I’ve got a surprise for you in my room.”. No new boundaries tobreach. No new ordeals to face. And that in its way was worse thanthe activity of further feminisation because it brought with ittime to think. Time to reflect on the femininity already achieved,already forced upon him. Time to anticipate. Time worry, to dread.Time to seek for means to avoid, to evade, destiny. To turn theclock back. To kill the future.He needed to pee. And then to wearily begin the ritual of bathing,shaving, beautifying, selecting clothes, of pulling on. Hey relax ..you can take your jacket off --works over ". "Thanks , I will , this was my last appointment today" .As Kelly prepped the tea in the kitchen Rick cast his eyes round the room.Apart from the fact porno was playing it could have been any room in any flat anyway. Small table, in the corner, some books and on the wall a replica colour of a billboard advertising Ditta's Burlesque Show.Rick looked at the photo of the young busty girl and quickly realised who it was."Yes that's me, younger. She pressed against his bottom, jamming the cock deep inside him. I pictured myself teasing his prostate as I rubbed his cock – the cock that symbolised his masculinity. The cock he would have been so proud and boastful about, had it not been wrapped in pink lace and subjugated by the insistent dildo that hummed in his arse. Could I…? I tried to suppress the thought but it was tool late. As I wondered how you would take my strapon cock, dressed in frilly lingerie, I came again – and this time.