I have a friend who runs a beauty salon. She helped me get ready. After a couple of hours of makeup training, it was hard to tell I wasn't a real wom...n." Michael apparently agreed. "After that first date I couldn't get my mind off of her. After about a week together, I knew she was the one I planned to marry. God, what an idiot I was." Says the cross-dressing cutie: "Every time we'd go out, I planned to tell him the truth. But then, he'd so something so charming that I couldn't stop. "Tonight. Jennifer you will take a shower and before bed time put onyour pink nightie set and then you may come in to watch television withthe family," Mom ordered. "You won't need to wear your bra. Tomorrowbefore you get dressed I will show you what you're going to wear." Mom, what can we do with his hair?" asked Elizabeth. "It's prettylong, we could make a pony tail." I have been considering that problem," said Mom. I'm not sure if wecan change his hair from boy to girl and then back to. She was mature for a slave, her body in good shape despite being draped in that silly sack of a dress. Her breasts were firm, perhaps a bit small but just fine. I made a note to examine them later along with other parts of her body, to carefully examine and touch her.She was chained as was customary for these slave auctions, her hands cuffed in front and her neck collared with a chain secured to the post. No, she was going no where except to the highest bidder.The handler was already pulling. Dressed from head to toe in Satin, silky stockings and by sissy bum lubed up, I would await there knock at my door.When they arrived I could smell there hot sweaty bodies, It turned me on.They got straight down to business. Both of the grabbed me and carried me up to my bed, threw me down and started to undress.They took off their shorts to reveal two glorious 7 inch cocks. I got on my knees and took one of the cocks in my mouth, I nuzzled my nose into his sweaty pubes as I loved his musky man.