”Emanuel turned to one of the players. “What did I say about that shortcut?!”“That it’ll only hurt me and the team?” The player responded ...arcastically.“Right. Do I need to disturb Coach now?”Emanuel felt a hand rest on his shoulder. “I thought this was a job I could leave you two with. Clearly I underestimated the stubbornness of those idiots.” He pointed at a few of the players. “You three, fifteen laps around the field ... NOW!”Emanuel turned to face the coach. “I’m sorry Coach. I...”“You. Girl clothes?" I asked, dubiously.I'd never dressed up like a girl even as a joke, or for Halloween. Itwasn't that I had been afraid of it or felt it challenged my manhood; itjust hadn't come up, or really crossed my mind before that one time withEmily's friends back when I was still semi-male. Now, facing thechoice, I just didn't want to wear girly stuff."Why not?" Emily asked. "They're just clothes." If that's the case, let's go to the guy section." Amy can wear anything she... uh... he. ” She then added, “Maybe I should take of picture of the sheets!” she said with a giggle, “then he’d SEE how okay you are.” I blushed a bit and then asked, “And the second reason?” I probed.“He said” she replied, “In due time.”“What do YOU think?” I asked,“I have no idea.” She answered, “But I need to know that you are really okay with all of this… you know, he is controlling my body and owning my asshole?”“Let’s get one thing perfectly clear” I announced. “no one “OWNS you. Others may fuck you. "Coffee?" Bob asked as we tried to straighten our clothing. "Sounds good to me." I replied. I drove the pot holed road out to paved park road and down to a greasy spoon restaurant not far down the road. Now that the much needed orgasms had past, we were able to get to know each other a bit. We parted with a hand shake and agreed to meet back in the chat room and discuss the days activities. It's easy to talk online. Bob and I talked about our current sex lives, our unwilling wives.