In and out the hand goes until finally it is pulled free. My ass seems as if its gaping as I feel cool air rush in. Patiently I wait. Then I feel it. ...he head of a cock. I panic again. My wife has brought home men? I begin to thrash about but am slapped again in the face and whomever has their cock sliding into my ass slaps my backside hard. I straighten up.The fucking becomes faster and then I realize the cock wasn't warm when it went in. It's a strap on. I also begin to use my nose. I pick up. However, I was impressed at my legs, which were hairless and quite feminine. This inspired me to take more measures. Over the weekends I would buy a selection of clothes and continued to dress until I improved. But still, there was not difference, no matter what I brought. I was still a boy in a dress.When puberty eventually did set it, I ceased these efforts in a fit of depression. Hair was growing all over uncontrollably and I didn't think to shave it off. My voice, however, did not. "What kind of ear rings do youwant in?" Just a pair of gold sleepers for now, something discreet for theoffice."Wendy put the sleepers in his ear lobes and then handed David a smallhand mirror. He turned his head left and right to see the result of thegirl's handiwork. Actually maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought it mighthave been. Jane paid for the procedure and they walked back out into theshopping centre."Now we need to get you a nice petticoat to sit under the skirt of yourpink taffeta. Devious. Some of the magically-inclined ladies had collars, others were on the leash. Some were dressed beautifully, and others were hardly dressed at all! Hazel knew the witch population didn't necessarily have a culture that really fit into modern society, but she'd never seen such debauchery behind one simple gate before!Some of the more specific sights were what really worried her, though. Some witches were using their magicks on each other in ways others found taboo. Enchantments,.