They left us with the packs in the centre of the circle and went off in search of firewood."This is Amazing", said Sam, over her shoulder as she opene... one of the packs and started to unload candles. I admired her form as she gracefully took the items out and placed them on the nearby ground. Her curly blond hair was bouncing around her head and I laughed as she kept sweeping it out the way. Her large breasts were swaying too; I couldn't help but stare at the huge milky white globes, sitting. " She then shook herhead and made a "tsk, tsk sound. I began to wonder how many other of theso called women working here were actually transformed sissies?After work Patsy and I would ride the bus home and assume our roles inMs. Jamison's household. Each night I would be put through one sort oftraining or another and after two weeks I had pretty well adapted andconformed to Ms. Jamison's wishes. The people at work seemed to not knowor ignore that we were sissies if they did know.It was the. One day I asked her not to go to work, stay home and call me when her husband leaves for work. I got to her place at 10am. She had just had a bath. As I entered her house I held her waist and pulled her close to me. There was a lot of heat between us. My lips were almost touching hers. The bulge in my pants was pressing against her. And we kissed like there was no tomorrow. Her hands were pulling my hair. Her breasts were squeezed against me and god it felt soo good. My one hand was on her back. Ben was taking close up photos of me being tea bagged."How's that ass smell bitch!" Ben said laughing. They joked about being in their pants and walking around all day, which inconveniently didn't make the taste or smell of them very good.Eventually Dean stood up after most of his nuts were covered in spit. They switched around. Ben stood over me, unlike Dean he wasn't as hairy. His cock was about the same size, except he had a bit of foreskin. His nuts weren't as big as Dean but it still.