There must be millions of women like me in the world. But in some way it seems that I have passed some border which is not acceptable. Even others inv...lved in this lifestyle have tried to explain to me that what I am longing for can be all right as fantasies but warns me not to go too far. At the same time, pain is for me a source of ecstatic pleasure that I could not get in any other way. Surely there are many nutcases around in the world and I am sure that you are only wishing me well by. When we back from taking our breakfast we saw that they are going outside. We exchange smile and told them when you back please visit our room for adda. “Well, but as we r going in the lake we may be little late”, replied Akash.I said, “Oh! That’s not a problem”. Then they left.I am thinking now we can go wild as they are not in the room. And as they r not in there room we didn’t think to draw the curtain. Radhika can’t wait any more. She undress herself within a moment and me too. Then I first. Myformer friends accepted me as a maid. I accepted me, too.Even the gifts changed. Instead of provocative outfits, I got cleaningsupplies. A new vacuum. Another iron. Rubber clothes and Clorox for thetoilet. Cookbooks.I had read that this had happened to other men, men with dominant wives,men with unique quirks. But a sissy's life can be a lonely one. Therewas no support group for me. I didn't go to the bars anymore. My friendsnever came around.Those morning talks with Tuck were my. Granny, old woman, fat, huge tits, unshaven, loose pussy. Grandpa, big belly, big hanging balls, not very big cock, quite hairy. And me. At that age I was quite chubby, small cock very shy, but was interested in lots of things. Especially in touching my self. Very sensitive niples, nice ass. At that time everyone wanted to touch me, hold me, cuddle. So all started that summer. Because village I was left was very small, there was a bathhouse, three times a week for men and same for women. And.