I wanted to cum. I opened the door and looked out into the arcade. The sissy was out there, trying to hustle up every guy who came in. I snapped my fi...gers and the bitch came running. “You ready, sweet man?” he said.I nodded and stepped out of the doorway so that the queen could come inside. He let the cutoffs drop, kicked them aside, and was naked. His pale skin was covered with prison tattoos. There were gang symbols tattooed on his buttocks. I knew this pussy wasn’t no gangsta; he obviously. And way too thin on the top. Ten minutes later, with the help of a crochet hook, several bobby pins, and special clips, the wig was on for the duration.My mirror told the story well. Gone forever was John. The dumpy, eccentric, reclusive student. Standing five-eleven in her heels was a striking, middle-aged woman. JoAnn. The real me. I pivoted and checked for any flaws. I was no beauty contest winner, too big-boned. A big and shapely woman stared back at me. I shivered with anticipation. For. It turned out to look like a bathtub modified to hold a Lazy-Boy recliner. The pilot could lean back and enjoy the ride, even sleep if there was time, for the humans had eliminated that automatic cut-off "feature" found in the original units. A lap top computer functioned as an autopilot, and a long flight profile could be programmed into the system, so it would be possible for one pilot to fly around the world, unassisted, if there was a reason to do so.With the joystick control, it was now. “Then we will find us a nice, romantic comedy. How’s that sound?” He asked, stroking her hair.“Fantastic.” She stared at him, ecstatic. Pink was happy with Howard.XXX“Winter, come here.” Mistress Demi said from the doorway, staring at the dining room of sitting slaves. They were busy eating dinner, and hardly looked up from their plates. Winter laid his fork down and walked over to the mistress, his head bowed. “Yes, Mistress Demi?”“Go to Viper. Ask her if she will submit. If she refuses, do.