He told her he needed her help and also wanted to introduce her to their new sex toy. She smiled as she saw me and hered what he said and she asked wh...t my name was and as I went to reply he said that it was Kazita or slut/bitch/whore or what ever they wanted to call me. She smiled and introduced herself as Sarah and told me she was Sirs wife....Wife... she was not much older than me yet she was married to Sir.He told her to help tie my legs as he forced them uptowards my head and she did as he. In 1965 I decided that I liked the job that I had and re-enlisted. That let me start a new three year tour in Germany.When I returned to the US in 1968 I was assigned to Ft. Monmouth again. This time I was an instructor. I rapidly found out that I wasn't particularly welcome anywhere off base when I was in uniform. While there was nothing overt at the time I could tell that people were uncomfortable around me. It wasn't quite as bad in civilian clothes but, even then, the haircut, the military. I have bought dresses, lingerie, high heels, I have thrown them away. I have bought them again. Rinse, repeat. Once a crossdresser, always a crossdresser. So the online forums say. It never leaves you. But I am more than a crossdresser. I need to be female 24/7, 365. I need to change completely. I need to transform my body. My lower body has always been feminine, broad hips, shapely ass cheeks which respond well to gym work, petite feet and legs. My upper body is a mixed bag. I have always. Her hand idly squeezed my throbbing crotch. “You mean it’s okay?” she said, “you don’t mind?”I nodded my head and smiled down at her. But I don’t want to take any risks,” she continued, “there are too many creeps about. I’d want you there with me!”This turn of events surprised me a little. Knowing that your future wife has slept with someone else is one thing, but being in the same room with them would be quite another. I thought about the Idea as NK went to the bar and ordered us another.