” he said as he slumped back down in his reclining chair.I thought to myself, Well, here goes nothing, as I walked over toward him. “My name is Ch...istopher by the way.” He said.I laughed and said “That’s funny, my name used to be Christopher.”“So that’s what Lori meant when she said that there was something special about you.” he said.Then he reached out and took hold of my hand, gently pulling me onto his lap. My tiny little 5’4” frame must have felt like a teddy bear or a rag doll perched on. Most of the pimps lived too far away from me though, so I really didn't see how we would make it work. There was one man that lived closer and he said he had a long list of clients that like to fuck sissies. Most of his clients were business men, and that meant men that are willing to spend money. He would make all the arrangements and we should split the profits 50/50. I thought it was worth a try, so I accepted his terms. When it was time to serve the first customer my new pimp said I had to. "Not your thing, huh?", he said with a smile. I smiled back, slowly pulling my eyes away from his chest and meeting his. I bit my bottom lip. "When's your old man get home?", he asked quietly. "I'm not sure. If he's not home by now, could be anytime within the hour I guess."He looked towards my house and then looked around. Just then a silver Ford Tempo pulled up in front of his house."Shit! It's my mom.", he said with exasperation. "The hell is she doing here?" A little old lady stepped out. At first i had feelings of guilt rush over me, i’d strip say never again but we all thats not true. my obsession grow to me wearing knickers and bras through the day, if i was alone in the house i’d strip off all my maleness and basically be a girl. i was heading for trouble i didnt notice or care at the time. i was borrowing my mums clothes and my s****rs too and after finding my look as a sissy i used to wear my mums size 7’s purple velvet high heels with 3 inch heels at night i was walking.