“I’ll take it easy. I won’t tell ya it won’t hurt, ‘cause it will, but it’ll start feelin’ good in a bit,” he said. “Ready?”“Yes... sir.”Gently, he removed his finger and placed the head of his cock at my asshole. He quietly moaned as the head of his cock pressed against my hole.I could feel the heat of his cock, the slick of the precum, sweat, and spit. I pushed back eagerly.“Easy, hand,” he warned. “When it first pops in, it’s gonna hurt.” He slowly applied pressure to my asshole with the head. None of mychores changed, as I still had to clean the house, wash clothes, do thedishes and so on, and my job assignments did not get any easier either.I quickly came to understand why so many women went without makeup too.It was time consuming to put on everyday; but I almost always woremakeup at work. The taste, the smell, the way it made me look and feelwas worth more to me than the time it took to put it on. My lifeevolved into one of expanding my wardrobe, getting my beard removed,and. The little kids were both girls, and it seemed they were twins. Both had blond hair and blue eyes. They joined the other little kids and the big girl joined me at the edge of the pool."Hi, I'm Loesje," she said to me."Hello," I replied. "I'm Veerle." I hope you don't mind me joining your kid's party," she said smiling."No problem with me," I said. "Are those your little sisters?" No, I'm their nanny, do you have a little sister among them?" Nope," I said. "I'm also a nanny." I pointed at Sandy. Miss Beckycame over, kissed my cheek and took my hand, and i followed Her to my newlife.Why didn’t someone help me when i asked? It only took two weeks to turna man into awhore.Mistress Sandy’s ex-husband whom She turnedinto ashemale who must now live off the street. After femininzing me andhumiliating meMistress Sandy finally sent me home, but only after calling my wife tomake sure Shewould be meeting me at the door. When my wife saw me fully made upwearing a sheerblouse and mini skirt, She.