She also instructed me in the proper use ofall those lotions and creams I was now expected to use daily. She spenttime teaching me how to braid my ha...r and use things like barrettes,clips and bobby pins to create different hair styles. I found "playing"with my cosmetics the worst as what man would do that. Seeing me wearingbright pink lipstick and green eye shadow was another major blow to mymasculinity.Of course I saw Madam Simms on a daily basis for at least four hours. Istill had to. Her eldest brother Skyped with her and told my wife that things were pretty grim with their parents and she should come back as soon as she could.Once my wife gave me that news I chartered a plane and we were on our way back to finally meet her family and the beginning of my problems. Now, I think that the catalyst that put me over the top was physically meeting my step-daughter for the first time. It tipped the scales over to one side and I let me guard down while I was there and bad, bad,. I hid them out in the garage and would pull them out from time to time so I could look at her pictures while I jacked off. Of course, I would often fuck my wife while fantasizing about her sister, too. There came a Saturday night when a bunch of us were checking out a band and partying at a bar that was only a couple of miles from Cheryl’s house. Everybody was getting wasted and the booze and drugs were flowing. My wife was drunk as hell, but Cheryl was really out of it. Her 14 year-old. "Enough of this," Sal bit out, angry. "I want to see Carl right now." He nodded at the mixture in her hand. "I don't need to see..."She interrupted. "I'm showing you Carl, I promise." She looked him up and down one last time, lasciviously enjoying the sight.Sporting an evil grin, she toasted him with, "Here's to us." She downed the philtre; the pangs of the transformation waxed and waned; I looked over to see Sal backed up against the wall, sheer horror pasted across his face. For a long time.