"Open your eyes and see what a beautiful girlyou really are."When I opened my eyes I gasped. When I had played dress-up, I used toimagine that I was a...pretty girl wearing just such a dress. Now it wasreal; I was standing in a dressing room wearing an ultra girly dress andMommy was going to buy it for me!"You're going to need a few petticoats if you're going to wear that kindof dress honey," Mommy said as she fluffed out my skirt (It feels soooonice to call it my skirt!)."What's a petticoat. ."They were true because Mommy was saying them."And sissy-bois like you love men. They can?t get enough of it. Itdoesn?t matter if you see yourself as gay, bi, pan, or straight, youcan?t help but get horny at big muscular males. You want someone biggerand stronger to stuff their fat meaty dick into you, to breed you like afemale, to fuck you and play with you. You can?t get enough of men andtheir big beefy cocks because you?re such a girly little sissy-boi. Isn?tthat right?"He wasn?t a man. He. She almost looked relaxed. Her breasts sat on her crossed forearms like rose tipped delicacies that sent a feeling of restlessness coursing through his veins. He tried to reconcile the image of her sitting there now with the one she’d revealed out of her life with Trey. A feeling of responsibility nudged at the edges of his consciousness. He didn’t know if he’d feel the same way without his own history with Trey. He wanted to believe he would, but he wasn’t convinced. There would have been a. What ‘s that I asked...fucking all your friends, I’d like a cock in my mouth when you fuck my bottom.And so our lives changed completely, Helen looked through some of Mary’s early pics with my then work mates. Her outfits were nothing like we had the choice of now, but what she saw gave Helen lots of ideas.Dave a bloke from the pub was the first, and Helen relied on her maids outfit to start her new career and what a start. Dave sat with me in the lounge when Helen came through from the.