But handcuffs? Really.But Haslam's Adult Emporium, she said, sold a Sissy Package. She toldthe clerk her boyfriend was a sissy. "Whose boyfriend isn't..." she hadresponded.In the days to come, she would add to my college. A toe-ring. Earrings.More makeup. More hose. More heels. This had taken over our lives.I could work from home most days, and so I began to dress moreregularly. I found I was a happier person. I sang. And, yes I danced.***True to her word, Darcy had me in dresses afterward.. By the way, we both work in Bangalore. Let’s talk about M first since the first day I laid my eyes upon her and I was damn attracted towards her. I was 23 when I joined the company and M was 26, a Bengali married and working as my manager. She had the most awesome ass that I have ever seen. I had seen Bengalis but was never was in contact such a pretty face and a beautiful body. I never expressed my emotions but had masturbated quite a few times imagining her and her ass.But my final chance. She claimed she was doing it as an act of charity but looking back I’m thinking she was just being nosey and saw it as an opportunity to get free things. She would always bring her latest haul to our house before taking them to town and together she and Mommy would go through and pick out anything they thought was worth keeping.I remember distinctly the time when the bag contained some little girl dresses collected from a house where the prosperous resident was clearing out her growing. 'Damn warden. I'll scrub you. Stand out of the flow and hold still.' She scooped up a handful of mud, put the pot back on the shelf and started at my neck. The goop was slightly gritty and rubbed up into an astringent lather which she spread over my chest and shoulders with firm, strong strokes. She squeezed round me and treated my back the same way, then squatted and I felt her hands running over my buttocks and down my legs. She swatted me. 'Don't tense up.' Her fingers teased into the crease.