A week later I went back and she removed thestitches, at last I could put on my thong. It fitted wonderfully,obviously the cock cage was no good now a...d I wouldn't be needing itanyway.I asked the guys if they thought my face was passable, they said maybe itneeded a little work to make it more feminine, so it was off to theclinic again for some facial feminization surgery. After the bandagescame off I felt complete, new body, no testosterone, beautiful body andtits. All I needed now was some. We were very rarely alone, we got chatting and she asked if I enjoyed the party. I said I'd enjoyed it as always, then she took me off balance by asking if I'd enjoyed her dress, she said that she'd noticed me looking a few times. I apologised and explained that I was just a red blooded man and that it wasn't intentional.My surprise was taken to a new level as she chuckled and told me I didn't need to apologise and that she quite enjoyed being appreciated and that there was no crime in looking.. I sat next to my brother Charles.Mom put a plate of food in front of me. I didn’t realize I had sat in Dad’s chair.I started to eat my food, as there was a knock on the door, and Mom let in the five Nicholas women.I didn’t get up as I should have, and April got on a sliver of the chair I was sitting on and leaned into me. “It’s so sad, I feel so sorry that anybody would try to kill the President of the United States.”“When we get old enough, we are getting married and never, ever be apart for. She trembled on the ground. Her toes twisted and shuddered. Her legs spasmed across the sodden lawn.“Come on, slut,” I said. Pam emerged from the house, a towel in hand. I snatched it from her and threw it at her. “Dry off so you don’t make a mess, you filthy cunt.”“Yes, Mistress,” my sister said with such delight in her words. She started vigorously rubbing her body as she popped to her feet with lithe energy. “Don’t want to be filthier than I already am.”I snorted. “You’re the filthiest.