I have typed 911 on my phone. When I get to zero Ihit send and the wheels of justice will start.THREE.....................TWO..................ONE...................."I'll be your sissy damn it," I blurted out."No it is 'I want to be your sissy' now get it right or I hit send." I want to be your sissy," I meekly responded."The first thing you need to do is follow these instructions to theletter, be fast and efficient as time is of the essence here. There isa wooden straight back chair in the. You'll love wearing some of my bangles and dangles. And you don't need to worry at all about offending me, not any more. I'm loving the idea already."She went back to our bedroom, and I began to undress, in order to re-dress myself entirely in women's clothes, as Monica had ordered, though the outer garments were indistinguishable from men's. Nearly. In order to go out. Out into a world of men and women. In order to get my ears pierced. I felt excited and terribly apprehensive, both at the same. The story is fiction.] After the ceremony I walked back to my room. I’d been on the base for two weeks and had a room to myself all that time. As soon as I got inside the room my dress uniform came off and the shower came on. Twenty minutes later I was showered, shaved (again) and dressed in a new short sleeved Hawaiian shirt and khaki cargo pants. I left the dress uniform on the floor. The B4 bag full of other uniforms was in the corner of the room and I saluted it on my way out. I carried a. She looked up at me and closed her eyes. Even though I have not been in a relationship for several years I knew she was asking to be kissed. Could I pull this off? Now was the moment I had been hoping for. I leaned in an kissed her softly at first but my lust took over and I kissed her with all the pent up energy that had been building over the last several years. She reciprocated and really put herself into it. I have never been much on french kissing but when I felt her tongue press against.