Of course, I hated it. I hated the fact that Iwas even there, hated the fact that I was in a dress, and hated thatnobody saw me as a male anymore. But...the plain fact remained that I couldnot deny that I looked better than just okay. Not so much pretty or cute,but maybe a tad better than average. I hated that.My old buddies stopped by once, and I was the one to answer the door.Expecting a tirade when they saw me, I was ready to defend myself thebest I could, but all I got was a leering grin."Is. "I like you," she said. "But, your too old. Okay? I'm sorry. I don't mean to insult you, or anything, but you are too old. But," she added, just as I was starting to feel the let-down, "you can watch me as I play with my pussy. Okay?" I'm fine with that," I replied. "Your right of course about me being 'too old.' I am!" Yes," she said. "But I do like you. Your interesting. I've enjoyed chatting with you; and so I thought it would be nice if I let you watch me masturbate. Would like that?" I'd. "Mmmmm," said her Ladyship, "that's it." She breathed deeply, sighedwith delight, then let her hem drop. Just then, she noticed the televisionset. It was on, but with the volume down. It had been tuned to Succubus Program1, and the words "NEWS BULLETIN" now flashed across the screen. "Oh, I want to hear that," said her Ladyship, and she waved her right handat the screen. The volume suddenly went up. A pretty brunette newsreader, seatedat a desk with papers in her hand, was saying, in a calm,. . this has everything to do with the way I acted that night."The girls turned and looked at each other one more time, as if a suspicion of theirs had just been confirmed."Wow," Inez said to me. "We've often talked about that, Pat ... about how out of character that was for you. Are you saying that there was something external that brought that on?" Sort of. But it's more complex than that. Much more. To begin, I want to go back to the central event here ... something that happened to me three.