She had probably been chain-smoking all morningwaiting for me to call! A smoker's body... Great.Shouldn't the smell have been at least a little appeal...ngconsidering who I had become? I guess shit still smellslike shit no matter who you are. Becky must have justgotten used to it over the years.Trying to make the best of the situation, I stood up andonce again felt my soft new body jiggling in places Idefinitely was not used to jiggling. It was just so odd! Istretched my arms out to the sides and. I followed the pair back part of the way but decided that it would be better to go another way as I was rapidly catching up with the slip showing Rosemary and if I carried on I would soon be in front of them.I managed to judge the pace so where our routes rejoined I was about 10 paces behind and so was able to continue to enjoy Rosemary's showing slip. MargaretShe was an enigma. Always well dressed, clean skirt, crisp white blouse, never a hole in her tights and for 6 years never a hint of a. We went to The Glade and I saw the sunrise. We cuddled and kissed and pissed, and...”“You WHAT!?” Diana almost yelled.“We pissed. Mick got us up to The Glade so fast this morning that I didn’t get to go to the toilet. By the time the sun was up, and the fog was gone, I had to pee like a racehorse. So, we walked to the edge and we peed together.”“Together.” Tasha had an expression of disbelief.“Yeah.”“Diana, can I talk to you for a bit?” I asked quietly while the others were engaged in pee. Well, sometimes we should be careful about what we ask for. I wanted to be feminized, forced to be used like a woman. And, that’s what happened. The cold lube was applied to my anus, and her soft hand massaged my engorged cock. Then the pressure began against my little hole, and she whispered that I should press back, push it into my pussy. I did, controlling the painful process until it popped past a point. Suddenly it felt only full and pleasant, and.feminine.“Move your ass, sissy!” Ordered.