He had a scowl on his face, he was looking at me with that air of superiority on his face, typical of a Prince who looks down to his lowly servants.He...was so sexy.“Open your mouth bitch”. I obliged.He started gathering the saliva in his mouth then he deposited a big snot in my mouth. I swallowed.“What do you say?”, Adrian said with his commanding voice.“Thanks his majesty”“Good boy, you can now kiss the Prince”, he finally said.I pressed my lips against Adrian's, and we start kissing.The taste. Iwas still not sure I wanted to give up being a man, so Dr.Elliott had counseled me to go slowly as we continued to exploremy compulsion to dress in women's clothing.I had persuaded my supervisor to let me work out of my apartmenton a trial basis, without divulging the reason for my request.Since moving to the city two years earlier, I had accumulated asubstantial female wardrobe - in fact, I had thrown out morewomen's clothing than I currently owned, during periodic episodesof revulsion over. He was clean and also smelled good, fresh. She guessed his age to be early forties. His character, by her immediate assessment, was trustworthy and not because she was desperate for social interaction. Shilah was a psychology major before the world was put on pause. She had always been a good judge of character which directed her early-adulthood path toward a career in psycho-analysis. Granted, she had yet to figure out the inner mindset of that wild boar, but she was certain this man, Declyn,. In fact, she was very popular with the middle-aged balding crowd who had the cash for the private dances and was willing to pick her as their partner because she always guaranteed a happy ending. The fact that she was willing to take the initiative like that made her a success in the "private dancing" business and she was popular on the vertical pole as well.It was her success that actually caused her a problem.Some of the girls who had been on the circuit for a long longer than normal were.