Maybe it was time to "train" Karissa. For the good of the business.I went back around to Maxwell's other side, out of Karissa's sight."Let's try somet...ing," I said to him. Then, under my breath, "Go with it."I started the massage. I oiled his back. I worked my fists into the knots, smoothed out his spine. In the old days, I'd have nothing on beneath my robe. But now I was wearing panties and stockings. No bra just because I liked to keep my chest free and showing a little cleavage never hurt. After checking my refection front and back I join you in the living room.You seem to be squirming around a bit, like you have ants in your pants, and that’s definitely a grin on your face and I say, Is this what you had in mind”? As I model for you by shaking my hips and spin around once. “yeah, let me see that ass again”.I turn around and stick out my rear and wiggle it in your direction. You say, “Nice ass panty boy I like it, come, have a seat right here”. You pat the surface of the coffee. But anotherpart of him wanted to succeed, to do what he had spent so much timepracticing for. The events began, with the watchers laughing andcommenting as the sissies hurried around, some of them falling comically,others getting upset and bawling loudly, making their owners come afterthem with short whips. Anson carried on as the others were eliminatedone by one. In the end it was just him and the poodle, who appearedrather cartoonish and, Anson belatedly noticed, had small breasts. This was so foreign to him that he needed to find out more. Saturday finally arrived and Matt went through the day doing mostly busy work, taking care of several projects that he had been putting off. He then went through his normal routine of the day, but added several shopping trips to his list of errands. He went to the shopping mall in the city just after noon, picking up a new outfit for the evening. He chose a pair of nice, tight fitting blue jeans that hugged his ass very well, and also.