I sit down and she ties my wrist to the chair, What the hell?? Well you look is not finished. She grabs a wig and makeup and starts getting me ready. ...er Mother comes in and says looking good when your done bring her into the room 4, it's a locker room and put her in a cheerleader outfit.She grabs a short cheerleader outfit that barely covered me and took me to the locker room.In there was another sissy with a matching outfit and her mother with a video camera. Her mother says ok sluts heres. "I expected more of a reaction out of Sonja, but she did not even stiffen at my pronouncement."Where will you go?" was all she asked.What she asked was also the question on my own mind. The way I looked at it, the three choices I faced were stay in the valley, join Liz's cause, or go back to my own time. Choice number one, I had just ruled out, and the ill will between me and the people running this mess probably ruled out option three."I am probably going to join the New Englanders. I think. Every time I go, I must squat. This alone has helped to further change my mindset. I am constantly aware that I can no longer just “go at will” and always am aware of where the nearest bathroom is when I am on the road because I can’t just whip it out anymore.Secondly, I no longer get to touch myself for pleasure. At ALL. No masturbating for a LONG time! Any time I get an urge and the body reacts as a guy, it physically hurts. Does that mean that I no longer have sexual urges? Of course not!. They continued dancing to the next song until the black guy grabbed Ana’s hand and led her outside.I waited a few moments before following them outside. When I entered the garden, I could not see anybody. I could just hear some light laughter in the darkness. As I approached some green bushes, I noticed my wife sat on a wooden table with the black guy standing between her spread legs.I stepped behind the bushes and found a gap that still gave me a good view.Ana was leaning back with her eyes.