”The first thing she emerged with was a pair of white tights. Shockingly, they were large enough to fit me, diapers and all, but didn’t sag in any...spots. As I slid them up my now hairless legs I really did start to feel like a girl.“Oh don’t you look adorable in your little tights! They show off your legs so well!”The next thing she came out with was a set of gigantic petticoats. They looked like they were made for a giants daughter.This was it. The part where the real girlishness kicks in. I. The wet spot on the concrete was undeniable.Stacy lost control and grabbed onto the chain above for support. She lifted herself up and down on my cock, at least as far as her leg restraints would allow. Through clenched teeth, Stacy grunted “What are you doing to me! Fuuck mee! Goddamit fuuuck me harder! I’m going to cum again…ugghh!”Stacy lifted her head and with wild eyes stared into the mirror. She couldn’t believe the person in the mirror was herself – wet, wild blond hair covering her face. Was it important? Only in the sense of the importance between the two of us at the time, as with any relationship, and only in the sense of me learning some very important lessons. Not about sex, but about how we see ourselves and each other. Some people say that sex changes things. That once you go down that road with anyone, whether a friend or a stranger, you can’t ever go back. I don’t know if I agree. The only thing that changed for me after my first time? Sex was no longer this mystery,. Her eyes glinted wickedly and Jackie realised what it meant to be given head by a hot deep female mouth."Ohhhhhh! Nnooooo!" She could only groan and shake her head, her half hearted attempt to push the blonde away never having any chance to work. She arched her back tits firming up. What chance was there to resist? She had already given up hope of ever escaping this perverse, horrific dream.The awful half man, half machine was knelling behind the sucking blonde tart, its hard scrotum clattering.