I had known Jason -- Jace -- sincecollege. He liked football and scuba diving and hang-gliding. I had noidea he wanted to be a sissy. Do you ever know... really?"Jace," I said. "Are you being forced to do this?"He -- she -- smiled. "No, Gary," she said. "We were just playing aroundone day, and I put on one of her skirts, and we both liked it. It grewinto this. Gary, I like it."I didn't say anything. But I wondered if this would be my future if Iwere to give in to Ginny. I looked at Jaycee. She. If that wasn’t enough, he’d gagged me too. Even though it was cold, I was sweating. Maybe it was fear? I wasn’t scared though, not really; the fluttering in my stomach felt more like anticipation. My t-shirt felt tight around my small tits and it was damp too, sticking to my hot skin. I was wearing a skirt, not a particularly short one but it made me feel vulnerable regardless. I was still wearing my high heels. I pressed my thighs tightly together and moaned softly, desperate for some sort. Tears started to flow down her cheeks as she begged Peter to stop. He just stood in front of her, massaging his cock in front of her face. At some point, when Kitty deemed that she had taken enough in, she stopped the flow of water.- Listen carefully. I will now take out the nozzle, but you have to keep everything inside, understood?Pam nodded her head, and Kitty slowly took out the enema nozzle only to quickly replace it with a butt plug. She then undid Pam’s restrains and led her to another. He leaned over the toilet, and his stomach convulsed; it all came boiling out of him in a rush, but when he was finished, and had rinsed out his mouth, he only felt worse than he had before.He left the bathroom and opened the door to the kitchen. Diane was there. She sat at the table, staring blankly into a cup of coffee, her blonde hair tousled and her beautiful body encased in a thick chenille robe. She didn't look up as he entered. He stood just inside the door, his eyes moving in surprise.