I could feel Number Four grabbing the butt of my speedo and then I could hear the scissors cutting through the lycra. He asked Number One if that was ...cceptable, which it was.Number Four came back in to my view and sat down. I heard a belt jingling and then a zipper, I'm assuming it was Number One flopping it out. I saw so horny and my arse was hungry to get fucked. But Number One was taking his time, my arse was in the air waiting for him there were nine other guys watching and waiting for. "It's because we've found ourselves a secret sissy!" yelled out Gen.The shame lit up my face like Christmas.Kerstin and Claire tumbled me onto the bed, and with a stern warningnot to go anywhere, Gen vanished into her large walk-in wardrobe. Whenshe emerged, she threw a handful of clothing to her two accomplices.A tight black stretchy dress, a deep black satin and lace garter belt,matching knickers and bra with red bows on, and skyscraper high heelswith platform soles. I blushed furiously now,. She couldn't possibly be straight. Could she?At any rate, the nearest ladies' room was near the Sears, so I headed in that direction, all the while looking for stores and hotties who would catch her eye and prevent her return to me. I checked White House | Black Market (she claims she just loves the clothes, but I've seen the way she looks at the redhead behind the counter) -- no dice. No redhead either.The same could be said for her other haunts: the aforementioned Suncoast, and Rampage, and. .then he blushed, um sorry." I wastold that the arrangement was the same, I would continue to work fromhome and on Mondays I was to come in for the weekly meeting. Then I waswalking out the door. I was a woman at work now. He assured me if I wasto chose to go back to presenting male that nothing would change either.When I walked in the diner Bob rose, took my hand and I kissed his cheek.Of course he was all questions about work and actually cheered when Isaid it was over. During lunch I.