Each persona kept pushing for his choice of which one to be.To make everything worse, their personalities had rubbed off in Tucker's. He was barely hi...self. What mattered now for the personas was forcing as much of themselves into Tucker so he would choose them. Terry had a large majority of the brain since she was the more focused of the two. Sex and only sex drove her. Whitney held her own, but she held real thoughts along with her enhanced sex drive.***The real Whitney and Sherry had things. Within a few minutes, I had the all clear to turn around again. In the meantime, Dad had taken the blanket and I was left with nothing. So I stayed in my wet clothes with the rest of my family down to their skivvies but warmly wrapped up. With a shrug I turned to the window and tried to sleep.I must have been asleep for an hour, it was fully dark outside, and I woke up shivering in my still wet clothes. Figuring that neither they nor I would dry with me still in them, I stripped to my shorts,. Mynervousness and shyness was well noticed, as they both hugged me with alittle kiss before sitting me on the bed between them. They told me aboutthemselves how long they have been cross dressing; we talked about makeup,dressing up, hairdos and so on. Rachelle happily showed me all her clothes,but being a few years older her clothes were far too big for me to even tryon. I asked about John and Edward and Justin Bieber's photos on the walls,oh do you love them also. Aren't they so Yummy. I. What time shall I expect you for my therapy session?”I’d be lying through my teeth if I said I had any regrets. Faenel, in spite of still feeling stiff and sore as a result of her terrible injuries, still had enough moves to satisfy the libido of a satyr.I started off the ‘therapy’ session by giving her a really good massage, working on the muscles of her injured back and butt in particular. I worked hard at making her feel relaxed, ignoring my boner for the half hour I spent rubbing some.