You're so helpless without your male self-image. You're helpless as... a kitten. But don't worry, Kitten, we'lltake care of you. And someday, if yo... work really hard to do everythingwe say, your teeny tiny dick might recover." Might? He hadn'tconsidered the possibility that they might not be able to restore hisreduced rod. Whatever hope he was holding onto slipped from his graspand he felt himself falling into a bottomless pit of feminization andsexual slavery.THREE MONTHS LATER. Brad --. Why couldn't she just get a steady boyfriend and do it in a car or something so she didn't have to hear it. She stomped down the hall and banged on her sisters door leading to the now quiet room behind. After getting no response starting to moan loudly and theatrically imitating her sister " Ugh Ugh OH MY GOD!!!, SHUT THE FUCK UP KALEY! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THAT SHIT". She stomped back to her room and slammed the door. Kaley still sitting in her wet leggings was glad he sister didn't push it. I decided to pick her up at her place. Took blessings from her parents, had a little chat with them, discussed about the wedding and we were ready to go.I took her back to my car and we drove off. She wasn’t a showing off type of girl, so she always wore a kurti and a dupatta and jeans or leggings below. And everytime she looked as hot as ever. I kept my hand on her thigh as I drove and she felt embarrassed bit didn’t resist.We stopped at a ladies showroom for dresses to pick out her wedding. He was there. Embraced all of the presence, atmosphere and the very aurora that was imitated. He explored and soaked in with all senses in heady excitement, craving for even more. His eyes observed and drank in different pictures as he moved his gazed over this magnificent vision. As if treasuring each frame of a favourite moving picture. Moving around and seeing Verna in differing light, shadows and perspectives each image was almost a mirage of exquisite painted but real life artwork. Not.