“As it stands, she said I could be home for dinner tomorrow, assuming nothing goes wrong. She said the hospital is being super-careful about how the... treat me, so she’d rather wait till tomorrow.”“Really?” she said, surprised. She recovered quickly, but I caught a hint of distress in her face and voice. “Well, that’s good news.”I put my fork down, folded my hands and looked at her expectantly. I’d had enough of being sand-bagged and I was going to get to the bottom of this.She looked back at me. She moaned softly, as she squirmed at the sensual delights that he was creating within her. His hands roamed as her mouth tasted her, first cupping her breasts and squeezing firmly, and massaging them with a possessiveness that made her quiver. His hand went lower still, roaming momentarily over her flat stomach, before tangling through the soft hair at her throbbing wetness. The lips of her pussy were swollen in anticipation. He ran his fingers along the slit only teasing at first. He withdrew. Her skin was tanned except for two triangular patches over her nipples. Which were erect. She was looking down. He noticed that his legs were being held up in the air by her hands around his ankles. Delicate, feminine hands. He knew he could break free at any moment, but something told him to wait. He felt the prodding connect below his line of sight. Something stiff was pushing its way inside him. He'd had this dream before, he recalled. Once or twice, at least. He was a woman in the dream,. Victoria had pushed mebut I had embraced it and pushed myself. She had called me a sissy as ajoke and it hurt but a few months later I dressed as a sissy and likedthe clothes, just not the name. Later I realised that is what I was, aman who wears women's clothes is a sissy and I went with it. I now liveas a woman and I had surgery to achieve the look that I have - a bimbo.I'm not brainless but that is what I look like and that is what I want tolook like. Here I am caring for my daughter as a.