"The elastic mesh cap went over my head first, holding my own longish locks in place. Angie carefully positioned the wig as Mimi had done, cinching th... elastic Velcro tabs in back. I then did a credible job mimicking my friends' efforts to anchor my new mane to my own hair with bobby pins. Angelina's smiling face was next to mine, meeting my gaze in the vanity mirror."Oh, yeah," she murmured. "Now put on the shoes. I want to see The Strut."My heart was pounding, but no longer from apprehension.. She grabbed Simon'ssissy cock with her slimy hand and quickly jammed the key into thegolden lock. His cock ring sprang open. His sissy cock was on fire andbegan to drool. She bent over the arm of the couch, reached back andwantonly spread her cheeks."Hurry sissy Simonne hurry! Don't you dare keep me waiting any longer!"she screamed.Simon didn't need any further encouragement. As a proud MistressMelissa looked on he drove his seven-inch sissy cock deep into hisprecious Miss Linda's ass. I was thinking of this in terms thatit was MINE. Not a character's in a video, but mine. I shiveredbriefly at the thought. Looking around, I saw that I was indeed alone. Out my front door, there in the driveway was an orange Nissan Z. Istared at the keys in my hand and came up with a plan. Firing up thesports car, I sped out down the Ocean highway. My destination was onlya few minutes away.I came up to my house....I thought of it first as 'his' house, andchuckled. Was I already thinking. I guess I wanted to keepthe best part for myself - for the moment.In the end they encouraged me to continue exploring the gift and nearlybegged me to keep them informed. But the best thing was that they gaveme a copy of their book, which I accepted gladly.That very evening I started reading it. It seemed chaotic at first,because it was written like a diary. They had mixed theories,experiments (without and with all sorts of drugs!) and own experiencesof the three authors. Some of it I could.