Now, all I owned,all I had in this life was a wardrobe of sissy dresses and sissy maiduniforms hanging in my wardrobe cabinet, girlie shoes, high-heel...dsandals and other girlie accessories. I didn't want to cry, especially infront of Mistress Alexa, but I couldn't hold back the tears. Still, notwanting to appear ungrateful and incur her wrath, I instead fell to myknees at her feet and thanked her profusely, making my tears of despairappear as tears of joy. I said that I was such a lucky sissy. She dreamed of old conversations with those she had held close, and had impressions of talking to some of them anew, confusion about their changed lives, reminiscences of old events, unfinished business.There was nothing new in her life now. Nothing ever changed, every day the same. It could have been weeks now, or months, or longer.How had it come to this?Her idle curiosity was just a passing fancy, the answer did not matter. She was happy, and comfortable, as if permanently held between. I should have seen that for what it was, damn it. The rest of the sequence of the serial number came into focus CMA25 meant of course, Caucasian Male - Age 25. I still couldn't make out the warning.Out in the warehouse I could hear voices, different from the ones that I had come here with. I tried to count the number of distinct voices and quickly came up with five. They were all female voices, which meant I alone had drawn a male skin. Okay, I thought, all bets were off; I didn't come down. When he finally let go of me I rush to the washroom and checked myself down there and realise that my pussy has become wet I touched and tasted it, it taste delicious but since I was in the school I didn’t did much and went back to the class when school was over I went back home and saw a message from Nora she said that an urgent work came and she had to go hence the plan was cancelled so I decided to go to toms instead.When I reach tom he welcomed me and we all started playing games on his.