.. I felt myself lock into a paralyzed position as the tingles of electricity spasmed through my body. I could feel the now familiar swellings and wit...drawals as my body rearranged itself into feminine perfection. When I felt myself come back to consciousness, the first thing I noticed was the water from the shower playing across my torso. Where before the only sensation I had felt was a slight pressure against the hair of my flat male chest, now the water was a stinging spray against my full. Besides, I don’t want to remember it – mostly. I didn’t like who I was, never felt like I fit in, and felt as if I had been reborn when I met Mistress Angela.Today she berates me as usual at breakfast. The coffee isn’t strong or hot enough. The eggs aren’t cooked the way she likes them. She raises my skirt and fondles my little caged clitty with the spikes in it. The tip of my clit is exposed in this special device, so it is available and sensitive. Mistress Angela delights in arousing me. SO AFTER A MINUTE OR TWO I START SUCKING ON YOUR BALLS AND THE UNDER SIDE OF YOUR BALLS TILL MY TONGUE IS WHERE MY FINGERS WERE. I HEAR YOU INTAKE BREATHE AND STIFFEN UP AGAIN JUST A LITTLE WAITING TO SEE WHAT IT IS GOING TO FEEL LIKE I STICK MY TONGUE WAY IN YOUR ASS AND WIGGLE IT BACK AND FORTH YOU START TO MOAN AND BUCK YOUR HIPS TOWARDS MY FACE. I THEN GRAB THE LUBE AND GREASE UP MY FINGER AND SWIRL IT BACK AND FORTH OVER YOUR VIRGIN ASS HOLE TILL YOU START TO BREATHE EASY AGAIN THEN I WORK. ‘I love you, too,’ I replied as we both drifted off to sleep. Barney’s barking snapped me out of my sleep. I heard a growl and then the little dachshund barked again. ‘What’s happening,’ Jean asked. ‘Linda must be home. I’ll go see.’ As I rolled out of bed I glanced at the clock, 2:30. By the time I pulled on my pj’s and got into the hall the light in Linda’s room was on and her door was open. I walked down to speak to her. Her blouse was open and I immediately saw she didn’t have a bra on..