My brother was home alone. Nothing out of the ordinary. Anyway, it was about 9pm and I decided to walk back home. It was just a quick walk up the s...reet. I went inside and headed upstairs. My brother who was in his room must not of heard me come in because as I walked past his bead room his door was open just bit and I glanced in as I passed. I stopped short as I pondered what I thought I just witnessed. I stepped back and peeked in. Sure enough, there he was stroking his cock and. " I try not to show it, but I can't help it. My wife Sally laughed when I tried to explain it to her. She got me to admit how much I liked looking like a hot slut bitch and when she did the rest just came pouring out. Even I was amazed at the psychological changes that were accompanying the physical ones. I began to wonder if I wasn't being brainwashed. If I was, I didn't care. I enjoyed being the new me. I enjoyed being turned over. I just had my doubts about taking that one last step. When she did so, I put one finger under her chin and lifted her face off of me.We stared at each other wordlessly, our eyes only inches apart. I tried to read her soul through her eyes but got nowhere. She likewise tried that with me, also to no avail.Oh shit, I thought, here goes nothing. I leaned toward her and gently placed my lips against hers, not knowing how she would react, not even able to make an intelligent guess.It was like an eternity as I waited. She neither pulled back in. He is starting to get frustrated and angrier by the minute. Finally he stops and pulls me to my feet. I am trying to quickly fake tears and apologize, because if he thinks he didn’t get through to me, he will start all over again. Without a word, he pushes me onto the bed, and puts his hand on my back to hold me still. He tells me to turn around and look at him. He starts to remove his belt from his pants. He asks if I am ready for phase two of my punishment. My heart is pounding, my breathing.