“That's that” He turned around and walked over to me. “Did you not know about this” he stared in my eyes. I looked away. “No i don't know wh... he does that” He guided my face to his eyes. “You know boys like that think there are girls. And girls like to get fucked” My jaw dropped. His words turned me on. My cock started to erect. “You think my son likes to be fucked like a girl” “I don't think he does. I know he does” I've only fucked and sucked my dildo, never a real person. My cock was hard. " Next came a set of latex breast forms which she teasinglyplaced in the corset's half cups to fill out my chest. Afterthat she rolled some stockings up each leg, hooked them to thegarters on the corset, and smoothed them out. She quicklyadmired her work while I tried not to, too embarrassed for words,even if the gag hadn't been in my mouth. "Let's see how this dress I picked out for you fits." With that she picked up a shimmery peach colored dress and worked it over the tangle of. I took the clothes out of the box and laid them on the counter. The I got undressed and put my own clothes in the box and then put it under the counter. As I started getting dressed in what was provided I heard the outside door open and someone come in. My heart started beating even faster.I finished getting dressed and took a deep breath. I opened the door, turned off the bathroom light and walked out. The lights were low, but I could still see. There was a naked man on each bed. The one. Greg andJackson must have left, because we never saw them again. I was in aturmoil. I was about to become a real girl! The guilt that I had feltbefore this all started came flooding back, and I wondered if I weredoing the right thing. I had always wanted to be a girl, and I had nodoubts about that, yet there was that tiny sliver of male in mefighting hard to regain control, and always losing. I undressed totake a shower, and once again looked in the mirror. I was a girl.Breasts and hips, no.