And I mean actually look at yourself. What you'rewearing, what you're doing online. What kind of man does this?" Mistressasked me, point blank. "Answe... me. And speak as you do it." I see a man in lingerie-" Describe yourself, bitch," Mistress cut me off."A thirty-five year old man wearing a fishnet bodystocking, black thighhighs with pink seams. A black corset that is cinched to the point ofbeing uncomfortable," I explained to her and to myself. Hair, make up...Iwas truly a sissy."And what are. Every time I lay my head back and closed my eyes I saw huge black cocks coming at me.Between the soft music and the wine and the drugs I finally relaxed. I sat in the tub until the water was cool and Dennis dried me off and helped me to stand at the sink so that I could brush my teeth for a very long time.Then he helped me to bed. I was trying to explain to him that I couldn't sleep but the next thing I knew it was after ten in the morning. I woke up with a start and saw how late it was and I. She asked him if he was here for the auditions somewhat embarrassedhe replied that he was. She took his name and asked him to wait in theroom through the door on the right.As Dave entered the room he met the other men who had come along for theaudition. There were the two 'ladies' whom he had seen enter the theatreand four other men who were in various states of female clothing. Thefirst man had on a rather poor looking wig and an ill fitting bra whichlooked like they had been borrowed from. The girl obediently took it, smiling as they both uncorked the stoppers and downed the contents at the same time.Drusilla couldn't help but grin with satisfaction as she felt the change again and watched it happen to Ethel. The other girl's body seemed to fade slightly, its proportions visibly altering even as Drusilla's own tingled with the now familiar sensation.A moment later, and Ethel had appeared to have switched places, and where Drusilla would have been now stood a rather smug looking.