Back in the day, the living room was the warmest room as it had an open fire. As it happened Wendy had been in the bath and had come to be close to th... fire, how lucky was I!I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my stiff cock wrapping the silky white panties around my cock. Wendy had released the towel and was drying herself in my full view. She had beautiful full tits, around 36C and a fabulous figure. Her pussy was hairy, especially for a blonde woman but it was manicured into a nice tidy V. What was the use of dreaming like that. No gentle knight was going to come into the house and take her in his arms and make love to her as she lay there on her couch getting closer and closer to an alcoholic stupor."So what!" she called out, and then fell into a coughing fit. She reached for the bottle of Scotch and took another long swig from it. She gasped as she swallowed the whiskey down her throat. She closed her eyes. "So what if no man comes to rescue me... who needs a man. I can make. Then mom explained the deal: "What happens is your call.It won't do you a bit of good to prevaricate and stall.When this day is over and you think what has occurred,You'll have learned a useful lesson or feel humiliated and absurd." Now insults from your macho throat can rise with scream and yell;You can fight us but we'll rally and your day will be like hell.We'll make you wear drab boyish clothes, your chest will be quite flatThough hair and makeup 'twill leave no doubt 'tis sissy at the. They'd called me Mark Drewe when I was born but then changed it illegally to Cassandra as I looked more like a girl.As soon as I reached puberty at twelve, my penis grew and I grew balls. But my chest started developing breasts. I felt like a freak. I stressed my concern to my parents and they made me an appointment to see the doctor who they saw when I'd been born. He told them that there was nothing he could do.When I started I high school I decided I would wear a skirt instead of trousers as.