I dressedcasual and not feminine at all since I was staying with a friendwho didn't know anything about my alter ego Greta.When arriving at the hotel ...he was already waiting for me in thelobby. She immediately took me upstairs, not even letting mecheck in, avoiding me getting in touch with anybody but her.Once in her room she pushed me down on my knees, lifted my headup, looked deep into my eyes and told me to worship her. Iproceeded to kiss her feet and slowly made my way up herstocking. She thanked me, but almost immediately made sure I understood that it was just a ride home and there'd be no hanky panky. I kind of laughed it off and told her I had no ulterior motives (even though I really did). In reality, I never really thought anything would happen except maybe lay the groundwork for another opportunity. I knew I was a bit out of her league. Her name was Mellisa. I never got her last name, and it was only later that I found out her sister's name. I had a hard time keeping. Typical. Men! He still hadtraining to complete with that current girly boy toy. That and findingan appropriate place for his fetish creation to be placed. He wanted meto witness that as well. No illusions here at all. I knew that bysubmitting to him I would be following a very well worn track. That bybeing transformed by him that I would not be spending the rest of mydays with him. Once he'd feminized me to the maximum degree he'd bedone with me and off to his next conquest and transformation.. He and his sister, the strikingly beautiful 16 year old Angela, were watching some Disney flick on TV. So, she slid into her bedroom, cradled her cell phone and dialed. "Rob?" she said when I answered, "I'm relay in a sexy mood tonight. Can you sneak over here for a few minutes? I really want you lick my ass. I know you love to do that." Aw crap, Cheryl, I'm getting a boner just thinking about it. But I'm stuck in San Antonio for the next 3 days attending our annual convention," I.