. Francis, sir." Well don't worry, lad, we'll have you a right looking lass in no time." Y... you think you can do it?" You'll be easier than some who...have played girl parts on stage. Justleave everything to me."Francis found himself being pulled by the hand toward a large room fullof women's clothes, and the older man said, "Take everything off."The young man shrugged, and began to take off his clothes despite theCaptain still being in the room.Soon, they had put him in a corset that squeezed. When I was inside past the second knuckle, the progress stopped, the tightness not allowing further penetration. I waited, knowing that it was a reflex action of contraction. Gradually the muscle relaxed and I was able to push in a little further. My hands are small and this was not an extreme damaging action, it only required patient steady pressure. Slowly my hand gained entrance up to the larger diameter of the knuckles. I waited, then reached up with my left hand and grabbed her shoulder. Once cleaned and dried she moved to a chair and raised one leg waiting. Taking the leavings pot from the stove, I took a small amount on two fingers and smeared it in liberally, preparing her. Looking into her eyes I raised an eyebrow as I returned my fingers to the pot."Is that really going to be needed Mr. Wilson?" she asked."I know not. But would you rather be not prepared for it if it is?"She turned and bent to grasp the chairs seat as I prepared her other entry. Once done, she followed as. .." You mean fist-fucking," I teased her. Fran blushed scarlet."Er... yes... fist-fucking," she said, and I knew it had to be the first time she had ever uttered those words out loud."Sometimes it makes me squirm... and sometimes I can't help wondering..." What it would be like to try it?" I finished the thought for her, raising my eyebrows quizzically.Fran nodded, hardly daring to meet my eyes. Bless Nicki and her intuitions."Of course, you can learn to do it to yourself," I said - having.