She had completely feminized him, for one, teaching him how to be a sexy, provocative little sex slave for her. No matter how humiliating it was for h...m. She always had him dress himself impeccably for her. Teaching him all about how to mimic the feminine gestures and postures. She liked to see him constricted, and bound in his clothing - tight corsets and girdles, to accentuate his curves, foot binding into small stilettos, and lots of contorted bondage positions, during the daily whippings. The lights were still on next door in Chrissy's bedroom and as she watched she saw her husband coming out of the bathroom. He was completely naked and playing with his cock. She noted that he was also shaved down there. Looking down to the downstairs window she could barely make out the nice black boy sitting on a couch in the living room with Chrissy sitting on his lap. They were French kissing. She saw the husband now entering the living room. Chrissy and the black boy ignored him.The boy put. Before she signed off, she sent me the second photo. I had never seen a prettier, hotter, sexier girl in my life!We met for a drink and my heart was racing like a teenager. Not only was she just as beautiful, if not more, in person, I knew that beautiful, big secret she was hiding. She seemed to be just the perfect woman. We talked and it was difficult to hide my attraction. She knew I was totally into her, but I’m sure I wasn’t the first. She had to be used to guys being crazy over her. Yet,. " " I'd guess! What happened to you?" It sounded strange for her to hear her own voice coming from John. Like holding a conversation with herself. " Well." He said as he closed and tied the robe. " It appears that somehow, I turned into an exact likeness of you in every physical way... And perhaps in a few mental ways as well. Of course, I have no idea as to why or how." " First off, what do you mean by mental ways? Secondly, you must have some clue?" " When I looked at my nails, I thought how.