“Wait, I want to see it really up close, okay? If you want to see my boobs like that, I’ll let you. I’ll even let you see my crotch, okay? Pleas...?”I could only nod.She knelt in front of me and brought her face within half a foot of my penis, studying intently. It was nearly bald, of course. Her mouth was so close that I could feel her heavy breath touching my skin invitingly.“Are those your balls? I always wondered what they looked like. They aren’t really balls, are they? Kind of like a…. They are flying.”“Get your glasses clean. You won’t believe this.”“They are slowing down. Bob, you were right. That blonde is something. She is bent over him with her head in his lap. What an ass! Damn, there they go again.”Mary, Lisa and I were all giggling from the conversation of the truckers over the CB. Andy was in her own world, enjoying the feel of my cock in her.“Kitten Lisa, slut mode,” I said.“Texas Slim here. They are beside me now. The blonde is pushing his legs together. She is. She hadn't worked out all of the details of how I'd learn to dressand act like a woman other than her training me but once I was trained I'dhave to find a job as Christy. After that I was on my own to live and workas a woman until I either gave up or won the bet.I spent the next several days wearing nothing but Carol's clothes andhaving her teach me how to walk, dress, and act like a woman. Carol seemedto be getting frustrated with me not admitting that wearing a bra andstockings was a problem. No matter how I tried, my woody just wouldn’t go away. I was almost panicking as I wondered what her reaction would be to catch me with a hard-on a second time tonight. God, I was torn as to what to do, how was she going to react? What was she going to do? It was only a few minutes later that I heard a soft knock on my door as mom entered my bedroom. She looked absolutely gorgeous, even having just gotten out of the shower, with no make up, damp hair standing there in her terry cloth bath robe..