I can feel the cells of my breast flesh being torn and rearranged asprogramed by my Mistress. From nothing to a soon to be A cup. Thenfurther? If Mist...ess desires. My body must comply.What a feeling!What a humiliation! My Mistress, my wife, has consigned me to machines to feminize, tosissify, to emasculate me, her loving and adoring husband.This is but the first hour of my month of being a Sissy and already mythoughts fly in a thousand directions.I asked for this.I thought I knew what I was. "Rachel, the third girl in the car, sitting next to the driver, Melanie, giggled and then turned to face Ellie and ask, "Did you ever see anything as beautiful as Melanie's tits?" Well, I..." Ellie began, but stopped as her jaw dropped as Rachel reached over and pulled Melanie's top up to fully expose her mounds of flesh - creamy white where the sun hadn't tanned them, and topped with erect pink nipples in darker pink areoles. Melanie smiled, but kept on driving as Ellie watched Rachel lean. Yeager. But some of us manage it better than others.’ ‘Whatever,’ he says, ‘I’ll do what I have to do. I’m not here to give you a hard time. By the way, I like your jacket. It matches your eyes.’ ‘We don’t get personal here.’ His flattery charms her. She averts her eyes, struggling to hide it. She thinks he has a nice pair of eyes himself, bluish-gray, with a warm, engaging quality about them. He smiles. ‘Right, we’re all business. I get it.’ ‘Good. Then I’ll see you back here in another. I reckon there are more than enough to make a good forecourt here." I go look tomorrow, Boss. If you are right then I am sure there will be enough. It make good forecourt."Tina was bubbling when I came down to the office the next day. She had put the post on my desk and right on the top was a letter from Huddingtons. I read it and had to laugh. Tina came in with a mug of coffee for me. "Isn't it strange that these things get discovered when you ask a simple question." She grinned.I nodded in.