Stephanie was allowing him, maybeeven convincing him, to become more feminine, to suit her own strange tastes.I just wondered why dad would go along w...th it so passively. I went back toschool and studied hard for my final exams, but I couldn't wait to get homeagain that summer before I began my summer job at the shore. I didn't talk tomy dad on the phone, because his increasingly feminine voice, and insistenceon talking about the boys I was dating and fashion and makeup and stuff, hadbecome. Mistress X replied so we met for a chat and instantly we both wanted the exact same thing from one another .She wanted a sissy boy to dress up and turn into a sexy tranny. So after discussing a few details it was arranged that I move into her place imediatly to begin my sissy slut training .I knock on the door to my new home and am greeted by mistress X ,she was wearing 6" black platform thigh high boots the sexiest black and red leather corset with suspenders with no bra .She has a very big. Ab main soch raha tha k aaj usse chodne mai kitna maja aayega. Ye sochte sochte na jane kab safar khatam ho gaya.Main ab station pe utra or apni bua ko call kiya or pucha k vo kaha h. usne kaha k vo ghar pe hi h, to maine kaha k main aa raha hu 5 min mai ghar pe. Or mai uske ghar pe pahunch gaya. Usne darwaja khola or muje ander aane k liye kaha. Mai ander chala gaya. Usne pucha k aaj yaha kaise aana hua to maine kaha tumhari yaad aa rahi thi to a gaya. To vo hasne lagi or kitchen mai ja k mere. ’“Yessss!” I moan it out as my breathing rises as my arousal escalates. The taunting, the teasing, the blatant display. My mind tricking me with my image and thoughts as if it is someone else is here with me. “Okay … you want to let it go and be the slut? You want to let the slut out? Not enough to use my fingers; you want the vibrator, too.” I turn the nob at the base of the toy and it begins to vibrate in my hand. I rotate it over each nipple and suck in a gasp of air before sliding.