The women that arrived were more akin to sluts than powerful women of industry tiny little dresses low cut neckline, and a hem two inches away from be...ng indecent. Trailing behind was a doe-eyed boy-toy, lean not overly fit like many hulking freaks some women like to cultivate. I felt envious of for him, not much older than me but I could tell he hadn’t lived a hard life, he was probably groomed for simple service meaning he wasn’t all that bright either, he didn’t have to be. He was a little. Mistress picked up a large pair of fake tits and pushed them down the front of my corset then looked at me, reading my mind. "Well sissy boy if you really want to please your daddy we can organise some hormone treatment, but that's for further down the road" I filed that knowledge away and decided to do some research later.Mistress next found a dress which she thought would fit me, "okay given today is your first day of dressing we will find something modest, for wearing outside" I looked at. I had several buttons undone showing cleavage. I too had gone braless. Monica got in, closed her door and we were off. She looked over at me and giggled, I giggled along with her. ‘You read my mind, Roxie.’ As she kept giggling, she let her dress remain high up on her tanned, firm thighs. ‘No Monica, you read my mind.’ We both broke out in laughter, while checking each other over. We could not believe we both picked similar outfits to wear. I found my eyes wondering to her thighs while I drove.. . Tonight... I noticed. With her disappearing back inthe guest bathroom, I got myself unclothed and ready for a shower far in therear master bedroom bathroom.The hot water burst against my skin as if exploding shells. I had had a greatmuscle workout earlier and the part-time night work, along with stretching,pumped up my hard body. In the full length mirror, after my hot steam cleansing,I admired my 'DAVID' like, sculptured, ebony physic. The baby oil felt good onmy black body. I massaged it.