He finished undressing, moved to the bathroom, and began the task of removing his slut paint as Mistress called his heavy, overdone, dramatic make-up....As his face emerged from under the layers of paint he reflected on how different he looked today compared to just a few short years ago. Shortly after he came under Mistress's spell she began to orchestrate a series of subtle changes that now, taken in their entirety had given him a very feminine persona. It all started with electrolysis to. It’s like a seed was planted. Watching you with Craig, Byron, and Callan. But I’m all confused and mixed up. Until the party, I’d never thought like that.”Jill knew this was true. Sure, I’d seen other guys hitting on her a thousand times over the years. Any guy married to a woman like Jill would have known the same experience. But, unlike the few friends I had who’d tried swinging, I’d never seriously entertained the idea of Jill with other guys, until these last few weeks. But something had. She didn't react, so I moved it a little closer. Sliding my hand under her skirt to the top of her stockings. Stroking gently back and forth. My hand hit the bare, warm flesh above the stocking, and I looked around the carriage. No one was paying attention. So I moved more boldy. My hand shifted up and across a little. I could feel the waist band of a tiny pair of panties; a lacey thong, as it turned out. My fingers, in the crook of her leg, edged under the side of her panties, feeling the. “Noooo I like yooou.” He stumbled into the kitchen and tried to hug her. “No you don’t, that’s just the alcohol talking,” she retorted as she untangled herself from his arms. This happened every time another one of his skinny-assed girlfriends dumped or cheated on him. He would always come crying to his best friend, Jenny- the only reliable woman in his life. She was getting sick of it already, she had her own life and was really tired of having to pick up the pieces of his failed relationships.