I knew that as soon as Lisa reached behind my neckand began to unbutton my blouse, that underneath I was all man, orall...something, anyway. My legs ...nd arms may have been smooth andhairless, but my breasts were but breast forms tucked into a bra, andcarefully tucked into my panties was a fully functioning set of malegenitalia.I wanted to marry Lisa as a man, not so much because part of me didn'twant to be a bride, but because I was the man in the relationship. Evenif I thought that as a. I used to sleep late, one day I woke up to the sound of the door banging shut. I opened my eyes angrily and went out to see who had made the noise, I used to sleep naked and just wrapped a lungi carelessly and went out of my room, suddenly I stopped, I saw a beautiful slim woman cleaning the floor, her pallu had fallen down as she was cleaning, I could see her boobs in her low cut blouse, she was not wearing any bra and I could see her nipples under her loose blouse. My cock became hard as I. Your ass is mine ...... your mouth is mine ...... your whole body is mine to do with as I wish, when I wish & with whoever or whatever I wish. Do you agree my slut?" "Yes Mistress" I stammered as the screen went blank.For the rest of the day my mind was elsewhere as I replayed in my head the various scenes and words over and over, at times wondering if it was all a dream. The doorbell rang breaking my thoughts and I yelled to my husband John "can you get that honey, in the middle of fixing. The spring squeaked and the door slammed shut. I sat and thought about my situation. I was probably one of the luckiest guys in the world. Mrs. Blissitt was older but she remained one of the cutest nurses at St. Mary’s and Amber was a bit of a Tomboy but she was freckled and cute with a skinny little body and firm tight little boobies. I had seen them enough now to be able to tell you that if I didn’t think of her as my sister I would be askin’ her out. Best thing about Amber was that she liked.