“Ooo… yeah, baby…” Sherry breathlessly moans, raking her nails raking across my back.
“Don’t stop, Mandy, don’t stop!”
Oh, God. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back the flood of cum that’s been building in my balls since we got home from shopping for clothes at the mall. I mean, I’m borderline anorexic after my three-month starvation diet, and I’m literally in love with my new body, so finally getting new clothes that actually fit me just makes me feel so horny.
What I love most is how my breasts keep growing with the help of hormones and the cosmetic collagen injections that make my puffy nipples stick out like I’m in a constant state of arousal. It’s all working out just like Mistress said it would, and she says that when I get my plump sissy ass, I’ll love myself even more! So how could I not be turned on to the max when I’ve got new tight-fitting clothes to show off my twiggy sissy body, after I’ve worked so hard to achieve it?”
I was gonna try on all my new clothes again when we got home, but Brenda wanted me and Sherry to put on our new fishnet string bikinis, so we could all go for a swim before dinner. But then, when Mistress got an important phone call, she shooed us off to swim by ourselves.
I’m telling you, swimming in our heated pool feels like paradise with all the lush, tropical-like landscaping surrounding it. I’m sure the previous owners are as rich as Brenda, because they probably spent more on the pool and spa area than most people spend building an entire house. It’s way beyond cool for me and Sherry, because we haven’t spent a penny of our own money since Mistress moved us all out here.
We only swam for about ten minutes before we ripped off our bikinis and started kissing with our tits rubbing together. I really loved that, because ever since Sherry saw me and Mistress fucking in the shower this morning, she’s been flirting with me almost non-stop. It’s like she’s competing for me with Brenda, even though we’ve been married over five years.
It was so cool when she grabbed my hard little boner and pulled me into her sex room. I feel privileged that she wanted me to be the first one to fuck her in here before Brenda starts whoring her out to clients, so of course, I wanted to give her my best.
But now I’m struggling, trying to not ejaculate prematurely before Sherry reaches her climax because my pulsing four-inch rod feels like it’s gonna explode any second as she continues to plead…
“Harder, baby. Faster! Keep going, Mandy, please, I’m almost there!”
Luckily, it turns out, all she needs is a few more strokes before she’s rocking her hips to her own rhythm, cumming hard on my dick as my balls empty deep into her womb. Well, okay, maybe only four inches deep, but Sherry’s never complained too much about the size of my girl-dick.
She squirms as my cock jerks and spurts inside her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head with her pussy clenching around my sissy shaft until she milks every last drop out of me. We share some sweet kisses as I’m rolling off her, then we gaze at our reflections in the mirror on the ceiling, as my cum-coated dick shrinks back to its normal three-inch flaccidity.
“Ohhh, ba-beee,” Sherry beams, “that was sooo damn good!”
“I was worried I was gonna cum before you did.”
“I wouldn’t have minded. It’s you I make love to more than your tiny little sissy dick.”
“But I know you need a bigger dick than mine.”
“Maybe I do, sometimes, but dick size isn’t the only thing a girl wants in her lover. She mainly wants to feel loved, the way you love me. I happen to like girl dick a lot, no matter the size, and I’m more in love with you now than I’ve ever been before.”
“Even more than Brenda?”
“Dammit, Mandy…” she frowns, “you’re ruining the moment by asking me stupid questions like that. You already know which way I’m leaning.”
“Sorry. I won’t ask about it anymore. Umm… I love our sex rooms.”
“That’s better. I love our rooms, too. You wanna see my bathroom?”
“Yeah. Is it the same as mine?”
“Our sex rooms, or as Mistress would say, ‘work’ spaces, are pretty much the same, except for the different color schemes and the erotic art on the walls. Yours is decorated in a bisexual theme, and mine is for straight guys who only want pussy.”
“You’ll probably get a lot more men than I will.”
“I might at first, but I’ll be telling my clients how good you are in bed to get them curious about trying it with a sissy. It won’t matter which one of us they screw, because all the money we make goes into a joint investment account Brenda’s already set up for us.”
“I’m so ready to start,” I tell her as she takes me into her bathroom. “After my gay weekend with Rob, I’m already craving cock again.”
“You’re such a queer with men,” she laughs, “just like I’m a queer with my girlfriends.”
“I know, right? I think Mistress made us this way.”
“Not really. All Brenda did was open our eyes to the fact that we’ve always been polyamorous queer people.”
“Polyamorous? What the fuck is that?”
“Polyamory, baby, is having intimate romantic relationships with multiple people at the same time. There’s never any jealousy, because polyamorous people practice their lifestyle with the full knowledge and consent of all parties involved.
“It’s like us being in love with Brenda, and we’re living with her in an open, polyamorous marriage. At the same time, it’s still okay if we happen to fall in love with anyone else our hearts might fancy. I’m not jealous of you because you’re in love with Kristy, and I don’t think you’re jealous of me for falling more deeply in love with Brenda, are you?”
“I was jealous about it at first, but I’m okay with it now.”
“Good, because I think polyamory will be the norm for us when we’re in the Hierarchy, which I’ll love, cuz it makes me more open to trying new things I never woulda considered before.”
“Like what?”
“Like ass fucking, for one, and shower sex is the newest thing I’ll try with you. It grossed me out yesterday when Mistress wanted me to pee in your mouth, but I was more open to doing it after I saw how much you’re into it.”
“I thought it was gross, too, when Mistress first started getting me into it, but now I really like it.”
“Maybe I’ll like it more after I’ve done it a few times.”
“What…? You’ve already done it?”
“C’mon, Mandy, cut the bullshit. I’m pretty sure Brenda probably told you I drank her urine this morning. You even tasted it in my mouth when we kissed in the kitchen.”
“Okay, so she told me. I just didn’t want to embarrass you by saying I knew about it.”
“Look, honey, you should know by now that not much embarrasses me anymore. I’m not mad about Mistress telling you to hide it from me, because I know she had her reasons, but from now on, I want us to be open about everything we do with our other partners. There’s absolutely no reason to be ashamed about any part of it.”
“You’re not ashamed about drinking pee?”
“Not hardly. I still think it’s dirty and gross, but I’ll learn to do it after Brenda explained to me that it’s just another way for escorts to make big money. It’ll only take me a few minutes to receive a golden shower from a kinky client, and I’ll be a thousand dollars richer for letting him degrade me like that.”
“But do you think you can learn to actually like it?”
“Well, I loved how I felt so totally submissive to Brenda when I did it, so yeah, I think I can learn to enjoy doing it with people I dearly love.
“You wanna try me out?”
“Only if you really want to.”
“I wouldn’t have brought you into my bathroom if I didn’t,” she giggles as she pulls me into the shower and drops to her knees, “Besides… I wanna lick the dried cum off your cute clitty.”
~~~~~
I can tell Sherry’s been thinking about doing this all day by the way she gobbles up my ball sack along with my limp, three-inch clitty. It’s times like this that I like having miniature genitals because only underdeveloped sissies like me get to experience the warmth of having our entire package in someone’s mouth.
Sherry only does it like this when she’s super excited, and it goes without saying that I’m super excited about peeing in her mouth for the first time, remembering how thrilling it was when Mistress first let me pee in hers.
Brenda must have already coached her on how to relax a man’s bladder because as her tongue works its magic on my cock and balls in her wet mouth, she probes her finger up my ass to massage my prostate. I didn’t have to pee that bad when we got in here, but holy shit, as her finger rolls around my sissy g-spot, my bladder starts emptying straight into her mouth!
She pulls back slightly at first, but it doesn’t take her long to let it flow down her throat. It starts leaking out the sides her mouth after she’s taken a few gulps, so she then takes my dick out of her mouth and aims it right at her face!
It’s fucking amazing how much more of a slut she is, now that she thinks she’s Brenda’s wife. It makes it easier for me to accept the possibility of losing her to Mistress, because our sex keeps getting better and kinkier all the time.
“Pee on my tits,” she giggles as she eases back on her elbows. “Pee all over me like I’m a dirty rotten whore. I think I’m starting to like this!”
I can’t believe she just said that, but who am I to complain? She lies on her back and giggles as I pee all over her tits, and when I pee on her tummy, she opens her legs and wants me to pee on her bald pussy. Damn, this is fuckin’ hot! I could do it forever, but as she said before, it only takes a brief minute or two to empty one’s bladder.
It’s over almost as soon as it began, but the special bond we already had has been strengthened immeasurably as I help her to her feet and French kiss her pissy mouth.
“I love that you decided to shave your pussy,” I tell her afterward, as I’m cleansing her body under the warm shower. “It’s definitely more fun eating you out.”
“And more enjoyable to receive it,” she giggles. “Now I know why so many girls do it.”
“I wanna lick my cum out of you.”
“I don’t think so. It’s mine now, and I’m saving it for my wife Brenda to lick out of me later.”
“You’re not sleeping with me tonight?”
“Why should I? You’ve had your fun with me. You’re just gonna have to get used to me being a lesbian wife to Brenda, because I’ve already told I’m only sleeping with her from now on. Remember…?”
“Yeah, I remember, but I was just hoping…”
“Have you tried calling Marci lately?” she abruptly cuts me off and changes the subject.
“Not since the last time.”
“Do you miss her?”
“Yeah, I do, but not as much as I’d miss talking with Kristy.”
“I think you’re in love with Marci the same as Kristy.”
“No, I’m not. We’re sissy sisters, but we’re not in love.”
“How do you know?”
“Because we’ve only had sex once, and it wasn’t the same as it was with Kristy.”
“That might change when she comes to our party.”
“She doesn’t even know about our party yet.”
“Then call her and tell her about it.”
“She hasn’t been answering her phone.”
“Well, silly girl, keep trying until she does. I think you’re hot for her, more than you know.”
“You’re embarrassing me.”
“Okay,” she snickers, “I’ll stop teasing. Brenda’s probably waiting for me in our bed anyway, so I’m leaving you now to be with my lesbian wife. I’ll see you in the morning.
“And oh… thanks for the great sex. Nighty-night, sissy wife.”
“Fuck…” I think to myself as she leaves, “She’s dead serious about not sleeping together anymore.”
~~~~~
“Hey, baby,” Brenda unexpectedly greets me coming out of Sherry’s sex room, naked and alone.
“Mistress, I thought you’d be waiting for Sherry in your private bedroom.”
“No, I’ve been waiting for you to finish up with my wife, so I could have a little talk with you. Did you have fun with her in the shower?”
“Oh, yeah,” I grin, “I never thought she’d drink it, but she did.”
“I told you she would, cuz she’s a horny little slut like you are. She did it mainly because you’ve freed her to openly live as my wife, and special privileges come along with that. Shower sex being one of them, and getting to fuck both of us in the same day being another.”
“It was special, that’s for sure.”
“I would think so. Not many sissies ever get to even fuck a girl, let alone two in one day. Let’s go to the kitchen and get you something to eat.”
“I’m not that hungry.”
“Whether you’re hungry or not, you’re eating something to keep that hot ass of yours turning calories into girl fat. You can’t afford to skip a meal or miss your bedtime milkshakes.
“C’mon, I have exciting things to tell you.”
“Tell me, tell me,” I giggle as we go arm-in-arm into the kitchen.
“Well, you know that phone call I got before you and Sherry went for a swim?”
“Yeah…?”
“It was from a client I used to whore Jennifer out to back when she was my sissy. He dated Jennifer quite often, so I called him last week to tell him about the services we’ll be offering. He wants to date you next Tuesday night.”
“Really? My first escort date? Where is he taking me?”
“He isn’t taking you anywhere. He’s coming here to be entertained in your sex room. He’ll maybe take you on dinner dates later on, but that’ll depend on if he likes you or not. Any questions?”
“Yeah. What does he look like? Is he hot?”
“We need to talk about that. Marcus is an older gentleman in his late sixties, and most of the men you and Sherry will be servicing here will be older men you wouldn’t normally be attracted to. Jennifer never did take to being with older men, which is why she didn’t work out, and why I was forced to sell her.”
“So they’re all gonna be old guys?”
“Not necessarily all, but most. The more desirable men, the ones we’d all love to fuck, have no problem getting all the sex they want for free. And the younger guys, who just wanna rent a whore for an hour, aren’t old enough yet to have accumulated the amount of wealth it takes to pay our high rates.”
“How expensive are we?”
“Half of what you’ll make as a Hierarchy sissy. Every time you take a client to your room, you’ll earn five hundred dollars for an hour’s work, or an hour’s pleasure, depending on the client.
“Some older guys are actually still pretty good in bed, but it won’t always be the most pleasurable sex. We do sex for money, not pleasure, so in other words, you might be fucking unattractive men, and sometimes women. The goal is to make as much money as possible, while you’re both still young enough to do it.
“Now, since we’re living as a married threesome, we’ll continue getting all the pleasurable sex we need from each other, when we’re not taking care of clients. You’ll also have many hot sex dates with Hierarchy men after I get you certified, but what we’ll mostly be doing here is fucking wealthy, older men for extra money. Do you think you can do that and act like you love it?”
“Probably.”
“How about definitely? All you have to do is focus on the cock, and not so much the man, unless you like him. Your job is to make rich old men feel like they’re young studs again, and if you can do that, you’ll be surprised how generous they can be. Jennifer never got that through her thick skull, but I’m sure you can.”
“Yeah, I think I can. Marci always tells me that all cock is good cock.”
“Marci’s also been fucking for money long enough to know that all cock can be profitable cock, which brings us to my next subject.”
“Marci’s the next subject?”
“Yes, about Marci. While you and Sherry were busy having your fun, I called her Master Jeremy.”
“And…?”
“Jeremy was a prick about it, which didn’t surprise me. He wasn’t going to let her come to our party, because according to him, he would lose money if he couldn’t book Marci for dates that weekend, which told me right there that he’s probably hurting for money.”
“So she’s not coming?”
“She wasn’t, until I offered to pay Jeremy whatever Marci would make for him if he were to book her on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. He couldn’t turn down the money, so yes, she’s coming to stay with us for three days.”
“Oh Goodie…!” I jump for joy. “That’s the best news ever!”
“Shit…” she laughs, “the best part is he sells her so cheap. He thinks five hundred a night is good money for a sissy whore, but he has no idea what a hot little fuck like her is actually worth in the right market. I’m giving Jeremy five hundred a night, but I can get Marci five thousand for an overnight Hierarchy date, plus tips.”
“Holy fuck! Will I make that much, too?”
“You bet you will, and so will Marci, because I think I can steal her away from that prick Jeremy.”
“I don’t think she’ll ever leave him. They’ve been in love almost two years.”
“She might think she’s in love with him, but the only thing he’s in love with is the money she makes for him. I think Jeremy’s been abusing her, too, and if I’m right, she’ll be easy to coax into leaving that asshole and come live with us.”
“Live with us?”
“You heard me. Sherry isn’t sleeping with you anymore, not that she was sleeping with you all that much anyway, not after I moved in and started sleeping with her. So, we need to get you a special playmate to take Sherry’s place, a playmate of your own, one of your own kind, another sissy, like we’ve talked about before.”
“Whoa, isn’t this going a little too fast?”
“How fast is too fast? You like Marci, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but I’m not like, in love with her. Not like I am with Kristy.”
“It’s good you’re in love with Kristy. She’s been a good companion for you, on the phone, that is. She’s not here sleeping with you every night, is she?”
“Well… no.”
“And why is that?”
“Because she can’t when she’s married to Rachel.”
“Bingo. She’s already married, and Sherry, for lack of a better term, is married to me now, so don’t you think we should at least see if Marci might be a good mate for you?”
“Okay, I’m starting to see what you mean.”
“Good. I want you to call Marci tonight, and she’ll answer her phone. The reason she hasn’t been answering lately, is because Jeremy hasn’t been letting her talk to anyone. I told him he better let her talk to you, or our deal is off. He had to agree, cuz like I said, he’s hurting for money, and that makes him vulnerable for me to manipulate him.”
“I wonder why hasn’t he been letting her talk to her friends?”
“Apparently, from what I could gather, he got pissed when Marci asked him if she could go on hormones after she found out you were taking them. He won’t put Marci on estrogen, because she’s easier to control if he keeps her trapped in a homosexual, femboy cross-dresser mentality. But I suspect her mind has already transitioned over to female.”
“I dunno about that. Marci’s always been gay. She’s never even been with a girl before.”
“I know, but we’ll see just how gay she is after Sherry gives her a taste of her pussy.”
“Geez, Mistress, how you know all this stuff about Marci?”
“I don’t know for certain about any of it, darling, but I can feel it. It’s a woman’s sixth sense, so to speak, and my sixth sense is right more often than not. So, you’re gonna call Marci tonight?”
“Yeah, I’ve been dying to talk to her anyway.”
“Good. Now listen carefully. When you talk to her, don’t mention anything about what we just talked about. All we’re doing, as far as she’s concerned, is inviting her to party with us for the weekend, okay?”
“Okay, got it.”
“Now, we need to talk about tomorrow before I send you off to bed. What’s happening tomorrow?”
“We’re going to see the judge to change my name and sexual identity.”
“Correct. And what does that mean for us?”
“My legal name will be Mandy Lou Parker, same last name as yours”
“And…?”
“And what?”
“It also means that when a sissy legally takes her Mistress’s last name, she’s seen in the Hierarchy as married to her, for life. That means that tomorrow will sorta be like our wedding day, so I have something very special planned for you.”
“I suppose you won’t tell me what it is.”
“No, but I’ll give you a little hint. It’s a four-letter word, beginning with the letter ‘C’.”
“Hmm…. the only word I can think of is cock, or maybe cunt.”
“Both of those words are correct. Tomorrow, after we get out of court, we’ll go to DMV to get your new driver’s license, so you won’t have to use fake ID when you travel. My lawyer will come with us in case they give you any shit about your sex change documents.
“After that, we’ll go to dinner with the lawyer, so he can explain to you what else is involved with a name and sex change, like your Social Security number and bank accounts. Once that’s over, I’ll take you someplace where I’ve arranged for you to get lots of cocks.”
“At the glory hole?”
“No, darling, you’re done with raunchy glory holes. You’ll like where I’m taking you, but where it is will be a surprise.”
“I don’t care where it is, as long as I can get more cock.”
“Believe me, you’ll get your fill, and after that, you’ll be treated to some cunt. My cunt. We’ll spend the night together in a hotel room I’ve reserved for our wedding night, where I’ll let you feast on my body, any way you please, as a wedding gift, from me to you. Being my legal sissy wife comes with many advantages for us, including me occasionally submitting myself to you, as I see fit.”
“Oh, wow, Mistress. You’ll do that for me? I’ll have to do something for you, too.”
“You already have, sweetheart, by giving me your complete loyalty and devotion. You’ve also kinda given me your wife, in a round-about way, although Sherry’s still technically your wife, okay?”
“Whatever,” I giggle. “I just know I love you, I love living with you, and I’ll always do anything you ask me to do.”
“I feel the same about you, my baby, except that I won’t always do what you want. Come, I’ll walk you to your bedroom. We’ll talk more about this in the morning.”
~~~~~
I’m a little confused about all the next-level stuff Mistress just told me as she leaves me at my bedroom door. But one thing I’m more sure about now as I watch her going into their private bedroom to have sex with Sherry, is that she intends to claim Sherry for her own, and Sherry’s already told me which way she intends to go.
Strangely, though, as I go into my own bedroom, by myself, I’m not emotionally devastated by the fear of losing Sherry like I would have been before I became a sissy girl. It suddenly dawns on me that tomorrow I’ll legally be Mandy Lou Parker, and Mark Harrell, that pathetic little wimp I grew up to be, will be forever dead, gone, and forgotten.
I giggle about it as I admire myself standing naked in front of my mirror, fondling my cute tits and noticing how my ass is actually starting to take the shape of Brenda’s and Sherry’s hot asses. I love myself as a dick girl, and it was super cool getting to fuck both Sherry and Brenda today, but now I miss having someone to sleep with. I so wish I was going to bed with a man right now, when I know Sherry and Brenda are just down the hall making hot love to each other in their lesbian bed.
In the midst of my thoughts about wanting a cock tonight, as I remember I’m supposed to call my sissy sister Marci, I think about how much fun it’s gonna be to have Marci stay with me for three whole days. I don’t know if I’d want her moving in permanently like Mistress was talking about, and I don’t think she would, even we asked her.
Mistress doesn’t know Marci like I do, and I know Marci’s been head-over-heels in love with her Master ever since I’ve known her. She always talks about the wonderful life she has with him, so why would she ever leave? Still, as I click her number on my sissy phone, I wonder if Mistress feels something I’m not yet aware of.
The phone rings for like, forever, and I’m just about to give up on her when I hear a voice I hardly recognize…
“Hello?”
“Marci?”
“This is Marci, who is this?”
“Are you kidding? It’s Mandy, your sissy-sis. What’s going on?”
“Oh, Mandy,” her voice brightens up, “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize your voice. I guess it’s been a while, huh?”
“Yeah, too long. Why haven’t you been answering my calls and texts? I’ve been missing you.”
“Oh… umm… I’m so sorry about that. Master took my phone away, so couldn’t talk to anyone. I didn’t even know it was you calling, because he deleted all my contacts.”
“Why?”
“I dunno. He’s been acting really weird lately. I think he’s worried about money, cuz he hasn’t been getting me very many dates for a while now.”
“What happened?”
“Well, this one guy I was dating kinda regular, his wife found out about us, so that ended that. Two other guys can’t afford to date me as much as they were, and another moved out of town.
“It’s made it kinda hard around here, cuz Master keeps accusing me of not putting out good enough to keep men wanting to date me. I don’t know why he even gave me my phone back. He keeps me locked in my room unless I’m cleaning house or fixing him his meals, but at least he still fucks me twice a day, so I know he still loves me.”
“Sounds like all he’s in love with is your ass.”
“No, he loves me, I know he does. He even told me he’ll marry me one day.”
“So, are you engaged?”
“He hasn’t asked me yet, but I know he will, when things get better.”
“I hope so. I hope you’re doing okay.”
“Yeah, I’m doing okay, I guess. How are you doing?”
“Oh God… where do I start? For one, we just moved to a super cool new house, in the country!”
“Oh, wow. I would love to live in the country. When did you move?”
“Just this week. That’s why I called you. We’re having a housewarming party next weekend, and I’m inviting you.”
“Master, too?”
“No, not him. It’s just for girls.”
“Then I probably can’t go. He won’t let me leave the house unless he’s with me.”
“But my Mistress Brenda talked to him earlier, and he said he’d let you come.”
“Really…? He didn’t say anything about it when he threw my phone in my lap. Maybe he’s gonna surprise me.”
“Yeah, maybe so. Anyway, act surprised when he does tell you, because it’s a done deal between him and my Mistress.”
“I hope you’re right, cuz I’d love to see you again, or at least get out of the house, even for a little bit. So, what else is going on with you?”
“Well, I went on a starvation diet, so I’m real skinny now, and my boobs are growing like mad.”
“That’s right, you’re taking hormones. I asked Master if I could take ’em, so I could get prettier for him, but he got really mad about it. He smacked me in the face, so I won’t ask about that anymore.”
“He hit you?”
“Yeah, but it was for my own good. I needed to learn a lesson about trying to think for myself, I guess. So, how big are your boobs?”
“Well, I’ve outgrown my a-cup bras. You wanna see ’em? Let’s go on FaceTime. I wanna see you.”
“Oh, umm… I better not. I’m not too pretty right now.”
“Why aren’t you pretty?”
“Cuz,” I sense a certain uneasiness in her voice, “I, umm… I did this really stupid thing yesterday. I, umm… I wasn’t watching where I was going, and I walked right into a door and gave myself a black eye. Isn’t that stupid?”
“Are you sure that’s what you did?”
“Of course I’m sure. Why would I lie?”
“I dunno, but people don’t just go around walking into doors.”
“Well, I did, and I told you it was stupid. Anyway, I don’t wanna talk about it. I gotta go. I think Master is coming up the stairs. I hope you’re right that I can come see you.”
“I’m right, believe me. I wanna see you in the worst way.”
“Me, too. I miss you, Mandy. You’re my bestest friend.”
“We’re sisters, so we’ll always be friends.”
“That’s good to know. I really gotta go now. Bye.”
~~~~~
Shit. Marci hangs up before I can even say goodbye, leaving me with the weirdest feeling in the pit of my gut. She’s not doing well at all, that much is clear, despite her veiled attempts to make me think otherwise. I would have pressed her to tell me more, but she hung up before I could.
I wonder if Brenda’s sixth sense is right about Marci’s Master. She’s the smartest person I’ve ever known, and if she thinks Jeremy is abusing Marci, then there’s a pretty good chance that he is. It bothers me to think about it, because I’ve heard about sissies getting in trouble falling for men they don’t know that much about.
I’ve only physically been with Marci during that one weekend when Mistress took me to the sissy resort, where I met her. I should say Marci met me, because I was just standing there, waiting for us to get a table for dinner, when she came right up and kissed me.
She and Jeremy ended up having dinner with us, and from there, I ended up gang banging a bunch of guys with her. Sexually speaking, it was the first time I’d ever experienced anything that intense, and I was glad Marci was there to help me along. It was great fun, but not as much fun as it was sleeping with her that night.
I remember, thinking back on it, there was a special connection between us. It was a connection different than I’ve ever felt with Sherry in our five years of marriage. I felt it again during that night I spent with Kristy, too.
Could it be that sissies have something in common that makes them want to be with other sissies? Is that why Kristy says she likes girl cock way more than male cock? Is that why she married Rachel? Is that why I’m craving girl cock right now?
Jesus. The more I’ve shed my male thinking, and the longer I’m on hormones, the more confused I get when these weird emotions start bubbling inside me. It’s too late right now to call Kristy and ask her why I’m feeling this way, so I’ll have to call her tomorrow night.
No, wait… I’ll be in a hotel room with Mistress tomorrow night. I hope I have time to at least call Kristy before the weekend, because Sherry and I have a two-day escorting date with the Harrisons this weekend. Then, next Tuesday, I have my first client coming over to entertain in my sex room, and who knows what else Mistress has planned for me in between?
I thought I’d have all this free time on my hands when my dad fired me from my job, but I was so wrong about that. Life is way more busy now, but I like it just fine. I sucked at my job in a world where macho guys compete for a higher perch to sit on, but I think I’ll do just fine in Brenda’s feminine world of lesbians, sissy girls, and escorting.
Maybe I’ll fall in love with Marci after all, or maybe, like Sherry said, I already am. Whatever the case, I can’t do anything about right now. I’ll have to see how I feel about it when she comes in two weeks. I know the time will fly by, because my life is getting fast, my life is getting exciting, and life is getting wonderful, for a cute sissy girl like me!
