Real Stories - January/February 2009

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I hadn't a clue what that meant until I got there and Tracy was sitting on the couch with her feet up, the position Claire takes when it's time for a foot massage按摩 — rubbing the body to ease it. I instantly went to work on her.

Deb came into the room and brought with her the phone. She called Claire and put it on speaker.

Tracy was introduced to Claire and there was a good half hour Q and A as to what Claire's life was like and how I had my behavior changed. Tracy was intrigued with the details of how little I had left of my "male" persona. Claire told her what's left were things I couldn't really touch. My last pair of male underwear is cut into pieces in a jar, my truck was sold and the picture of me next to it has been photo-shopped with me looking as a female standing next to it.

The phone conversation ended and the girls had one last glass of wine but then Deb said "there's one more thing you have to see".

I was told to kneel down, drop my pantyhose连裤袜 — sheer tights from waist to feet, take off my nightey and jerk off. More humiliation羞辱 — shame given on purpose than I've had in a long time. I followed the instructions as told but as usual, couldn't come if my life depended on it.