Eve Quest

“Jamie, Mistress. Jamie Jo.”

“Very well then. We’ll make everybody happy. Your ID will carry the name Jamie Jo Moore. Jenny and I will refer to you as, Sissy. Are we agreed?”

Resigned to my fate, I nodded in recognition not that I think they really wanted my approval.

Sheila laid a form on the ground in front of me. “This form will give me complete control of your money and your life. Signing it will be your last act as a man. Of course, you might prefer a nice divorce where all your transsexual inadequacies are made public.”

I signed it in two places and initialed it in two more.

She squatted in front of me to pick the papers up and kissed me on the forehead. “I did love you to a point, but my body requires a massive dick and you can’t help me there, can you?”

“No, Ma’am.” I said. She had never complained about my dick before. It wasn’t very big, but she had never complained.

“You’ll be an integral part of my sex life and you’ll be my obedient slave. I’m sure you’ll make me very happy.”

Sheila was still in a squat when Jenny walked over, put a hand on her shoulder and said, “I don’t have a massive dick.”

I’m sure I was not supposed to look, but Sheila kissed Jenny’s pussy and ran her tongue between the puffy outer lips. Then she said, “But you have the world’s most delicious pussy.” Moving up Jenny’s body Sheila kissed her tummy then cupped her left breast and put a metal filled nipple in her mouth. She stood, looked up at Jenny and said, “I wouldn’t trade you for a hundred dicks or a hundred of their stupid owners either.”

Turning to me Sheila said, “Rug.”

I wasn’t sure what I had done to aggravate her but I quickly assumed the position.

A few moments later Jenny told me to be still. I smelled alcohol as she wiped a place on my butt. She gave me some kind of injection then told me to sit up. She handed me two pills and a glass of water. As I swallowed them she laughed and said, “Hormones, Sweetie. You’ll love what they do for you.”