Therapy - Part 5

Shelly's Therapy continues and becomes even more intense! Her first Special Encounter Therapy session was so good she now is having them regularly! Acting on her own free will, she begins feminizing herself even more. All this to prove that she is a normal, straight, heterosexual man and not some sort homo? But is all this really of her own free will? And what is she really proving? And how, exactly, is all this Therapy helping her with that?

Part 5 

Monday’s therapy session was nice.  Oh, I enjoyed it but I was hoping Doctor Wilson – my Doctor, my wonderful doctor and I’m so glad to have him as my doctor and I must follow all his instructions for my therapy to work – would tell me that my next Special Encounter Therapy session was to be that night.  Or maybe the next night.  Or the night after that.  But that it wouldn’t be until at least two weeks?  I was crestfallen.  I had to work to get a grip on my emotions over that bad news.  Doctor Wilson quickly put me down on my knees into the Power Dynamics Enhancement Position and had me focus on my breathing exercises.  Having my wonderful doctor’s manly cock pushing back and forth into my mouth always helps calm me and center my focus.  I can be such a silly, silly sissy gurl sometimes!  And my doctor is such a wonderful doctor.  He knows exactly how to handle such a silly, silly sissy gurl like me.

 

Instead, it was just the regular three times a week therapy sessions.  Doctor Wilson explained that Dr. Taylor needed time to assess the effectiveness of my participating in that Special Encounter Therapy session and then make room in his therapy schedule for me to be a part of it.  I still pouted at that.  But, my doctor is always right so I said I’d be ready for the next Special Encounter Therapy session as soon as he needed me to be!

 

I also asked Doctor Wilson about my breasts.  I’d been thinking a lot about how much more “effective” my therapy might be if it was closer to what I saw so many other sissies do – that is, to have actual breasts themselves.  Well, as “actual” as any breasts are in today’s world of breast implants being so common.  Not that I wanted to be like those actual sissies.  I wasn’t.  They were all gay and I’m straight.  It’s just that I had come to realize that breast forms and padded bras just got in the way too often.  And that, since the whole point of my therapy was to go ever deeper into my sissy dreams and fantasies in order to expose the underlying conditions which made them manifest – I was trying to repeat Doctor Wilson’s original explanation of his therapy approach there – and thus then cure them, wouldn’t having breast implants of my own be just the thing?  Wouldn’t having them help my therapy to cure me of my cross dressing urges?

 

I about melted when Doctor Wilson smiled at my asking him that question.  And even more so when he complimented me for understanding the nature of his therapeutic approach such that I further understood why I needed bigger breasts.  He said it showed just how effective his therapy was with me and that I was making such excellent progress as a result!  Yay me!  I felt so happy at having pleased my doctor.  I love pleasing my doctor.  He’s such an excellent doctor, I’m lucky to have him treating me.

 

“Breast implants, Shelly, might be something necessary at a future point my dear.  We’ll have to see if your therapy reaches a point where they become necessary.  No, no don’t pout like that, my dear.  I didn’t say you couldn’t have bigger breasts right now.  It’s just that we’ll start off with other ways of enlarging them first.”

 

He was right, I was pouting when he told me that breast implants weren’t immediately going to happen.  I’d been fantasizing that he had a machine in his office that could do it to me right there and then.  That I’d walk out of his office that day with these gorgeous ample and stupendous breasts.  So, I had every right to pout!  I did!

 

“What we’ll do for starters, Shelly, is try pumping and perhaps some saline injections, and then perhaps a mild pharmaceutical approach to enlarging your breasts.  Then after we’ve assessed those results we can make a decision on whether to then go to any prosthesis treatment.”

 

I squealed in happiness when he told me my breasts would soon be bigger!  The idea of one – or two – of his femmy nurses suckling on my nipples to make them bigger would be lovely and it was those visions which filled my mind as I left his office that evening.  That night I drank another one of the latest nutritional shakes I’d gotten in his office, did my face up perfectly, douched and lubed myself, set up my favorite dildo, got the pillows placed around, and then got out my biggest bra and stuffed it to overflowing.  After impaling myself on that dildo I put on my earphones with the motivational CDs playing them, and then I began rocking back and forth on that silicon cock.  I was looking at myself in the mirror as I did so.  The image reflected back at me was of a complete sissy with utterly huge titties blissing herself out on a massive cock stuffing into her sissy pussy.

 

As I ran my hands across those huge breasts of mine I fantasized that they weren’t just real but that I was squeezing a man’s hard cock between my huge breasts and that he was fucking them until he blasted scalding hot jets of his cum into my open and hungry mouth.  It didn’t take much of that before I had a climax of my own and came to laying on my side with my ass still quivering from the assault that dildo had done to it.  I was a happy, happy sissy gurl.

Eventually, my next Special Encounter Therapy session took place.  Finally!  Before then however, Doctor Wilson had me try the saline thing he’d referred to.  First one of the nurses wiped down my chest with alcohol swabs and then with this special cream – to keep the skin flexible, Doctor Wilson had said.  He also had me take a special pill to help me deal with my nerves over this procedure.  My doctor – my wonderful doctor – knows me so well.  I’m definitely a silly silly sissy gurl when it comes to these things. 

 

So, when Nurse Vikki then proceeded to stick this big needle under the skin on my chest I wasn’t troubled at all.  It only stung a little bit when she popped the needle in.  Still, I was thankful for the calming effect of the pill Doctor Wilson had me take.  Then I got to watch as the saline flowed in and began to push the skin of my chest out!  I was growing breasts!  Right before my eyes!  Breasts!  Doctor Wilson DID have a machine in his office that would give me breasts right there and then! 

 

Unfortunately, they weren’t as big as in my fantasies.  But they were real!  And they were wonderful!  I was bubbly and ecstatic and happy and gurly and bouncing around just to make my titties jiggle too!  It was smiles all around and I loved it.  My only regret was that it was just a temporary thing.  The saline would get absorbed into my body after a few hours.  And my breasts would disappear.  But, for those few hours I had breasts!

 

I about swooned as Doctor Wilson cupped my new titties that first night.  They fit so nicely into his hands.  He kissed me in congratulations and gave my nipples a tweak as he did so.  I loved it!  Sadly, he had to excuse himself and go tend to some of this other patients.  But, that left me and Nurse Vikki alone in that treatment room.  She was on my breasts the moment Doctor Wilson was out the door!  It felt heavenly! 

 

And I also realized that Doctor Wilson had forgotten to reattach my Restrictive Access Device before he stepped away.  He’d removed it before starting the saline procedures to ensure there was no blood flow problems.  Or something like that.  I really wasn’t paying much attention to anything at that moment other than the sound of his wonderful voice and the fact that I was about to get breasts!

 

Nurse Vikki however, she swung herself up astride me as I was strapped onto that exam table – to keep me safe from falling over – and impaled her cute little tush upon my sissy clitty.  Her sissy pussy felt wonderful as it enveloped my clitty.  And her lips and tongue and fingers felt heavenly upon my new breasts.  So too did her sissy cream as she soon spurted all over my tummy and onto my new breasts.  I guess a gurl’s titties turn her on too.  Her wonderful titties – she’d long ago had real implants – turned me on so it was only natural and right for her to feel the same.  And it was such a relief that neither of us are homos at all when it comes to this.  She’s only turned on to the feminine image of me and I’m only turned on to the feminine image of her.  If either of us weren’t so femmed up we’d not at all be interested like this.  She smothered me in her lovely breasts after she had her cummies and that’s when I spurted inside her.  We lay there like that as we both came down from our climaxes.  She began scooping up her sissy cream and “forcing” me to lick her fingers clean of it. 

 

I was floating on Cloud Nine as I left Doctor Wilson’s office that night.  I was too spent to try setting up the dildo that night.  I just finished another nutrition shake – have to keep my energy up – and put one of the CDs playing before I crashed into bed.  I find that the sound of the CDs really help me sleep.

 

Come the morning, sadly, my new breasts were gone.  But, that did make getting into my boy drag for the office easier.  My skin felt a bit sore from the stretching but that was a price I was happy to pay for having breasts!  Breasts are what us sissy gurls truly need and love to have!

 

Finally, the next Special Encounter Therapy session night arrived.  Doctor Wilson did the saline thing again and this time I had actual breasts during the Therapy!  I made sure to bring along a little clutch purse so that I could repair the damage my Special Encounter Therapy session partner left behind as he took me as only a man can take a sissy.  I barely remembered what Dr. Taylor said to me as he collected me after the session had ended.  I do remember his aftershave smelling so dreamy as he held me in the elevator that night.

 

I’d taken the time to comb out the hair on my wig and retouch my eye shadow a bit.  That and reapply my lipstick before he took me in his arm and down to the limo.  Richard definitely looked yummy in his nicely fitting chauffer’s uniform.

 

This time I made a point of asking him if there was anything I could do to thank him for being such considerate helpful man.  That, being such a silly, silly sissy gurl I was helpless without a nice strong man like him. I said as I winked at him as he looked me over in the rear view mirror.

 

To my wonderful surprise, Richard soon pulled over into this little alley and helped me out of the backseat of the limo.  He had me squat down next to the open door as he sat in the driver’s seat.  My mouth was soon smearing that lipstick all over his wonderful cock.  Doctor Wilson’s cock is still my favorite of all cocks to have in me but Richard’s was extra-special fun!  It was such a sissy thing to do – sucking a guy off in some ally – that it just got me all excited!  I was a sexy sissy gurl.  Just the sort of gurl real men wanted to have.  I think I would’ve climaxed right there and then when Richard shot his cum into my mouth.  I would’ve but that Special Encounter Therapy session had taken a lot out of me already.  Still though, it felt wonderful to be pleasing a man - a real man - like a real sissy should.  And when Richard told me I was a good gurl for having sucked him off so wonderfully it just made me all tingly and glow inside.  He was such a gentleman too as he gave me a breath mint before we got back to Doctor Wilson’s office.

 

It was the same routine as the first time.  I just melted into Doctor Wilson’s arms and then floated onto the Therapy Machine.  This time Nurse Kelly attached these big suction cups to my breasts.  First she attached tube things to my nipples and got suction going in them.  The big suction cups fit around them and helped puff out my breasts.  “These will help your nipples get bigger and help your titties form with the saline injections” she told as I drifted off with Doctor Wilson’s voice playing into my earphones.

 

Waking up the next morning, still strapped in to the Therapy machine, I was happy to see that my breasts were still mostly there!  Yay!  And my nipples looked really, really big!  Double yay!  Nurse Gina and I had fun with all that before I was once again collecting more nutrition shakes and new motivational CDs from out at the front desk.  Kathy looked as sexy as ever.  The tops of her white stockings just barely peeked out as she’d bent over to take the newest CDs out of the cabinet.  She noticed me watching her.  So she then turned to make a show of picking up something else and even more of her stockings showed.  I sighed, happily at that.  And smiled.

 

Kathy came back up to the front counter and after pushing the package of shakes and CDs at me she brought her beautiful lips close to my ear and with a wonderfully sultry low voice she purred:  “If you keep leering at me that way Shelly, I will have to take you into the back office, bend you over my knees, raise your skirt up, and then spank you for being such an indecent silly, silly sissy gurl.  Then I’ll grab my strap-on and try to fuck some sense into you.  That might take a while as you are truly a silly, silly sissy gurl.”

 

I moaned, and she kissed me on my cheek.  Her lipstick left a wonderful print on me there.

 

“Now,” standing back up, “get going Shelly.  I’ve got work to do!” she announced, commandingly.

 

I sighed again and regretfully was on my way out.

 

That afternoon, once back at my place, I quickly got everything set up again.  I wanted to get right at it before the saline went fully away.  My nipples were really, really super sensitive and felt wonderful to tweak.  And even though the saline had gone down a lot, my breasts were still noticeably big!  I was shafting that dildo balls deep with each downstroke.

 

And I was cupping my breasts as I was impaling myself!  My real breasts.  My real sissy titties!  The way they felt in my hands and the way they bounced as I fucked myself.  It was wonderful!  It was just the thing a sissy would do!  And I was a sissy!  A silly, silly sissy fucking herself on a giant cock while pulling on her sissy nipples on her huge sissy titties!

 

My hands were still on my titties as I came down from that climax.  My sissy clitty in the R.A.D. had made quite the sticky mess with all my sissy cream I’d shot out of it.  I was kind of surprised I had so much left from all the fun I’d had in the past day.  But, that was proof that I was still a man under it all.  That I was a perfectly straight and heterosexual man who could produce and fire cum like any other straight and manly man could.  That all the rest – the makeup, the bra, the suspender belt with its lacy straps holding up the full fashioned nylons, the ruby red six inch stiletto heels, the wig, the bouncy saline pumped breasts – it was just part of my therapy to help me get through it all and resolve my crossdressing issues.

 

And that therapy was working!  And that therapy felt so, so good.  It felt so good, in fact, that after about an hour I was back on that dildo.  This time, aside from running my hands over my sissy titties and tweaking my sissy nipples I had another dildo that I was sucking on like it was Doctor Wilson’s cock.  Or that it was Richard’s cock.  Or that it was my Special Encounter Therapy session partner’s cock.  Or that it was the cocks of the line of men – real men – I imagined my therapy would have me service to help cure me.  I was a sticky mess when I woke up the next morning.  And it was only because I was hungry and I really had to pee that I didn’t immediately set to riding that dildo again.  That, plus the saline had gone away and my sissy titties went with it.  Still though, I found ways around that.

 

It was a long weekend with lots of dildo riding!  My therapy was working!

 

That Monday’s therapy session was a bit different.  Doctor Wilson had Nurse Vikki apply a different cream after she got done with the alcohol wipes and the “flexibility” cream.  Doctor Wilson said this cream had chemical compounds in it that would help my own body grow breasts itself!  This, in addition to the saline injections and pumping!  That, by all working together, I could have breasts that would last longer and longer each time!  I was overjoyed!  Real breasts!  Real sissy breasts for a silly, silly sissy like me!  Real breasts are what us sissy gurls truly need and love to have!  I happily let Nurse Vikki rub that cream in all over my chest before she fitted the suction tubes onto my nipples and then the big cups over my breasts.  The saline she’d finish pumping in first.  My sissy titties really filled the cups up now! I wanted to play with them right there and then – just like a silly, silly sissy gurl would – but Doctor Wilson had anticipated this by ensuring I was safely strapped in to the Therapy machine first.  He’s such a wonderful doctor.  I’m lucky to have him!  And I must follow all of his instructions because Doctor Wilson is always right!

 

A few weeks later Doctor Wilson had me in his office before we moved into the Therapy Machine room.  He had me assume the Power Dynamics Enhancement Position right away as he wanted to ensure I didn’t overreact to what he was intent on telling me.  He’s such a considerate doctor.

 

It was a bad news / good news sort of thing that session.  The bad news was that my company was again complaining about the expense of Doctor Wilson’s therapy.  That even with the expense sharing arrangement of my becoming a “sexual therapist” to take part in the Special Encounter Therapy sessions it was still proving too costly for my company to leave unchallenged.  Before I could start hyperventilating about that, Doctor Wilson had me practice my breathing exercises.  It was always so calming for me to be on my knees, all nicely femmed up, with my wonderful doctor’s manly cock in my mouth as I looked up at him.

 

Doctor Wilson said that he’d anticipated the reaction by my company and had a “work around” for it.  Instead of my being driven in a limo to each Special Encounter Therapy session, I could drive over to Dr. Taylor’s myself.  In fact, I could drive over there directly, change into Shelly, and make use of one of the Therapy Machines in Dr. Taylor’s office afterward to recover from the Special Encounter Therapy session.  It all sounded great!  Then I realized that I had truly come to enjoy “thanking” Richard for being such a wonderful chauffer.  I didn’t want to stop doing that as he treated me just like a silly, silly sissy should be treated.  And he was such a gentleman about it.  He’d taken to having a little towel he’d put down on the ground for me to kneel on as I buried my face into his crotch and swallowed his cock there in the alley as he drove me back from those sessions.  But, if it was letting go of that or having to stop the Special Encounter Therapy sessions, well, that choice was clear!

 

As if he was reading my mind however, Doctor Wilson said that we would make this change happen starting with the next Special Encounter Therapy session, not the one I had scheduled that night!  Yay!  I’d get to enjoy the manly cocks of both my Special Encounter Therapy session partner and Richard’s cock as well.  I was such a luck sissy gurl!

 

My Special Encounter Therapy session partner was a pretty eager one too!  He absolutely loved my saline swollen titties.  All the men had, actually, since Doctor Wilson started doing those injections right before I had a Special Encounter Therapy session.  And over the course of the weeks, what with all the suction work and the special creams he had me use, my sissy titties were getting bigger and bigger!  I was nicely filling up B-cup bras now!  So much so that I had to be careful at work during the week so that my sissy titties wouldn’t be obvious.  Sweaters and loose fitting shirts were the rule.  Such sacrifices a silly, silly sissy gurl must make for her crossdressing therapy to work!

 

Anyway, the Therapy partner that night was utterly fixated on my sissy titties and drove me wild as he licked and sucked and nibbled on them.  I made such a mess in my panties from that!  Still floating from having a real man treat me like the sissy gurl I was, I also managed to sashay myself into the bathroom and clean myself up down there.  At least a bit.  I had plans!

 

Dr. Taylor smelled just as yummy as ever as he took me in his arm to go down to Richard and the limo.  We chatted about the upcoming change and he told me that I was to come by his office there the next day once Doctor Wilson had completed my therapy at his office that morning.  I happily bubbled at that.

 

Richard seemed to have gotten the word already as he just shushed me once he pulled into the alley so I could “thank him” again.  Turns out he had plans too!  My plan was to entice him into the back seat of the limo.  His plan turned out to be much better!  Instead, he first put down that little towel so I wouldn’t run my nylons as he had me on my knees doing what us sissy gurls truly need and love to do in “thanking” a real man.  I did do that alright.  I loved doing that.  If I can do that and feel no guilt of shame about it then I know my heterosexuality is fully intact and I’ve no risk of being gay by having a man’s – a real man’s – cock running past my glossed lips and agile tongue.  Once I’d gotten Richard nicely hard though, he pulled me off of his wonderful cock.

 

He caressed my cheek with his hand and then popped his thumb into my mouth.  As I played my tongue over it, he used his grip to get me up off my knees and then stand fully upright as he got himself out of the car.  He had a little pad in his other hand and he maneuvered me, his thumb still in my mouth and using that to direct me, over to front of the limo.  He spread the pad out onto it and then spread me out onto it as well!  Oh yes!

 

In a flash he’d pushed me back onto the hood of the limo and yanked off my panties.  He hiked up my skirt and before I could hardly gush my happiness at him he’d driven his cock into me right to its root!  His lips were upon mine and his tongue was commanding my mouth.  I was in sissy heaven!  His hands were unbuttoning my blouse – I’d dressed in this near scandalous “office bitch / vixen” outfit that night – and soon he was groping my sissy titties in such a wonderful way.  This was heavenly!  This man – this real man – was fucking me silly across the hood of his car in some back alley like the sissy fucktoy I was!  Yes!!!!!

 

It was a vision of gorgeous debauchery that filled my eyes.  Richard, so handsome and masculine in his chauffer’s uniform was above me, holding me fast onto the hood of the car, with my stocking clad legs spread wide on either side of him, my stilettos shining back and forth as they caught the light from the streetlight at corner of the alley.  Richard must’ve built up his lust and wanted to make this last night of our little apres-Therapy sessions a memorable one so he pounded himself into me with a near fury!  He was making my eyes roll with the power of it!  Oh, I’d fantasized of this exact moment!  To be taken like some whore in a back alley spread across the hood of a car – and love every minute of it!  Yes!  Yes!!  YES!!!!  I came again that night even after my therapy session partner had already driven me to sissy bliss earlier.  There’s just something so wonderful about a man – a real man – taking charge of a silly, silly sissy gurl like me.

 

Richard had grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned me to the hood so forcefully!  His tongue utterly dominated my mouth as he kissed me and fucked me with such powerful thrusts.  I clenched myself onto his cock – his manly cock – and was soon wonderfully rewarded as he thrust even deeper and shot himself into my sissy pussy!

 

We lay there together like that for a wonderfully long time.  His manly cum filling my sissy insides.  My sissy nipples gloriously engorged atop my beautifully jiggly sissy titties.  I never wanted that moment to end.  But, it had to.

 

“I’m going to miss you.” Richard said so sweetly to me.  I squeezed my sissy pussy around his cock and purred back at him.  “I’m going to miss you too!”  We kissed again.  No less commanding a kiss on his part but, more slowly and tenderly.

 

Ever the gentleman, Richard even had a little towel for me to wipe things up down there and even had the cutest buttplug for me to pop in to my sissy pussy so I wouldn’t make a mess from down there on seat as he drove me back to Doctor Wilson’s office.

 

I was most assuredly still on Cloud Nine when Richard helped me out of the limo and over to Doctor Wilson that night.  He beamed a big smile at me and made sure to “accidentally” let his hand wander between my cheeks and give that plug a little extra push as he helped me exit the car.  If Doctor Wilson saw any of that he was far too much the gentleman himself to be obvious about it.

 

I was on a wonderful post-orgasmic high that entire time I was strapped into the Therapy Machine and had more of that cream applied onto my sissy titties.  The various suction cups and tubes just kept my happy silly, silly sissy self floating along as Doctor Wilson’s wonderful voice played through the headphones.

 

The next morning it was Nurse Kendra who roused me.  The way the white of her garter straps set off of the chocolate brown of her smooth and soft skin under her sexy nurses outfit is a beautiful sight to see.  And her little sissy clitty is oh so very tasty too!  We had some wonderful gurly fun together that morning before I was scooted into Doctor Wilson’s office.

 

I was a bit disappointed to be fully in my dull boy clothes that morning.  It meant that I had to remind myself that Shelly couldn’t come out to play.  I really wish I’d still been in last night’s outfit.  Or some other outfit.  Or at least some lingerie or something femme.  But, perhaps this was a test to see how well my therapy was working.  That must’ve been it.  If I was still coming on to another man while I was not en femme or sissied up in any way then that would definitely mean I was some sort of homo.  And so when I’m just in my dull and drab boy clothes it wouldn’t be right or appropriate or hetero for me to do any sort of sissy stuff with another guy.  I mean, maybe with Doctor Wilson as it would still be part of my therapy and it would still have been so soon after my Special Encounter Therapy session but, Doctor Wilson – my wonderful doctor, I’m so lucky to have him treating me – didn’t push me on that point.  He must’ve realized I was still buzzing from the previous night.  Or perhaps he noted the smell of Nurse Kendra’s perfume on me.  Or maybe the sweet scent of her sissy juices on my breath. 

 

In any event, Doctor Wilson provided me with the address for Dr. Taylor’s office and said that he was expecting me that morning.  I could drive over there now and he’d show me what to expect on my first Special Encounter Therapy session that I would be driving myself to.  This was great!  I didn’t exactly rush out the door to get over to Dr. Taylor’s office that morning but I was pretty direct about getting out of Doctor Wilson’s office.  I hope Kathy didn’t think I was giving her the brush off or anything as I didn’t flirt quite as much with her when she handed me my week’s worth of shakes and new CDs.

 

I don’t know what I was expecting when it came to Dr. Taylor’s office but what I found wasn’t what I expected.  The previous times I’d been there it was as a passenger in the limo and my mind was on anything but the scenery or architecture or anything other than winding up with my lips wrapped around the nice yummy cock of my Special Encounter Therapy session partner.

 

Thus, I drove around the entire block just to be sure I was at the right place.  There wasn’t any sign out front of what looked like one of the many big multi-story condo / apartment buildings in that neighborhood.  But, the street address number right by the entrance to the underground parking was what Doctor Wilson had given me.  So I drove on down.  I recognized things well enough from there to park in a spot right next to the elevator.  I’d just barely gotten out of my car when that elevator opened and out stepped Dr. Taylor.

 

He was thoroughly professional with a nice firm handshake and everything, as he greeted me.  The ride up in the elevator was quite different.  We stood appropriately apart from each other.  As is what us normal hetero straight guys would and should do because we’re not fags.

 

Dr. Taylor just swiped a card through the reader inside the elevator and up we went.  No buttons to press or anything.  None of them lit up either.  Soon enough we were up at the lobby as usual.  This time though, instead of going through the door to the right of the elevator we went through the one of the left.  The lobby only had two doors so it was one or the other.

 

This other door led into what looked for all the world like a regular front office waiting room.  Dr. Taylor introduced me to the woman working at that front desk, Jennifer, and he started explaining the routine I’d expect when I showed up on my own.

 

“Steven,” it was odd hearing my male name from Dr. Taylor, “you’ll first check in here at the front desk and then one of my staff will give you the key card to the room you’ve been assigned.”

 

Jennifer handed him a key card as he mentioned it.  She was right on top of things for him.  I liked that.

 

“This operates just like a standard hotel room key card.  You’ll then go through this door” he said as he opened it and led me into the long hallway behind it, “as you can see there’s indicator lights above each door and your room will be the one flashing. Just like this one is now.”

 

We walked down to that flashing light.  There were rooms on either side of the hallway but none of them were numbered.  Just the indicator light above them.  He swiped the card through the door lock on that particular room and in we stepped.  It was a little bit tight in the vestibule there as it was a little more than a corridor thing with a door at each end, one to the side and a sliding door closet facing it.

 

“Okay, when you come in you can hang your street clothes here in this closet.” Dr. Taylor said as he slid its door open, “and then you can step into the bathroom here to dress the rest of the way.” He finished by opening the second door which opened to a pretty standard looking bathroom with toilet, shower, and sink but with a bigger than average vanity that had a nice set of makeup lights arranged around the big mirror there.  The room was clearly set up for a girl to do her face and get dressed in. 

 

“And when you’re all set, you just step through into the main room” Dr. Taylor said, opening the bathroom door and stepping through it.

 

I realized that we’d just entered one the rooms I’d been in for one of my Special Encounter Therapy sessions – but came in through the bathroom door on the other side of the room from what I was used to.  At least it looked like the same room.  I never paid much attention to what room, exactly, I had my sessions in.  I just glided along on Dr. Taylor’s arm until he opened one of the rooms and deposited me into it.

 

“Once you’re ready, just pick up the phone there and let my staff at the front desk know.  Your Special Encounter Therapy session partner will soon join you. He’ll be coming in through this door” Dr. Taylor said, walking to the door on what was now the far side of the room. I followed him and peeked through it.  Yes, that was the corridor I walked down on his arm with to each of my previous Special Encounter Therapy sessions.  Dr. Taylor had quite the set up here!

 

I had to work at containing my enthusiasm when I asked Dr. Taylor when my next Special Encounter Therapy session would be.  He just chuckled, pleasantly, and said he had to examine the test results a bit more and then confer with Doctor Wilson.  But, that it would ‘soon.’  I was real happy to hear that!  He then walked me down to my car and showed me where to park when I showed up for that Special Encounter Therapy session.

 

“We’ll have you on camera when you drive in but you can also press the button here and it’ll connect you to the office upstairs.” He said.  And with a firm handshake – which is what us two straight heterosexual men do – he was off and so too was I.

 

Once back home I wasted no time in getting everything set up again.  The pillows, my new favorite dildo (it’s longer and bigger and comes with a better floor mount,) and then got busy douching, exfoliating, lotioning, and then doing up my makeup.  I even had some new nipple suction things of my own.  Not as elaborate as what Doctor Wilson has but they certainly perked my nipples up nice and long and thick.  I put them on while putting on my makeup and wig so that my nipples would be perky for playtime!

 

I was pretty famished by then so I finished off the second of my special nutrition shakes from Doctor Wilson and then popped in the newest CD to play in the background as I got busy with that new dildo!  My panties were these really cute yellow lacy things that are split open in back – just what us sissy gurls truly need and love to have so that the men – the real men – who bend us over to stick their manly cocks into us don’t even have to take our panties off.  I was really happy with those panties as they had a matching bra to go with them and it cupped my little titties so wonderfully.  The way my freshly suctioned nipples stuck up from top of the cups was super sexy and I was working them both fiercely as I worked myself down that cock sticking up from the floor.  Looking at myself in the mirror I saw a silly silly sissy gurl looking back at me.  And I loved it!

 

I just flowed with the CD’s music playing in the background and imagined that the New Agey noises it played from time to time were actually voices telling me just how much a of cock hungry silly silly sissy gurl I was.  And how pretty I was.  And how I’d be even prettier if my titties were even bigger.  And how men – real men – loved their silly silly sissy gurls with nice big titties.  I edged myself imaging all that.  I finally got balls deep on the dildo and just remained there enjoying how full of cock I was.  When I started imagining a “Special” Special Encounter Therapy session where I’d be taken by two men at once – one splitting my sissy pussy apart while the other was jamming his monster cock down my throat – was when I couldn’t take it anymore and spurted my sissy cream right through my cage.  The dildo was in so deep it actually helped keep me upright as that sissy cummies rolled through me.

 

The next day I decided to give my rear entrance some time to recover.  That new dildo was a big step up!  I was wondering where all this “sissy” stuff was coming from.  I never used to think of myself in that term.  A crossdresser, yes.  A “sissy?”  No.  But I knew this was actually a good thing.  That I was finally getting down to that inner-self level that Doctor Wilson had said is where I needed to go to in order for my therapy to work.  That it was only when I’d opened myself up in this way that he could truly get to that level of effectiveness with his therapy to cure me of my crossdressing compulsions.  So, I simply put any worries about it right out of my silly silly sissy brain and just remained happy that Doctor Wilson was treating me.  He’s such a wonderful doctor, I’m lucky to have him treating me.  I must always obey my doctor as he knows better than I do what is best for me!

 

I spent the rest of that day happily mincing around my apartment in these cute little Marabou mules and this divine little purple satin panties and bra set.  Even as happily turned on as I was I didn’t miss any of my shakes and I actually went through that day’s CDs twice over as I flitted around my apartment cleaning and setting things in order.  Just like a good little silly silly sissy gurl should.  That night I didn’t impale myself on my newest hard thick many dildo cock.  My sissy pussy needed a night off!  Instead, I used one of the “anal probe” toys I had to gently slip inside myself and then rub onto my “sissy p-spot.”  I imagined that Dr. Taylor was so happy with my next Special Encounter Therapy session that he bent me over and pushed his cock – his manly cock – into me and added his cum to what my Therapy session partner had already shot up into me.  I rubbed my prostate and rubbed and tweaked my nipples – fresh from more suction cup time on them – and wished I was at Doctor Wilson’s office so that his cock could be in me and Dr. Taylor’s cock could be in me too and that then there’d be this line of Therapy sessions partners with their cocks to fill me and… I made another mess in my panties.

 

I actually drifted off into sleep after that with that toy still sticking out of my butt!  I’m such a silly, silly sissy gurl!

 

My Monday therapy appointment with Doctor Wilson was wonderful, as usual.  He was positively beaming about the results of my Special Encounter Therapy session that past Friday.  Not only had I made wonderful progress but Dr. Taylor reported that my Therapy session partner had also gotten good results!  Go me!

 

I was almost bouncing up and down with enthusiasm waiting for Doctor Wilson to let me know when my first “drive to” Special Encounter Therapy session would be.  My Doctor noticed how emotional I was getting at that moment, fresh from my time on the Therapy machine in his office and my being still dressed in my stockings, garter belt, these cute little lacy white panties, and these gorgeous matching little white mesh lace gloves.  So, being the medical professional he is, my Doctor had me assume the Power Dynamics Enhancement Position and do my breathing exercises around his wonderful manly cock as he slowly rocked it back and forth across my light pink lipsticked lips.  Yum!

 

Once I’d calmed down enough – I’m such a silly, silly sissy gurl – he let me know that Thursday night would be it!  Yay!  And that I should pack work clothes for the next morning as I’d be staying overnight at Dr. Taylor’s office, most likely.  That the Special Encounter Therapy session would run as late as it usually does and then I’d make use of one of Dr. Taylor’s Therapy machines.  It’d be too late for me to then drive home on my own.  Yay!  That meant I’d be able to stay in sissy bliss the whole night!  The moment could only have been better if Doctor Wilson – my wonderful Doctor, I’m so lucky to have him treating me, I must always obey my Doctor so that my therapy will be effective – had spent his manly cum in mouth for me to savor.  A mouth full of cum is what us sissy gurls truly need and love to have!  But, he had to get busy with his day and was shooing me out of his office for me to go and get dressed.

 

Nurse Vicki walked me back to a room where I could change back into my drab and dull boy clothes again.  She noticed my eagerness – and perhaps a bit of telltale saliva on my cheeks – so she helped me out before I put Shelly away for the day.  No, her sweet little sissy clitty isn’t as wonderful as my Doctor’s manly cock.  But it tasted great just the same and her sissy cream was yummy.

 

I could barely endure the rest of the week until Thursday night after work.  I zipped over to Dr. Taylor’s and was smoothly through everything and there at the front desk in a flash.  Jennifer was on duty and handled things just as smoothly.  My little room keycard in hand I was soon walking down that corridor to the flashing light above one of its doors.  I knew it was a different room because it was a little bit further down the hallway but once inside, it looked exactly like all the others.  That was okay because I wasn’t there for the rooms I was there for my Therapy!  I was there to be cured of my crossdressing compulsions.  I was there to have a hot ‘n hard man drive his cock deep into my throat to cure me of my wanting to dress up as woman.  And that Therapy would continue when he pushed over into the bed and drove his manly cock into my sissy pussy until he came deep inside me!  My Therapy is working as I felt no twinge of guilt or shame or any inkling of being a homo about any of this!  I was just a crossdresser dealing with my issues in as strong and heterosexual a way as possible!

 

I followed Dr. Taylor’s instructions quite easily.  I was soon out of my dull and boring boy clothes and working myself back into Shelly in all her glory.  I douched myself again, just to be sure.  I had already done so before I left work but I wanted to be nice and clean for my Therapy session.  That done I also made sure I was nicely lubed up too!  My hose and suspenders went on next.  Then I snugged my panties up.  Then I pulled on my sexy black satin waist cincher.  My half-cup bra – which matched my panties, of course – was on next.  The saline expansion sessions must be really working well as the flesh there on my chest is now loose enough and has been expanded enough that it nicely fills the bra cups even when there’s no saline pumped under the skin!  Or maybe it’s the saline inflation and that special cream Doctor Wilson’s nurses rub onto my chest.  Whatever it is, I love it!  My sissy titties are super cute!  Not quite as big or as full as real breasts but they fill up the cups of my bras and give me some sexy cleavage for my Special Encounter Therapy session partners to enjoy!

 

I then squirmed myself into the night’s outfit.  Doctor Wilson had me take pictures of each of the outfits I have.  And I have bunch now!  He numbered each of them so he lets me know which outfit to wear for each session by just telling me the number.  My taste in dresses and outfits has gotten a lot better since I began Doctor Wilson’s Therapy.  I was initially pretty clueless in dressing like an actual lady.  I just put on things that made my sissy stick throb.  Well, there’s more to it than that.  Back then I’d wind up turned on alright but I looked like a guy in a dress.  Now I look far sexier.  I can actually “pass” now.  At least that’s what I think when I see my reflection in a mirror while I’m fully dressed.  Not that I’d try going out in public dressed up.  That would be too homo a thing for a straight guy like me to do.  But, when I’m in a Therapy session then it’s not only acceptable but it’s even better and more effective for my Therapy that my outfits match and that they’re as flattering – and sexy – for me and as feminine as they can be as well.

 

The deep blue off shoulder dress Doctor Wilson selected for me tonight was all of that!  I love how he takes charge of me by specifying how I’m supposed to dress even when he’s not present.  His Therapy is that well thought through!  The way this dress is cut it nicely shows off my sissy titties and how slim I’ve gotten myself thanks to all those nutrition shakes he’s prescribed for me. 

 

Then it’s on to doing my makeup.  Foundation, contouring, highlighting, then the eyes.  I’ve gotten really good at doing it all and doing it pretty quickly.  Not rushed, just confidently getting myself presentable as Shelly.  I secure the wig and then press on my nails.  I’d dearly love to get acrylics and have them styled.  But, that would be too much to have on at work.  So, press ons are it.  Luckily, none of my Special Encounter Therapy session partners have complained.  Or perhaps they’ve not even noticed as they’re too busy holding my head in place as they have me throat their cocks – their manly cocks – before putting those cocks into my sissy pussy!

 

A bit more tugging and pulling and checking and touching up and I’m packing away my makeup kit.  Then it’s out to the main room and picking up that phone.  I look myself over again as I wait for one of Dr. Taylor’s staff to pick up on the other end.  I think I look quite sexy in my dress.  That Restrictive Access Device makes only the slightest bulge there between my legs as it holds my sissy stick safely out of the way.  My dress flows over my curves nicely but not so tight that my Therapy session partner would have any trouble flipping it up over my pert ass cheeks – or of zipping me out of it entirely.  My legs look so very, very long and sexy in their sheer nylons and I’m quite steady in my four inch black stilettos.  I’m a sexy, sexy, silly, silly sissy gurl!

 

I perch myself on the bed facing the other door and await my Therapy session partner.  I’m not seated long as soon there’s a knock on that door and he enters.  Yum!  There’s something about a man in a suit and tie.  So… commanding.  Especially for a silly, silly sissy gurl like me.  Being commanded by a man – a real man – is what us sissy gurls truly need and love!

 

I smile and stand up to greet “Mr. Smith,” my Therapy session partner.  As part of Dr. Taylor’s Therapy approach, his patients need to maintain their confidentiality. 

 

“Hello Mr. Smith” I purr at him in my most feminine and sultry voice. “How can I serve you, sir?”

 

There’s not a lot of conversation that takes place during these Therapy sessions.  Not that I mind at all!  And tonight’s Therapy session was no exception.  Mr. Smith swept me up into his arms in a wonderfully manly embrace.  His lips quickly upon mine.  I swoon when a man – a real man – does that with me.  It’s what us sissy gurls truly need and love! 

 

His hands were running all up and down my body and that always makes me purr.  My hands were running across his body as well.  Quickly enough I found his belt buckle and then his zipper.  His grip upon my buns was wonderful as he squeezed them so nicely.  He then roamed his hands to my front and worked my breasts up over my dress top.  My hands had found their prize as he found his.  I was fondling his cock – his manly cock – as he fondled my breasts.  Yum!  The sensations zinging through me as he worked my nipples and pawed at my breasts were wonderful!  My working his cock in my hands was having its effect on him as he was getting nicely hard.

 

Soon I felt that wonderful pressure of his hands upon my shoulders and I sank to my knees in response.  My mouth was soon full of his wonderful manly cock.  Once I got it wet enough that I was able to bring it all inside me I made sure to look up at him as I swallowed his sword.  He had to lean a bit forward so he could watch me around his belly as I sucked on his cock.  His smile and happy noises were all the encouragement I needed.

 

“Yes girl, that’s it.  Suck your man’s cock!  Yes, good girl!  Yes…” he said to me as man – a real man – would say to sexy sissy gurl pleasing him.  I love it when a man – a real man – talks to me that way!  It’s what us sissy gurls truly need and love to hear!

 

Soon enough I had him nicely hard and could taste his precum as I worshiped his cock.  I popped it out of my mouth and pouted up at him; “Oh daddy, you’re nice and hard.  Will you fuck me, please?  Please, daddy!  I need your cock inside me!”

 

He quickly helped me up to my feet and kissed me as his hands found the zipper on my dress and pulled it down.  I shimmied out of it and let it fall to the floor around my ankles.  I was happy that this Therapy session partner had no problem unpopping my bra so that he could feast on my breasts.  My nipples were nice and perky and aching for his touch.  I moaned as he kissed them ran his teeth across them, his arms around me and his hands groping my ass cheeks so wonderfully.  I sighed happily in his embrace.  Just as a sexy sissy gurl should!

 

I took a breath of his manly smelling aftershave as I began helping him out of his jacket and then off with his tie and soon we were in bed together. He was kissing me, kissing my breasts, running his hands along my nylon clad thighs, and soon his cock – his manly cock – was pushing against my sissy pussy’s opening.  I arched myself up to him and soon he was in me.  I love that sensation of a man putting his cock into me.   It’s what us sissy gurls truly need and love to have inside us!

 

The way his belly pressed on my little clitty felt wonderful.  My clitty was securely tucked away in one of Doctor Wilson’s RADs.  And it was also under the lovely panties I had on.  The chrome of the RAD looked quite nice under the black lace of the panties.  “Mr. Smith” didn’t seem to notice or wasn’t bothered by the presence of the Restrictive Access Device as it held everything nicely out of the way for him to plow his wonderfully manly cock into my sissy pussy.  The pressure was slightly uncomfortable for me so I made a note – amidst the overall bliss of Mr. Smith’s cock filling my sissy pussy and making me happy as a silly sissy gurl should be when getting fucked by a real man – that I needed an even smaller RAD.

 

I didn’t have much time to ponder that further – why was I wanting a smaller cage for my cock? – as my Special Encounter Therapy Session partner shifted and took hold of my ankles to lever me up for deeper fucking.  And fuck deeper he did!  He began pounding himself into me as he strongly gripped my ankles and spread my legs.  He made my beautiful sissy titties bounce with each thrust as he bottomed out inside me.  I could feel his ballsac slap against my butt cheeks as he filled me with his glorious cock.  I whimpered and mewed with pleasure as I ran my hands across his torso.  This was a man – a real man – having his was way with a silly sissy gurl.  Just like how a man – a real man – should do.  And I, that silly sissy gurl, was reacting just as a silly sissy gurl should react; I loved it!

 

My sissy clitty was leaking steadily and making quite the wet spot in my panties.  I drew my hands back from Mr. Smith’s torso and began caressing my jiggling breasts and then tweaking my nipples.  Mr. Smith seemed to like that so I began twisting my nipples more intensely and also cooing at him to fuck me harder and deeper.  Which he did!  I’m such a lucky gurl!  A lucky silly sissy gurl!

 

All too soon my man was making those sort of noises I know so well!  I began flexing my ass muscles – doing my “Kegels” as the femmy nurses at Dr. Wilson’s taught me – to help coax that climax out of my Therapy partner.  He moaned and arched his back as I did so.  Two or three more thrusts and I felt him begin cumming inside my sissy pussy.  I was, once again, being ravished by a real man who I had turned on so much that he was filling me with his cum.  I loved it!  This was what us sissy gurls truly need and love to have happen to us!  His cumming inside me was wonderful!  It set my whole body aglow.  My nipples were super hard and I loving the warmth and pleasure flowing through me.  I knew I was close to climaxing myself but not quite there yet.  My Special Encounter Therapy session partner had cum too quickly for me to be ready to join him.  But that was fine.  I was in the role of a silly sissy gurl and that role is to put pleasing her man first and foremost.  My not climaxing was actually a good thing as it was all part of my therapy.  And that meant my therapy was working!  I felt enormously accomplished and satisfied at all of that even as my Therapy session partner let go of my legs and put his full weight onto me.  Clearly, he too was spent from the intensity of the Therapy session.

 

We basked in the afterglow of that intensity.  Being the silly sissy gurl that I was, my basking was a bit longer lived than his.  Soon enough though I rolled myself out from under him and scampered off to the bathroom.  I used one facecloth to wipe up the mess around my sissy pussy as I then popped in the butt plug I’d brought for just this moment. Then I soaked another face cloth and was soon kneeling between my Therapy partner’s legs as I wiped away the mix of lube and manly cum that was on his real man’s cock.

 

In almost no time he was up and fully dressed.  I helped him with his tie and was rewarded with a kiss on my lips and a swat on my pert sissy ass cheeks.  I giggled and thanked him for it – as was only right for a silly sissy gurl like me to do.  Then he was off back through the door that he’d first entered through.

 

I was fixing up my makeup when the room phone rang.  It was one of Doctor Taylor’s staff asking if I was ready for my time in the Therapy Machine!  What a wonderfully smooth operation Dr. Taylor had running!  Soon one of Dr. Taylor’s staff was escorting to another door down the hallway and into a room with a Therapy machine just like in Dr. Wilson’s office.  She gave me some pills to “help clear your silly little sissy head” for the therapy and a special energy drink to recover from the exertions of the Special Encounter Therapy session.  She then set me up in the Therapy machine and I was blissing out to the wonderful images and scents and sounds just like in Dr. Wilson’s office.

 

All too soon it was the next morning and time for me to get back into boy mode.  I wanted another Special Encounter Therapy session!  I wanted to see if Dr. Taylor’s cock was anywhere near as wonderful as Dr. Wilson’s.  I wanted to stay as Shelly!  But, I had to get to work.  Working was what paid for my therapy and I needed that therapy if I was ever to be cured of my crossdressing compulsions.

 

Jennifer was back at the front desk to see me off.  I was actually thankful for that as I was still so deep in being Shelly that it might’ve been awkward had Dr. Taylor been there.  I know we both would’ve handled it appropriately as neither of us are fags.  But I found it easier at that point with my mental state to only have to deal with a very attractive woman at the front desk while my mind was still swimming from how effective my sissy therapy session had been.  Jennifer seemed to be understanding and I was soon taking the elevator back down to the garage and driving off to work.  By the time I’d pulled into my dull little office cubical I was fully back into my Steven self and felt but a low yearning for Shelly to come back out.

 

I had a handle on it however.  And that meant my Therapy was working!  This, even if it didn’t feel as good as the way a man’s hands felt gripping my ankles to spread my nylon clad legs as he put his real man’s cock inside my sissy pussy would feel.  I sighed and shook my head to help clear my thoughts.  I couldn’t be a silly sissy gurl all the time.  That would mean I was actually a homo and I knew I wasn’t that at all.  But I needed to be cured of even those silly sissy gurl thoughts.  So, it meant more Therapy.  Which meant more Special Encounter Therapy sessions and more cocks filling me up!

 

I was a difficult morning and afternoon but, I somehow made it through the day and did so without any embarrassments.  Which I caught myself several times thinking how sexy some of my coworkers did look in their shirts and ties.  Yes, it was corporate drag and all that but they looked every bit the real men in their suits.  Just the sort of men that Shelly would love to kneel before and pleasure with her glossed lips and silly sissy gurl mouth.

 

I rushed home at day’s end and eagerly shed my boy drag clothing.  I decided to do a full sissy faggot look just to get it out of my system.  I got all dolled up and went extra heavy on the makeup.  I teased out my oldest wig and got the biggest bra I had and overstuffed it.  After I’d douched I lubed up and lined up several of my biggest dildos.  I put on some of the worst sissy porn videos I still had and got the latest of Dr. Wilson’s CDs lined up.  I wasn’t sure what was in them but I knew that for some reason I was always more turned on listening to them than otherwise.  I knew I’d be working myself up pretty intensely so I made sure to have not one but two of Dr. Wilson’s special nutrition shakes before I had my playtime.

 

I ached to cum.  That I hadn’t during the Special Encounter Therapy session was probably why I was so distracted all day.  Well, I made sure to take care of that!

 

Even so, it took me a while.  In fact, it took me until I’d my largest and longest dildo balls deep up my sissy pussy while I was throating one of my bigger ones.  I’d figured out how to place on the floor the one going up my sissy pussy and the one I wanted to throat on the wall mirror in front of me.  I’d set up another mirror to one side so I could watch as I spit roasted myself. 

 

It took a while but it was worth it.  I was so close for so long.  I slipped my fingers under my overstuffed bra and began working my distended nipples.  My sissy clitty flopped back and forth in its RAD and that helped build the sex energy in me.  I looked at my image in the mirror and saw a silly sissy gurl desperately filling herself full of cocks.  I rocked back and forth between the two and, eventually, lost myself into the fantasy.

 

I fantasized that the two cocks weren’t just real but one was Dr. Wilson and the other was Dr. Taylor and this was some new form of therapy for me.  That that more they fucked me the bigger my sissy titties would become.  That the more they came down my throat and up my sissy pussy the happier a silly sissy gurl I would be.

 

I fantasized that the next step in my Therapy was to be a gang bang sissy slut.  That I’d be locked in place and “forced” to serve cocks – real men’s cocks – one after the other.  That I’d lose all track of time as there was an endless number of men and their cocks to fill me at both ends.  That my tits would get bigger and more beautiful as they fucked me.  That the more men I pleased the better a silly sissy gurl I would be.

 

I’d glanced at the shemale porn I had playing and it was a video of some beautiful gurl with big bouncing breasts.  Her face was as sculpted as the rest of her body and she was a beautiful sissy gurl.  She was on her back with a strong handsome man holding her legs up as he filled her with his real man’s cock.  She was squealing with joy at being fucked by a real man.  Her squeals became muffled as another well muscled stud pushed his cock past her puffed lips and began skull fucking her.  The gurl’s sissy clitty flopped back forth in rhythm to their fucking her and it drooled a string of precum with each of their thrusts.  She was as helpless as she was gorgeous and as gorgeous as she was in bliss.

 

I wished that was me. I wished I had sissy tits that big.  I wished I had a sculpted face like that.  I wished I had two men taking me and filling me with their real men’s cock.  I tweaked my nipples extra hard and flexed my sissy pussy against that giant dildo inside and… I came.  It was enough.  It was more than enough.  My climax exploded through me as my mind was filled with images of my being a big breasted silly sissy fuck toy for real men.  I was ecstatic at that thought and my sissy clitty squirted and squirted despite the cage on it.

 

I rolled off the huge plastic cock in my ass as I let the other one out of my throat.  I eventually crawled into bed without bothering to even try and clean up the mess.  My ass was gaping and I could feel the lube drooling out of it.  That turned me on as I imagined it was the cum from all the men who’d gang banged me.  The shemale porn was on loop so I drifted off to sleep with the sounds Dr. Wilson’s CD’s playing in the background and the sounds of one sissy gurl squealing and climaxing as one real man after another fucked her to bliss.  It was a wonderful way to drift into slumber. 

 

Through it all, I knew my Therapy was working!  That it wouldn’t be much longer before I was cured of my crossdressing compulsions and could get back to being the completely normal heterosexual straight male that I was.  I just had to get bigger sissy tits and have more real men put their manly cocks into me and fill me with their manly cum first.  I smiled at that thought as I drifted to sleep.