Mistress is helping me become the gurl of my dreams. I'm bent over a table, my white panty pulled down to the tops of my matching stockings, exposing my behind. My petticoat and black maid's skirt is pulled up above my waist. My poor behind is sore and red, Mistress finished taking her hairbrush to it only moments ago.

Right now I can feel the line of her body all along my own. She is bent over me, holding me, matching my body with her own. She is whispering encouragement into my ear, holding my head in her hands, helping to direct me as I take the cock before me into my sissy mouth. I hope that my new-found femininity is pleasing to her.