Fantasy Gone Bad

Things that seem neat in your fantasies sometimes turn out not to be so
neat if the fantasy becomes reality.

My fantasy was being forcibly feminized by a woman. I had a stash of
women's clothes, and whenever I was out of town on business, I would sneak
some things into my luggage. My fantasies, imagined in my motel room as I
jerked off, were memorable. But I wanted more....

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I came home from work that Friday and called out, as usual, "Honey, I'm
home!"

But she was right there in the living room, and there was that look on her
face that I knew spelled trouble.

"Sit down, James. We've got to talk."

Oh-oh. I'm usually Jim; James means real trouble. I sat down.

"I've been looking in your computer, James." My heart leapt up. Was this
it? "I found all your encrypted files. You know, using `jim' as a key
wasn't a very smart idea.
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