i told Mistress about my encounter with Lucy when she picked me up and collected my takings. She laughed and said that this could be my own project if i liked. We could see how much i had learned from her and Susan. Susan agreed that Emily Jo could join in if she liked.

i rang Lucy last Thursday night and arranged to go to her flat on Saturday afternoon. He explained that it was round the back of his mother's house, and she ould be out all weekend. She was so nervous, but i could feel the excitement in her voise as well. i knew what she was feeling, what she wanted; i also knew how to unlock it for her. i had a feeling of power, and felt a sudden dampness in my panties.

"I'll be round at  two in the afternoon", i said. "Make sure you are shaved smooth all over, and fully dressed, as pretty as you can be".

"I will" she said in a small voice. i could just imagine how hard her little cock clitty would be.

Mistress dropped me at the house on Saturday afternoon. i was wearing a pink tube top, PVC mini, seamed black stockings and a pair of red heels.  Mistress had released my clitty, and i revelled in the feeling of it being controlled by the red satin panties i was wearing. i walked round to the back door, laughing at the idea of entering through the rear and rang the bell. Lucy was clearly waiting for me, as it opened quickly and she ushered me in.

She was wearing a long, blonde curly wig, a white satin blouse, a knee length skirt, black nylons and strappy heels. i could tell she was a sissy wearing her mother's clothes. She stood nervously as i looked her up and down.

"Have you shaved as i said?"

"Yes" she said.

"Yes, Miss Jessica!" i said sternly.

"Yes Miss Jessica!"

"Did it make you feel good?"

"So good, Miss Jessica" and i could see it had.

"Ho do those nylons feel against your shaved legs, Lucy?"

"They feel so good, so sexy"

"Just imagine a man running his hands up them!"

She did, and horror and excitement chaseed themselves over her face. "Oh Miss Jessica, I am not gay. I am a transvestite, and just because I like to wear women's clothes doesn't make me gay".

i laughed, and led her to the sofa, where we sat down.

"You're not gay, Lucy" i said reassuringly. "You are sitting with me wearing a lovely blouse and skirt, nylons you love, a beautiful pair of heels and, I think some lovely sexy panties. Am i right?"

"Yes, Miss Jessica"

"Of course I am. Tell me, Lucy, what kind of person wears those things?"

"G..girls, Miss Jessica".

"Yes. And what sort of name is Lucy?"

"I..its a girl's name, Miss Jessica". i rested my hand on her knee, and slid it under her skirt. She sat transfixed.

"Of course, it is. What does all that make you?" my hand found the tops of her stockings. Her bretathing was becoming laboured.

"It,,it makes me a girl, Miss Jessica". My fingers brushed the front of her panties, as i bent towards her and kissed her. She groaned, stiffened, and then returned the kiss. i took one of her hands and moved it up my legs, under the skirt, and placed it on my hard clitty. i lent back to give her better access. She didn't try to move her hand. i could see the sissy hunger in her eyes, and i kne i had her.

"We.re both girls, sweetie. Girls get fucked, don't they Lucy?" i said.

"Yes, Miss Jessica. They..we get fucked by men".