He’s furious

As Nicole was sucking her third cock at the tattoo parlor, Jim’s eyes fluttered open. The first thing he did was grab his imaginary boobs. He jumped up.

“But I’m not a woman. I got a wife and I got a penis!” Jim shouted. He made a fist and took a step toward Mary Kate.

Instinctively she held up her vibrator in defense. She screamed, “10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1. Sleep!”

Jim’s eyes closed and he fell back onto the sofa.

“You love tits, don’t you, I’m?”

“Yes,” he sighed.

“You live tits so much that you’ve always wanted them. Don’t you agree?”

Jim paused. He was unsure how to answer.

Mary Kate turned on her vibrator and rubbed it on Jim’s crotch.

“That feels good, Jim.”

Jim moaned.

“You love your tits, boobs, breasts!”

“Yes.”

“You want tits, boobs, breasts.”

“Yes,” Jim said enjoying the vibrations on his cock.

“In fact, it makes you feel so feminine. You love to be feminine now!” insisted Mary Kate.

Distracted by the vibrating sensation, Jim agreed completely.

“You are feminine now.”

“Yeth,” Jim said with a newly developed lisp.

“You’re so feminine that you’re embarrassed by your penis, not your boobs.”

“Yeth, ma’am,” Jim said meekly.

Mary Kate moved the vibrator from his crotch to hers. Femininizing Jim was turning her on immensely.

“Wake up,” she said breathing heavy.

Jim opened his eyes. His entire demeanor changed. He lowered his eyes and drew his knees close together.

“Thank you, doctor,” Jim said softly and shyly. “I’ll be going. Sorry to bother you.”