And When I Return Ch. 05

And just like that, Jason became Anna once again. He sat once again, ensuring that his knees and ankles were properly positioned and his free hand in his lap over the gaff that was struggling mightily against his penis. His other hand held the wine from which he took several large unfeminine gulps. Diane did not chastise him this time.

After a few moments she addressed him curiously, "Anna, I want to talk to Jason briefly."

He looked at her with absolute confusion.

"Jason, that was a nice kiss. But it was really from Anna. I feel that you have to know and keep in mind that you will never penetrate me sexually. That would dishonor Jenna and my Fiona. Here you will be Anna and nothing more, nothing less. I will penetrate you as often as I wish, but there is no reversal of that. Do I make myself clear?"

Jason looked at her, bewildered, and answered, "Of course ma'am." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Fiona gaze at Diane with deep love.

This was one of those moments when he considered removing himself from the asylum, but of course he could not.

They ate, drank lots more wine, even smoked some weed before the sun disappeared in the west, conversation flowing freely and naturally among them. It was only 1030 when Diane and Fiona went hand-in-hand to bed. Anna finished the last of his wine and walked somewhat unsteadily to his room where he stripped everything off except his corset and bra, panties and wig. His sleep was uninterrupted by anything that night. It was a blank, memory-erasing slumber.