." Chris attempted, but failed."Oh, I wouldn't bother trying to talk Chrissie dear, your throat is still *really* tender."Chris drifted back to sleep,...and eventually woke up enough to manage to indicate he wanted to get up off the bed. Slowly his bandages were removed, bit-by-bit, and Chris gawked in horror at his body. He was small. Really small. Like a little girl who hadn't quite hit puberty yet, or was maybe about to. A little girl. He'd just referred to himself as a likeness to a little. I slowly go down to her navel and kissed all over there and go to down and I removed her leggings she did not wear any panties inside (we already planned) and I smelled her pussy hooooo its amazing after that I kissed near her pussy area oh my god her pussy is awesome because she is keep it that very neatly clean shaven and its smelling like a flower after see that I didn’t control my self I start to fingering and massaged with my fingers.And I kissed her inner thighs for tease her she opened. ” I sighed, “Fine. Chrissy helped me with my toga. We picked the purple sheet to match my bra. Hers was flawless. She’s flawless. Tall, leggy brunette with perky little breasts, a tight ass, and gorgeous. Next to her I’m short and dumpy.” “You’re not dumpy,” said Owen. “But I am short. Being a blonde means I’m constantly overcoming the stereotype of being a stupid nymphomaniac who’s only interested in a sugar-daddy or being a trophy wife. I’ve busted my ass for four years and will be walking. "He swallowed a little and seemed a little placated by that, indicating he hadn't exactly understood what she had meant."I mean, you never ever really had any sort of a chance at being a man, I always hoped for your sake that puberty would be generous to you, and it was, just... Not in the ways most young boys hope it would."He scoffed a little, but tears were now once more running freely down his cheeks, "Oh, then how exactly was it generous?" Sweetie you're so beautiful! I don't know how you.