“I said we can all hear you, all your sex and what not, not everyone wants to hear your little blond girl scream all the time”. “I thought you w...re out getting coffee?” I ask, not really sure what else to say.“I came back right around the time you decided to start fucking your little friend right next to the door. Either shove a sock in her mouth or take it somewhere else!”.“JUST WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” I hear Jemma say from behind me. I look back, and see her standing with her. I was also wearing makeup and heels.I did not know what was going on.I felt sexy and vulnerable in the clothes and make up.Yes, I was male again although I was still wearing women's underwear.I was singing and dancing to some song without knowing either the movesor the words, then diving in to a swimming pool. This was scary as Iwas neither a singer nor a dancer nor could I swim. In my dream, though,I could do all three. Then Janet kissed me and ducked me under the waterlike I was her. Give me your cock!"Coming forward, he mashed his mushroom head against my pussy, wetting it and pushing inside. It was hard not to cry out when he sunk fully into me, impaling me with his impossibly hard cock. I wanted it so bad the discomfort of the bench no longer mattered, nor did the semi-squat position to fuck me matter much to him. His face was one part amazement and two parts dirty craving. The feel of fucking him and the secret urgency in doing it was so intoxicating that I quickly. I wanted to be a girl more than ever. I eventhought about sneaking into the kitchen after everyone was asleep,getting the biggest knife I could find and cutting off this thing I hadbetween my legs. That gross thing that kept me from being a girl. LuckilyI never did. I found out later that if I had, it might have prevented mefrom being considered for my SRS.I started having dreams of being a girl and getting married to Steve. Inmy dreams, I would walk down the aisle of the church in a white.