Or I guess the appropriate wordwould be 'felt' about it...because it felt real...and feelings were somuch more real than reality. Besides, if I had a ...ussy, I had to havebreasts, and if I had breasts it made since I had a pussy. I was dizzychasing myself deeper and deeper down a vicious circle jerk until my braingave up even trying to work it out and deferred to my body's infinitewisdom...I should have been worried. Sex as a sissy had been overwhelming back whenI was still technically a man,. I think I'm gonna have to teach these two up-market cunts a lesson."Max grinned and obeyed. Fiona tried to pull her daughter from Al's grasp. He backhand the woman across the side of her head and she sat down hard on the bearskin. When Max returned, carrying the whip—a thin rod covered with braided leather, frayed and tattered at the tip—Fiona was dazedly struggling to her feet."No!" she cried as Al took the old whip from Max and gave Juliette's buttocks a firm, but not damaging, cut."No. Stop.. He soon drifted into a comfortable sleep. Suddenly, in his peaceful slumber, he became embroiled in a crashing nightmare of shouts, bright lights, loud noises and beeping sounds. Pain jolted his body and he began sweating and fighting for breath until he awoke again to the peace of the orange world. He turned to the twin moons and gulped in the air, willing himself to calm from his sweating panic. This had happened twice before. He felt confused and stared at the amber moons. As he calmed he. I saw Julie pick out some real classy clothes sometimes, though she almost always put them back, and they included some items I was surprised she even considered, because they weren't nearly as conservative as what she normally wore. I was slow to pick up on it at first, but boy lights started going on for me when I realized what was happening.This was the road not taken, a side to Julie she never got to explore, though like every woman in America, those classic feminine images were always all.