He was big enough to not have to worry about where he positioned it. Anywhere would have done, especially in my cunt that seemed to suck pleasure from...fresh air at times.I felt the build-up start. My eyes closed, my elbows tucked into the base of the stair, my face resting on one step higher, my breasts crying out for the attention they weren’t going to get in that position. His cock fucked me. I started to whisper into the carpet, “my hair, my hair.”I didn’t think he heard me say those words,. My heart was racing wildly on its way into my throat. Scared? You bet Iwas. I didn't want this in the first place, I liked being a man, always had.But I also knew it had to be done if I was to survive the people who wouldmost definitely be looking to kill me. I remember nothing of the firsthypno-therapy session I took, as I expected, nor did I notice any differenceafterwards, not yet at least. I'll not go into a lot of specific details ofthe actual physical changes I went through, only a few of. “Good you're still taking your medication that's a good girl” he says while he runs his hands down my stomach and spins me around with my hips. He fondles my ass smacking one then the other and finally bites me, this one around is going to hurt. Obviously he's getting anxious because he starts to pull me down and I feel him guide his cock into my ass but he stops me when the head is in and asks “Does your little roommate know what a little slut you are? Because if you don't send me a text of. " Haha, well, my names Jason, first off. Secondly, I can show you what I mean." His hands have found my waist, and he's pulled me closer already.I can feel a tremor go through my body, just thinking of how my plan worked and I start to feel a push against my crotch. "Well, I'm Andrea... and sure?" Still playing my innocent card, though he is about to find out I'm far from innocent. He lets go of my waist and slaps my ass, "Run into the woods... I'll catch ya." Thinking to myself that that is a.