I was now totally focused on one thing:beginning my transition to womanhood.Things were just beginning to fall into place when I got the life-changing...news from the results of some routine blood work that was donebefore I was to go on hormones: it looked like I had cancer. Somefollow-up blood work and a CT scan confirmed the diagnosis.I still felt just fine, but it had already metastasized to my liver, andappeared to be in my lymph nodes as well. They would do what they couldto control my pain. Grey felt sensations unlike anything he had ever felt jerking off or fucking. Warmth, pressure, tingling, and a sensation of fulfillment that moved all inside him and made his body loose control. No, not his body. A WOMAN’S body! His mind reeled. He was feeling a woman’s body. He was feeling what it felt like to be a chick! Then Grey came! “Oh FUCK! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! Wha….dude. DUDE! FUCKING DUDE!” Grey came but it was a million times more sensitive than any orgasm he had ever had and it. “Well, they gotta’ go bitch,” he says as he yanks them, tugging them tight against me. He is making me a little bit worried now as I hear the fabric tear and rip. He pulls them away and reaches around to stuff them remnants into my mouth. I can feel him pressing against my bottom now and to my amazement he is still rock hard. I silently thank myself for lubing up just before he appeared. However, he seems concerned and squirts some lubricant from my dressing table on my boi pussy. “Don’t wanna’. I'm not really a tit guy, but her tits were nice, and her nipples were big and hard. I had some fun with her cute tits, as we talked about that day and her going home. She didn't want to leave, but still lived with her parents, and staying the night would be an issue. As bad as it sucks she had to go. She blew me before leaving, but we made plans to hook up later.That night I took her to a bar that I frequent so I knew she wouldn't get carded. The bartended is a friend, and he knew there was no.