.. I moan into the gag as this thought makes myimprisoned penis try to get erect, failing miserably and uncomfortably init's permanently bent down and...compressed state... On with my pleasantlyuncomfortable task!Finally, vacuuming is done. I am getting tired, and I wish I could sitdown and rest - but I cannot, and not just because I have a lot to do.The long glass dildo is half-buried inside my ass and the other endsticking out of me for good ten inches like a tail, making it impossibleto sit on. So I'd thought I was a fag, right? You can't be a boy forever and then just wake up one day and be a girl. It doesn't work and probably that was why I'd felt so broken sometimes.That was starting to make sense and I smiled underneath the hot shower.I'd been thinking like a boy and trying to be a boy, even though I'd been changing. It was like when I got my first period. I knew for sure I wasn't a boy then, but I'd fought it and ignored it, and just told myself I was still a boy inside and my. In theother direction." Oh?" She gave him an imperious look. "But I've noticed that you'reenjoying your new identity, girl." I'm..." He pressed his lips together. "Not exactly." But to some degree. I noticed just now that you hesitated before tryingto contradict me. It certainly sounded like you didn't want to fightback. And I'm confident that you've come to enjoy the feel of girlyclothes, like you have on now, against your skin. Can you deny that thetouch of the petticoats is. They sat me in the car as before, and the driver turned around and was Paul. He sprayed something in the face of each of the men that knocking them out. He came to the back and removed my wrist and ankle straps and handed me some clothing.It had been so long since I’d worn anything that I fumbled with the clothes, but Paul quickly helped me get dressed. He produced a key that unlocked the collar, which he quickly put on one of the men. He led me over to another car, opened the passenger door.