I always envied mygirlfriends' bodies--at sixteen and a half, my hormones were raging likecrazy. My twelve year-old sister Paula was jumping up and do...n withexcitement. "I want to try to be a boy! Can we try that, Dan?"I smiled. "I want to try it too, but remember what the man said--it onlyworks once. That means, if you turn yourself into a boy, it won't work againon you. You'll be a boy for the rest of your life. I guess we should checkwith Mom and Dad." I guess so too." Paula hung her head in. "I closed my eyes again and concentrated on not moving, feeling his fingers massaging my entrance slowly. He leaned forward, I could feel his lips close to my opening, I heard him inhale slowly and part my legs farther, tipping my hips forward. The humid air in the bathroom seemed to thicken, my breathing was coming in long deep rasps, and my motions seemed sluggish as if I was moving through honey. He made soft soothing sounds in Portuguese which I didn't entirely hear or understand. He raked. I could see light between them and globules of sweat; I stroked the sweat away.I went to a folder that I call my ‘admirers’; people, but mostly men who have sent me messages and photos of themselves and always with their cocks out, hard and in various stages of wetness. I love it, I love cocks, but most especially I love sperm or cum, my imagination runs wild and I think mostly about being taken, about being dominated by these men and their powerful ‘weapons’. I sit their and become aware my. No one bid for the first two sold. They would go back to stock and sold at a low price, if anyone would be interested in them. Otherwise they would suffer the fate that all sex slaves fear: They would be freed. Now I am getting worried. The auctioneer is terrible. Those boys should have gone for a good price. I am worried because I am average average. I have average height, weight and dick size. I do have blond hair, but this group has 4 blonds in it, so I average there. What can I do? The next.