Perhaps I should explain.I was born a boy; I am still a man but I look and live as a woman. When Ireached puberty, I developed a compulsion to wear so...e of my mother'sclothes with a mixed sense of shame and pleasure. Then one day, I wasspending time with my best friend Charlotte when she sensed my fondnessfor girls' clothes. I am not sure how, she said it was female intuition.We were very close as friends, so I was not taken aback and I quicklyadmitted to my desires, relieved I now had somebody. In fact, I seemed to be trying to keep him hard. I even laid my warm hand on his leg and squeezed gently. “Look at me now, Arjun. That’s right, darling boy. There’s no need to be ashamed of what you have in your pants. All boys your age get big stiff hard-on when they see things like what you saw in that book. Those pictures are really quite stimulating, aren’t they, Arjun?” “They sure are, Aunty.” The boy felt my hand moving slowly up his leg, getting closer and closer to his crotch. His cock. I'm just going to tell you everything." Nate took a deep breath before continuing. "You know a lot of what's been going on, but there are some parts you don't. You know about Lizzie coming here and talking to me." Of course." So, I told you what we talked about, and she told you some things too. But what I'm guessing she didn't tell you is that I didn't just talk to her. And I didn't just coach her through masturbation." She told me, Dad. She said she basically threw herself at you and that you. Especially now that uncomfortable twinge had faded, leaving only intense pleasure. He obeyed her command, slamming into her as he snarled. It was too much, too thick, too hard, but Megan didn’t want it to be just enough. She wanted too much. She mewled and cried out as he plunged into her, making the bed groan and thump. He bared his teeth and snarled and she snarled back, surprised when he kissed her a moment later, open-mouthed and hungry. She kissed him back, sinking her fingers into his.