A couple of times they had caught me with painted toes and not said anything. I just don’t think they thought much of it. I knew if I came out as pr...tty much a girl, they wouldn’t treat me any differently. I was pretty much one of the girls anyway. ‘I’ll paint my toes. I don’t think my finger nails are long enough.’ It was true, every time I tried growing them out I’d give in to temptation and start biting them. ‘I have fake nails for you babe, I can bring some stuff just to give you a bit more. Or who's you wound up in. But now thatwe're not physically the people we were before, I know that the way Ifeel for you IS very real. It's not just a physical attraction. And I'dlike to be there for you now, to help you adjust to ... well, alifestyle I once knew myself." Carol, I'm going to lose this weight," I instinctively replied.He laughed. "Of course you are, honey," said Carol. "That's what Ialways told myself as well. But maybe you're a better man ... erm ... orwoman than I was. That's. What about you?"The stranger grunted and pulled his cock out of my mouth and climbed on top of me. He was fat and smelled of stale sweat and his weight pinned me down to the bed."Oh yes, fuck me! Fuck me with that fat cock of yours." I begged him. The smell of sweat was overpowering, making my head spin. I was visualizing some gross old truck driver, someone really rough and disgusting looking, as his knob parted the folds of my cunt. This must be what it feels like to be a real whore, I. I thought she might force away from my grasp, but she was too weak, emotionally and sexually to move away from me.Me: Did you fall for my prank lovely? You are my sweetie, my soul, and my bitch. Don’t falsify yourself believing the joke I just said before.Pragya tried to keep my gaze away, and her face which was ready to cry started smiling at me. I tiny speck of tears was visible. After a lot of consolations and sugary words, we were back at parity.Pragya: Deepak, promise me we will get.