He lay on his back under an open window looking at the ceiling. Suddenly tears streamed down his face and he felt himself rocked with emotion. Missing...his mother’s funeral, the riots on the yard and losing his c***dren to the state all combined to make his soul scream, and as his essence bellowed he heard a knock on the door. He turned the door handle and pulled finding himself face-to-face with the last person he could have ever imagined, Leslie McCoy. “What the fuck you doin’ here?” , Jay. But to feel like a woman. To wander outside where the cool breeze could caresshis shaven legs. Creep up beneath his skirt and kiss the nether land betweenhis legs. Yes. The thrill. The sensations! Could he pull it off? Could he reallypass as a woman? Another look in the mirror. Yes! He could... No, he couldn't. Too many peoplehe would know. What to do? He strolled around his room catching glances of himself in various mirrors. "Actlike a woman. A confidant woman. Be a woman." Who would know? He. Without a word she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. He was surprised by the insistence and strength of it and clasped her in his arms, too.“You will come home to me,” she said boldly. It was not a question, not even a request. It was an order from an impassioned woman who could not bear for her man to be away from her for long.He nodded firmly and was dismayed that a tear had escaped her left eye and ran down her cheek.“Don’t worry,” he said stroking her cheek and wiping away the tear. Ich habe allerdings auch Freunde, die mich morgens schon immer vor der Schule anschreiben, ob sie die ersten sein dürfen, weil sie genau das nicht wollen. Mir ist aber auch aufgefallen, dass es Typen gibt, die genau darauf stehen. Die finden es geil, wenn ich Ihnen erzähle wieviele Jungs mich schon gefickt haben. Oder die wollen als letztes an einem Tag ran, damit schon etliche Spermaladungen in meiner Pussy sind, wenn sie ihren Schwanz reinschieben.Ich habe wegen meinem "Hobby" auch nicht so.