Just than her doorbell rang. Excited for trick or treaters, she got up straightened her costume. She was dressed up as the slave Princess Leia. The s...impy costume was only a brass brassiere fastened over the neck and behind the back with string, a brass thong g-string panty, a red silk loincloth, and leather high-heeled boots. There were other various adornments she added, including a snake arm-wrap and two bracelets. Last, there was the chain and collar. She knew she looked good, her body was. Then shecame up to him and leaned into him and kissed him. After she finishedshe said in a mock serious tone that he had a new boss now though andthen turned back to finish what she was doing. She liked the look on hisface when she did that.She thought it looked like it was a cross between being hit between theeyes with a two by four and some degree of rapture at the idea. Shegiggled to herself privately, she had already experienced that sensationas both a man and a woman so she could relate. " I sobbed."Maybe you should try living instead?" I can't live. I can't be the girl I think I am. I can't survive as theboy everyone thinks I am. I ... what's the use." I stood up, and tookhold of the railing that was the only thing separating me from a fallinto the river below."There's plenty of use, hon," the policewomen said."What use?" I cried."How old are you?" Nine ... Nineteen." The use is what might happen when you're twenty. Or forty, or sixty, orhowever long your lifespan turns out. I looked like I did way back pre-puberty, except for the considerable size of my swollen cock.The whole time she was shaving me, she was working nude. I was fascinated by her skill shaving me, but had also enjoyed checking her out considerably as well. When she turned away from me to replace her razor, and put away the dirty towel, I was able to enjoy a long gaze at her tight ass. She had those proverbial legs that went "all the way up" and her butt was tight and one of the best rear ends I had.