Instead I'm stuck with these implants 24/7.Strangely, they no longer feel foreign to me as they once did.Reluctantly, I've come to accept them as part...of my own body. Enoughabout that though, it's time to get back to my bath.I close my eyes once again as I gently slide my finger into theprosthetic. I instantly begin to tremble in reaction to the touch. Thistime my fantasy is a little different. Instead of picturing myself asClayton, I decide to play this one out as Caitlyn. In my fantasy I. Two were abandoned, not counting the one that I had just abandoned. The street had a deserted, weekday morning look. I made it to the sidewalk and started uphill, being careful not to trip over the numerous cracks and gaps in the sidewalk.Someone was shouting in my direction. "Dat's right! Git out! You need to git outa heah! We don't need no drug freaks and crack ho's messin' up our neighborhood!" I looked to my left and saw a black woman standing in the doorway of the house next to the. We even had a semi-date, where I went with him to some science department function. It was in the afternoon, lasted only a couple hours, but I was glad to do it. He said it gave him a little more stature to be seen with such a hot girl. He was such a nice guy, but we were clear that we were friends, not a romantic couple.Buchi was happy to agree to a date with me. He suggested a nice dinner off campus and a play. I said just a dinner might be better, then perhaps just some alone time to relive. He reached out with one of his clawed hands and stroked her neck, enjoying the silky smooth feel of her feminine flesh. He snifed once, taking in her sweet odor, made all the sweeter by her growing fear. She sensed him now. That was good. Her terror would enhance his delight.His hand wandered lower along her now nude body. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, giving it a firm squeeze. His mouth opened in a grin, and his long, pointed tongue slithered out. He bent over her sleeping.