”She kisses me on the cheek since my head has resumed its prior position. My eyes restore their glazed upward glare.She skips out of bed. “Must ru...h. Some of us have work to do.”Great, she’s leaving. Another advantage of Sunday opening at Waterstones.Nina is on her way to the en-suite and I confess, I allow my gaze to fix on the French curves of her bottom where they join her slender legs.She starts the shower and returns en route to the landing. As she glides past the bed, I gourmandise my. Not surprising considering how long it had sat unused.Bill's home was only a little over a mile from town but in this heat he sure dreaded having to walk into town for something to eat. He needed wheels badly but had none. His father had wrecked his old Ford Ranger pickup a few weeks before he died. Bill could see it sitting in the weeds behind the garage. Well, there was nothing for it but to take off. Bill closed the refrigerator and made sure it was operating then walked outside and locked. Our instincts tell us to be feminine, be innocent, but the feeling you get when being fucked cry out for more, some pain, so being spanked, or feeling the power a man imparts, when drawing his leather belt across your body, pain and pleasure, that's the sort of girl I am, feminine blood for male semen, try putting you cum on a woman's bum that is bleeding from a good caning.He grunted out loud when his cock would go in no further, he was bruising my cervix, the whole of my cunt was filled with. He tried not to think about it. He knew that they had been there quite some time during his gender change. Finally, she stood up and touched his forehead. " Come my child. It is time for you to take your place in the garden." He followed her up the stairs and out the back door of her house. Night had fallen and it was under the cover of darkness that she led him to the pedestal and directed him to stand on it. She touched his forehead again and he stood still. She posed him the way she wanted.