Thing gone?" sheasked haltingly.I nodded, looking at her in shock. "Do you have a... um a..."I nodded again, dumbly before adding, "I'm a slit!"Some...hing grabbed hold of me from the inside and I felt myself start tocry. Excusing myself, I said I had to use the bathroom. Inside Ilocked the door before breaking out in tears that seemingly had comefrom nowhere and had no end. At the same time, I unbuttoned my pantsand sat on the toilet to pee as naturally as I had done it my entirelife. I. John suggested a bar he was familiar with that was frequented by businessmen at the end of the work day. He said it was a nice bar with a small dance floor and piped in music. What we used to call a watering hole. It sounded ideal so we made plans to go there late some afternoon when John had no classes. You might have noticed that John had become a part of this little game, but Maryanne didn’t seem to mind and I was okay with it.The following Monday John and Maryanne drove to the bar; I was to. But it ended the next morning. And I missed it! All I could thinkabout was going again, changing into a guy again. But every time I wentto look for the place it was gone. Then I got a message that said if Iwanted to come back, I had to bring somebody with me. And when I couldn'tconvince any of the girls to come, I asked you. But I swear I didn't knowit would be permanent for you." Well maybe it just takes longer the second time," Joel offered, tryingto repress his own feelings to comfort. I feel proud. I'm afaggot! I know why I was put on earth now! I need to push this as far asit can go. I need to become the absolute best faggot I can possiblybecome. I need to pursue the depths with a monks dedication. There areno brakes anymore, just consequences. Its going to be tough and itsgoing to suck but I know its right and absolute, honestly, that's all Iever asked out of life. I have no desire in being in a man on man, hiking buddies, sweaters andantiquing kind of thing. I have no.