........a few minutes later another pic, this time showing me her pussy lips with a triangle of hair above it.............’I want to be completely s...ooth tomorrow, no hair on your pussy’...........’Ok Mike’ was her reply......I sent her a message back saying ‘Don’t call me Mike, call me SIR.’....’Ok, SIR’ she said.........I told her to push a finger inside herself and tell me how wet she was......’Very’..........then I told her to push two fingers inside and send me another picture.........I. " And I see a pair of shoes in front of me, so I lookup and there's the guy with the sign, and he's smiling at me and Irealize that he's also the guy in my head trip while the machine was fucking me or feminizing me or whatever, and he says, "Hey, sweetie.You like being a wimmin?"So I go, "No, I fucking do not."And he laughs and says, "Yeah, every time you have an orgasm you'll getyour real brain back for a couple of hours, but that's okay. Next timeyou're in fucktoy mode we'll just let you. "I had almost four years of biology and nothing to show for it, unless Ijust wanted to marry a rich frat boy and be his stay-at-home bride. Out ofdisgust, I quit college and tried to open my own business. Only, the banksturned me away again and again when I went for a small-business loan. 'Youwould make a wonderful secretary, dearie. You could be such a great assetfor a successful businessman.' Or, 'with such a good head on yourshoulders, you'd be a great grade school teacher.' Nobody would. Not so with my father who had quite a reserved nature and was difficult to approach about anything he considered sensitive or awkward.It was mum who had told me about sex, what happened between men and women and how good it was, and allayed my guilt about masturbation which I practiced frequently, even going as far as to ensure I had a regular supply of tissues in my room and emptying the waste bin frequently. She did draw lines though and although I tried often to see her naked I never did.