He was wicked, imaginative, and full of joy. I could see that he was expert at this, at playing at a woman's desires and needs like he was plucking th... strings of a bass guitar. His instructions – his commands – had been so clear, simple, well thought out. It was arousing, fucking hot in fact, to think of how he had planned each step of my evening, my descent into lust and humiliation and slutty exposure.I shivered with the memory, so detailed and complete, of kneeling there on the open. In the past, these unfortunates were turned into girls because the surgery was simple; lop off the penis. But a psychiatrist had studied these children and learned that they were born genetically a boy or a girl. That preference had little to do with which physical attribute was dominant, penis or vagina, but was inherent in the genetic structure of the child. About age five, the child would decide whether he was a he or she was a she. The decision was permanent and was locked in genetically.. ’ She murmured, imagining it was the big thick cock belonging to the man next door, the man she watched work out in the yard so often, his sculpted muscles rippling as he worked, his big cock bulging out the athletic shorts. ‘Is this a private party?’ She heard him ask from only feet in front of her. Her eyes flashed open and he was standing, thigh deep in the roiling water, the foam collecting around his legs, almost touching his balls as he stood there, his long fat cock sticking out at. “No, Miss. We’ll be good. Please don’t tell Mrs. Cranston or Miss Marks – they just don’t understand,” Daisy added.The young PE teacher thought about this for a moment. The two day school girls were good girls who were a credit to the school. Neither of them had been in any serious trouble during their near six years at the exclusive fee-paying girls’ school, but Lauren was angry. Angry at the fact that she was still in school when she should already have been on her way home by now. Angry that.