“Damn it, Beatrix!” The headless body issued, dropping a scythe then stooping to pick up the skull head that was rolling on the ground. “If I wa...n’t dead I might be now!” There was an eerie echoing laugh as the body placed the skull head back on the body covering it with the hood. Beatrix had already taken the? What the hell? Was this a scythe? Strange, she thought, she could almost feel the damn thing vibrating in her hands as if it was alive!Taking another look at the figure she gasped, she’d. She too was a star basketball player. That was all that was good about her school social life. Being taller, at 6′ 2′, than most of the boys guaranteed that she was not invited to the dances, or parties. Not having any breast development did not help, nor the ‘Tom boy’ image she had because her brothers included her in their basketball games and other rough activities. Through her senior year, she maintained a 3.8 GPA. Even thought she wore no makeup, some of the men teachers would comment to. With a surprised look that the balls weren’t there she came near me to check it herself but instead of checking the balls, she took my both hands and placed it on her boobs and said here are the two footballs.I immediately understood her plot and started pressing her boobs hardly and the look on her face suggested that she was hungry for it since a long time. I started kissing her neck and she allowed me to do so while she was making little satisfying voices which turned me on. I kept pressing. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I thought, this is going to be one uncomfortable flight if I have to sit next to this guy for the next five and half hours, with him thinking that I am some weird sort of transvestite. But after all, isn't that really what I am? I mean, I am not some sort of freaky mustachioed guy who wears a tutu and five-inch heels, but when I close my eyes and my imagination runs free, I am recasting myself as a woman. Every time I masturbate, I imagine sex with a beautiful woman,.