When he was young he had sneaked in to his mother's room and put hershoes on. He would also take clothes out of the washing basket and holdthem up ag...inst his body wondering how they would look on him. It wasprobably some time in his teens that he had first dressed fully. Bythis time his mother's shoes fitted him and he would prance around inher high heels and a dress. He always wished she had a wig butunfortunately she did not so he had to live with the fact that he onlylooked feminine. I’ve about got the initial outline fleshed out and I’m working on story flow as I’m knocking out scenes screen play style. I’ll then convert it to story form, pretty it up, and smooth it out. I know it seems weird the way I’m doing it but it helps me conserve CPU cycles so to speak. At this point in the game, it’s still important.I went and got my head measured for a pot this week. They had to find the right one to shrink my head in. They start the shrinking next week. I was nervous for like. We see each other even when we are apart.I see a flower and think of her, she a cloud slowly drifting by and shares it with me. We comunicate by a unexplainable force. She will stop send me a quick txt just as I reach for my phone to do the same. Or pictures will pass at the same moment. Love truely is amazing. After sharing our weekends.We again kiss and whisper of our love. Her hand drifts across my chest softly and slowly lower. Fingers slide across my crotch feeling my cock through my. ”Her lips envelop my helmet sucking it deep into her mouth, slowly back and forth, the sensation is amazing. I place my hands lightly on her head, and push it further onto my length, fucking her mouth, the feeling is too much and I know I wont last much longer. After a minute or so I can’t take any more and remove myself from the strong suction of her mouth.“I really want to screw you, Polly. I need to come inside you.”I wasn’t expecting her to agree, but she pulls down the toilet seat and.