.. you name it. Every now and then I would spot an attractive woman, dressed in sexy clothes.I would follow her around. Take photos and stalk her. I'd...follow her home. Then I'd figure out her routine. When does she leave the house? When doesshe come back? When does she go to sleep? Is she living alone? Only two of them were worthy enough, for me to break into their homes to searchfor personal information. But no luck. It turned out that one of them, Nancy, shared her house witha friend. So. "Hi lover," Cara purred, taking a seat at our table.I felt a pang of guilt and a shit-ton of panic at the unexpected appearance of the woman I had buried my cock in just a few days ago. I bravely glanced at my wife, who sat quietly staring at me. Awkward silence continued. Think, man, think!Finally, I said, "Hun, this is Cara ... my-" Secret affair," she finished. "Well, not so secret now, I guess," Cara chimed in with a quick laugh. "I wasn't the only kept secret. It seems you accidentally. The water was well above my knees now. An underground river I thought to myself? Who cares? I dove my head into the water and kept drinking. A good three minutes went by before I stuck my head up for air. I started tending to the other parts of my body – my legs, arms, body, and face. It felt good; I felt alive. Then the lights disappeared completely.???IV: Dawn of a New Day?Light re-emerged. It was morning. My stomach roared but I didn't care. With humans, food wasn't as big of an issue as. There was no conscious decision from me, I just naturally identified with the girls. I wore dresses, loved dolls… stuff traditionally considered girls stuff. But my dad refused to give up on having a boy. You would think they could have just tried for another child. Instead it became a power struggle between my mother and father. By the time I became a teenager, the doctors were telling my parents that only I could make a decision about having surgery.By the time I realized that my body.