But hidden under the t-shirt I had to use my imagination more than I had hoped.Mom seemed to drift off to sleep again. Her legs narrowed as she dozed,...I suppose to stop the movement of the flashlight which still lay between her thighs. Eventually, the light was clamped between her thighs, its end protruding above her legs a good five or six inches. But slowly, as her breathing lengthened, her legs relaxed, loosening their hold on the black rod and freeing it to rock between her legs. At one. I wore my hairin a buzz cut for a lot of years. But nothing helped. I looked girlish.I acted girlish. And so people thought I was a girl. Even my father.Even Adam, my brother. Even Beth, my sister. The town voted, and I wasthe local fairy. No recounts.I tugged my bra on, hooking it in the front and then spinning it around.I put the breast forms inside. I cupped them, lifted them.What makes a transvestite? What makes a sissy? What places us inwhatever category we land? Are we born to it? Or do. As I regained some of my senses I pulled my head backward and stood up. Mina smiled and opened her mouth. I leaned over as Sara turned her head backward to Mina and opened my mouth. The milky combination of my cum mixed with Sara's gently floated through the air until it landed in Mina's waiting mouth. She smiled again and turned her head toward Sara and planted a deep kiss."How did you like the taste of your own cum" she asked me later that evening. I was a bit taken back by the question. Someone should have survived." I didn't realize that I had spoken aloud.George said, "It really doesn't make sense to me either. David, what do you think?"David said, "I can guess two things. First, the virus was more virulent here or the people decided that they would be better off on a bigger land mass. Neither makes good sense for I have trouble believing that no one survived on these islands."We were on our way back to the airport in a dune buggy driving slowly and watching for any sign of.