‘I’m a guy.’ I headed toward the bathroom to towel dry my hair and comb it. She called back, ‘Are all guys like this?’ I was finished and w...lked into her tiny living room. ‘No, some care even less.’ She just shook her head. I’m sure she thought something about the book Mars and Venus. ‘What can I get you to drink Jim?’ ‘Do you have any sipping whiskey?’ ‘I’m my father’s daughter and he does visit occasionally, except when he’s spending the night at your place.’ ‘Would you join me in some?’ . A weary-looking young black woman, about Corey's height butpudgy, dark-skinned, and homely, looked at her remarkably beautifulcustomer with undisguised envy as she rang up his purchases. Out in the parking lot, a man approached Corey. He was fortyish,pasty-skinned, and obviously drunk -- Corey could also smell the boozeas he approached -- and leered at him. "Say, miss," he said, as Coreyreached the driver's door of his car, "how much for a blowjob?" "I'm not a hooker," said Corey, all. It took me weeks to gain a semblance of control. At first, I'd been passive like a radio receiver, accepting every mental signal within range, which through trial and error I determined was about a ten-foot radius. Obstructions, like walls or other barriers, had no effect. I even tested leaded walls while in the x-ray room. Unlike Superman's x-ray vision, lead didn't affect my new ability.I felt fortunate that I occupied a small hospital room. More than two or three visitors made the room. I enjoy dressing and presenting as female, acting as a female during sex, but I am not truly experiencing sex as a female.The reason for that is that I still have my “male” parts aka my cock and my balls. I plan on keeping them, but I need to reprogram my body and mind to react as female. I still masturbate my cock, but now I do it as a girl would, rubbing it with 2 fingers under the head as if it were a clit. I also can make myself cum from fucking my ass with a dildo and that feeling is.