There is a comforting silence, and as I reach out and touch the smoke, a pleasant tingle races through my hand. "I'd be careful if I were you. That sm...ke has a nasty habit of wiping souls clean."I find myself facing the speaker instantly. One moment, I was facing away from him. The next, I find myself seated at a table, with the smoke forming a perfect sphere around us. The man is colored entirely in grey scale, from his cleanly pressed three piece suit, to his pitch black gloves, to the white. I have lived as a man most of my life, when I am actually a woman trapped in a mans body. I call myself ‘ Alyson Janelle’.As a young gurl, I remember climbing out of the window of the house we lived in. I wore a bras and panties under a silk top and soft little skirt. It was always late at night, and it did not matter if it was hot and windy or warm and rainy. I just loved the feeling of being myself as I walked up and down the neighbourhood streets and alleys. The wind would blow my little. I picked up my drink and returned down stairs, i entered the living room and found a chair to sit on, the room was so dim i could hardly make out men from women or who was doing what, after some polite chat with a man and his girlfriend i felt a warm hand touching my cock through my boxers, i was so hard i offered no resistance, i tried hard to see who was touching me but i was enjoying it that much i did'nt really care, i felt my boxers being removed then a hot wet mouth around my cock, i was. Then Barbara thought about Sandy and how she would like to get the pretty senior into bed. After school that day Barbara and Donna left the building together and headed toward their cars in the faculty parking lot. As they walked together Barbara told Donna about the encounter with Maria, how big Maria’s clit was and the senior girl Sandy. Donna stopped in her tracks. ‘Are you kidding me? I have always thought that Maria could be gay or bi and now that confirms it. I have been dying to get.