Living on the other side of town, I was an infrequent visitor to this one-time temple to sleazy entertainment, but on the occasions that I did, I'd us...ally have myself a good time. This story is about one such occasion.Exiting the subway at Christie station, I could feel the tugging of my garters on the sheer black stockings I'd wore under my jeans. The matching corset under my jacket gave me good posture as I turned the corner onto Bloor Street. In the bag on my shoulder, I carried a number of. Brandon was deeply saddened by the narrative, but was surprised to see that Ashley was holding together. He also noticed she would not look at him. He got up and crossed over to the couch and after sitting down on it beside her he tilted her head up to meet his gaze. As she looked into his eyes Brandon saw in them the pain she had been fighting back. ‘Its okay don’t fight it Ashley,’ he said in a soothing voice, ‘It’s alright to be sad you have faced a hard life, I can only imagine. You don’t. The first thing was my transition. I was assigned male at birth, but I have always known I was a female. That was never in question. I am bisexual and find both males and females sexually attractive, that was always for sure in my mind.What I have struggled with was my body. I sometimes wish that I had large breasts, curvy hips, and of course, a vagina, but I do very much enjoy my cock and balls.I know that every person has some time in their life disliked their bodies, and I am no exception. I. I stepped behind her and swept her hair to the side. I kissed her pale neck.“I need to fuck you, Bella.” She cooed softly.“I’m going to take you to bed. And I’m going to fuck you wearing panties. Do you like that?”“I’ve never been fucked by someone wearing panties,” she said in a bratty tone. “Seems a little feminine. And I prefer alpha men.”I pulled my hand back and slapped her panty-covered ass hard enough to make her jump.“I’ll show you how alpha men fuck in panties,” I told her.We.