I’m not just here just for fun, I’ve got a job to do. “Ok” I say to let my wife know to keep going. She begins gently squeezing my balls with ...ach thrust. I love that and she knows it. I can feel the small bulge of Sophies cervix rolling against the head of my penis. I carefully aim so my tip lines up with her cervical opening. I line it up like Luke Skywalker hitting the exhaust port of the Death Star. Rachel slides a finger into my ass and presses against my prostate. I can’t hold it back. .’ biting hard down on my vagina and nipple. Caressing my breast deeply. Circling my nipple with her heated cool breaths.wet around me.licking..kissing my breast caressing.massaging. Tugging my vagina softly. Rubbing.rubbing rubbing...suckling me deeply passionately my vagina gently stroking me.. suckling me slowly.. stroking stroking..stroking.. my curls..rubbing hard.rough. Pecking my breast and nipple. Rubbing...rubbing..a cool breaze from Her breath and kiss going up my vagina as her lips. However, I intend to keep mostof the same gender-role expectations intact (e.g. the submissiveness, the softness, and other stereotypicalexpectations of transformed MtFs). The following passage is an adaptation of a part of Mark McDonald's Skin Deep (without his explicit permission). Join me in exploring and questioning what TG fiction is really about andin exploring yourself in a new mirror - once again.-Remirror, 2009=================================================================As I went. Downstairs. His. A woman's.They whisper, the urgent whisper of what needs saying but what theinvalid upstairs is not to hear."Another of her spells," he says. "I'll need your help." I can't make out what she says."I can't tell yet," he answers. "About as bad as I've seen."Plates clatter. Liquid pours. "Yes," he says. "Like the time she thought she was -- well, you know."A long sigh. "Sick. Sometimes I think I'll never touch her, not afterthat. You were a big help then." A condoling murmur. And,.