She did it like a loving mother dresses her young son before his first day at school, and it had all the makings of becoming a precious mother-son mom...nt had she not had a whorish grin on her face and had the condom not been dripping with Nikita’s saliva. Within a minute, I was good to go, as Nikita lied down beside my sister, on my spot and with a swift motion, leaned out and brought her face down to my sister’s and kissed her sleeping lips romantically. She bit Anita’s lower lip for a while. Everything was normal, and everything was fixed. Except me.That night, I sat in my room and reflected on my day. I had avoided thetrouble, but at what cost? Did I really have no choice but to live out mylife as a girl?My one day trial was over. I had the choice of going back to male, for aday at least, or becoming permanently female.So I had a choice. I could choose a life which I had no idea how to live.I knew nothing about having a vagina and being a girl. But I knew it was afuture which. For the next several months, I would receive a new pair on panties soaked in her sex and would furiously jack off. One day I received a thong, a picture of her in the thong, a picture of her pussy, and a clone-a-willy kit. The note stated her fingers were just not as good as my wonderful cock and if I could please send her the cloned willy back to her she would be forever grateful. So of course, I used the thong and the pictures and made the best clone I could. I sent it back to her but only. "Maybe we should go visit him after dinner," Kelly suggested."No, we can't do that," Leigh Ann said. "The doctor said he shouldn't have visitors tonight. He has a terrific headache and is still dizzy. They want him to have a quiet night to rest."We agreed with Leigh Ann, rest was what Zack needed for the evening. The five of us headed across campus for downtown. Kelly and I suggested that Mom and Liz needed to be introduced to one of State College's traditions – the Penn State Diner.The wait.