I hold my breath, trying hard to believe that my manhood is not gone . . . that I am now a she. I cannot deny the evidence of my hands. I cannot loo... . . . not yet.Still my one hand probes my nether regions for some clue of my former self. My other hand, seemingly of its own volition, has traveled from my side to find one of the large breasts that now rest upon my chest. It squeezes the mammary experimentally before locating a big wide nipple.The action of my fingers upon that nipple. That's up to Paul.” “I understand. I wouldn't blame him if he never talked to me again.” Tricia was silent. After a moment she looked at me and asked, “Daddy do you hate me?” “Tricia, I'm your father. I will always love you. While I could never hate you, I will admit that in San Antonio I was both concerned and disappointed by your behavior.” “I'm sorry daddy, I really am.” “You've made that clear. Tricia, all of us make mistakes. Alexander Pope said, 'To err is human, to forgive is divine.'. Gosh this was uncomfortable but with the ball in my mouth I couldn’t talk. As a matter of fact I couldn’t swallow and my mouth was flooding the thing over my head with my drool. Then my head was jerked back by a pair of hands on each side, I heard a click and the hands left but my head stayed drawn back. Now this was really uncomfortable. I laid there for a long time, or at least it seemed long to me, before anyone touched me again. When they did I felt something cool being applied to my. .. I don't know..." Dylan said, unable to process his feelings."I have you at a disadvantage, being fully dressed. Do you want to see me naked?" Yes," Dylan croaked.Anton undressed very slowly, folding every discarded garment neatly. When he stood fully nude before his friend, he asked him a question."What should two attractive naked men do?"Dylan mumbled something. His erection voted silently."I need to hear you ask for it, Dylan." Fuck," Dylan stammered."Say it in a sentence." We need to.