Waves of confusedarousal coursed through my brain, and the lightest horny thought filledmy penis to its full but small length.I gave in and went to th... bathroom and masturbated, while looking atmyself in the mirror. My body was almost entirely feminine beyond mydick. Save for little boyish traces, which showed that I was still justa humiliated man. I closed my eyes, but instead of conjuring images ofwomen at my pleasure, my thoughts veered into more plausible futures forme.A wanton moan escaped. There is nothing I can be mad at you about. It’s not your fault that you were taking headache medicine instead of birth control. Its not your fault that your mom wasn’t on any either or that she was trying to get pregnant on purpose. There is nothing that I can gripe, bitch or complain about because none of this is your fault.”Tommy could see that Amanda had tears in her eyes. If there was one thing he hated to see it was Amanda crying. Seeing this was breaking his heart. Tommy walked. Whatever caused the sublimation of fire to ice is unrecalled if recognized then. That it occurred was as clear as painful.Nothing sufficed to thaw, no entreaty to comprehend, no path to puzzle. He was without illumination and the boat unsalvageable. There would be no admission; paradise was lost.As time passed his focus altered to an appropriate means of noting the approaching birthday of his most able and agreeable secretary. Casting about for a reasonable means of suggesting her value. ‘Don’t you ever say that. You’re not fat. I think you are beautiful. I love it when I hold you close. In bed when we snuggle, you feel fantastic. I can’t describe how you looked in bikini last night. I love you just the way you are. The feel of your skin against mine. Your breasts, your ass, everything is perfect. It’s not just the sex. I can’t explain it. Kris, I think you are most beautiful, sexy, desirable woman I ever met.’ He looked deeply into her eyes. ‘I mean it and I’m not just saying.