I pulled Anita close to me. Our lips met for the 1st time. I was living my dream. I was smooching those pink lips that were the dream for many boys in...the college.We smooched for almost 10 minutes. While smooching. I unbuttoned her shirt’s buttons and slowly placed my hands on her soft boobs over her bra. Anita started to breathe heavily and asked me to keep touching her. I inserted my hand inside her bra and started to squeeze her boobs.I could feel her erect nipples which made me even. With her slightly stooped posture and wizened yet delicate facial features she reminds me so much of my grandmother. The big difference being my grandmother has the blue tinted hair that she thinks suits her so well. Helen wisely goes with the natural snow white that I find much more attractive. Like my grandmother, I get the impression that Helen is a real take-charge woman.A flurry of introductions ensues as we arrive at the table. Helen introduces me to everyone present, and of course almost. One fine day we got into a huge fight over she trying to find another partner because of my increasing demands. My demands were quite simple. I wanted a blow job from her. I wanted to fuck her ass and that she should at least let me suck her chubby pussy.She broke it off and never called me for around 6 months.I was going on with my routine. Finding a job. I had not forgot about her. Instead I started to plot a revenge in my mind if at all she calls me some day.On a surprising Friday night when. Well, I told you I don't like guys and that I like girls. Well, that's not all correct. I do like guys but feminized guys like you. Don't you think you look good? I do. You look like a girl. But you're not. You're a guy aren't you? Once a normal guy but now you are nothing but a sissy wearing sissy clothes. You probably act like a sissy too. Let's see." My mind was racing, "What does he mean 'see if I act like a sissy,' just look at me, all dressed up like this?" I felt like my mind was going.