Want to go shopping?" Of course. It will be fun shopping for girls' things while dressed likethis. A year ago I would never have dared." Go for it gir.... No one will care." Brianna, I have even noticed a change on internet TG fiction sites.Society has changed so fast that authors cannot keep up when crafting thecrisis situations and conflict that make for a good story. They usuallyhave to set their stories in past decades when gay was illegal andtransgender was shameful. My English teacher once. Several normal looking Zibongs hovered around the room, which showed several other entrances. The light came from the glowing Zibongs and also from the object that the man held. In his left hand was a white sword. Made of a dull white metal that seemed familiar, somehow, the ghostly sword seemed to give off a glowing mist, which curled down the blade and around the man's arm. His whole body glowed with this mist, outlining him with the same white glow that surrounded the Zibongs.Next to me. ”So, that was it? A medicine. Yeah, I didn't like it, my mom used to give really bitter medicines... oh, mom, I missed her... anyway, nothing news there.“Ok... but is it a bitter medicine?”“It may not taste really good at first, but I assure you you'll grow fond of it.”“Can I have something sweet after I drink it? Like ice cream”“I believe so, sweetie. But there's something else...”“What?”“There's some kind of... ritual. You have to do exactly like we say, or the medicine won't work. And you. Webster removed your panties, you seem to have very full erection hidden in there, and it would very sad to let such a fine hardon go to waste don't you think!?!" With a slight moan, I nodded my head and waited for the cunt/cock crazy old bitch to pull off my satin, hight cut panties and take me in her mouth!!! Henry Webster looked on slack jawed as his wife knelt in front of me while gently nursing on my nine inch erection, and fumbling with the zipper to his trousers as he struggled to.