As I felt the now familiar bulge grow against my stomach, I coyly asked, "you happy to see me or what?"His only response was to yank my uniform top ov...r my head, quickly followed by my sports bra. My skirt and panties were rapidly added to the pile. Still not saying a word, he ran his hand down the crack of my ass and slipped his fingers into my sopping wet pussy from behind. I was so wet, his thick black fingers slid right in my cunt. He started to move away but I pulled him back to me and. Ideally, this girl would really get off on taking a boy with feminine features, such as myself, and totally feminizing and emasculating him.. I want a girl who doesn't just tolerate it, but who gets really turned on by dominating, teasing, and humiliating a sissified male. She sits me in front of a mirror and give me a makeover, applying generous amounts of makeup.. She makes comments on how pretty I look, making sure to apply plenty of eye makeup, blush, and lipstick.. Then she dresses me up. “I thought you said you weren’t a prude,” Eileen sighed in disappointment. It was obvious she wasn’t going to settle for anything less than full penetration. As much as my penis would have loved to comply, I would not allow it. “I… I think I ought to leave” I said, taking a step back.“No baby, don’t leave now, we’ve only just got started.” Eileen replied, visibly annoyed by my refusal.“Yeah… well, I’d better go anyway.”Like before, my rejection was not at all to Eileen’s liking, and again, she. Moreover, his-her death is already underway, since one begins to die as soon as he or she (or he-she) is born. The shemale's developing awareness of his-her anima and its demand for birth, as it were, from his-her consciousness has set the clock of personal death, of "Armageddon and its release." The "beast" is the shemale's fear of being born again, out of himself-herself.It is not enough for the narrator, the anima insists, for him-her to cross dress. Merely playing at being a woman, by.