She looked into my eyes as she held my erection between her long fingers."Let me help you, please…" The sweet guy whispered softly, as she led me by...my cock to a corner, far from the urinals.She got down to her knees and looked me again into my eyes, as if he was asking my permission.I felt my cock was growing even harder in the hands of such a sexy guy, dressed as a lady. He kept his sexy eyes on mine…I finally gave up and nodded my head a yes.I then watched sexy Margaret guiding my thick. He was sent down for thirty days. The irony of all irony wasthat his first meal in the slammer was spag bol. I guess it stuck in hiscraw that night.It was whilst in prison that he penned 'He became she'. He sent themanuscript to his sister, including a note complaining that he hadforcibly become his cellmate's bitch. Publication and a measure ofliterary success followed his release.'He became she' set new standards of TG brevity whilst still fullyengaging the reader with the angst storyline.. “Bailey Marsh.” The voice made my blood freeze. I spun around, slamming the locker door shut, the automatic lock engaged and I felt safe for a moment until I remembered the baggy was still in my hand. “What are you-” It was Mr, Wainwright.My heart was thumping heart, my vision was narrowing, I wanted to run, but I froze.“Bailey? Show me your hands.” Oh no, please no. My stomach sunk and terror filled me. I dropped my head and tried to put my hands behind my back, but he grabbed my wrist.. Was I becomingknown as a slut? I mean, I talked with them about having sex with Jack,but I didn't think of myself as a cocksucker. If I asked them aboutsucking dicks around school, would it get out that I wanted more? But theworst part is Jack is the only one so far. Maybe, if I did someone else,Jack would get jealous, or maybe I'd find that he wasn't as big? No,because Tammy made it clear that he was well developed. And didn't I knowit. I mean, my mouth hurt after I'd had him for a few.