But now I had seen a cock. That was a turning point in my life. I always wondered what a boy looked like down there and now I had seen one. That was a...problem for me. I had been masturbating from the age of sixteen, using my fingers and small things like pencils to play with. Now I had seen a cock — a hard cock — and I wondered how I could fit one into my pussy.I could not get it out of my mind, so when I was at home alone I started to use much larger toys. The best thing that I found was a. I feel his back press against mine, his hands running up my thigh as I lean over the now empty sink and moan. His fingers reaching the top of my thigh lifting my dress slightly and kicking my legs apart he slides a finger in my pussy as his other hand moves round my waist and pull me back against his hard cock. You bend me over and kick my legs apart. His left hand moves to my back holding me down over the sink as the right pulls his cock out so he can thrust deep inside me. I feel him. A little earlier he'd used the same computer to show some of theproposed changes they were going to make to my face. Any other time,watching a doctor manipulate my features on a screen, turning me into--well, someone else--would've been just a little freaky. But the face wasmale, and that's all that mattered. I felt a desperate need to return toa normal masculine life, no matter what it was.The screen came alive and displayed a still frame of some video footage.It showed Harry and me, sitting. My hands went to his hips to find his shorts and they were gone. I told him he was just teasing himself and he chuckled and drew me tight against him and he kissed me hard. The clasp on my bikini top went first and then when my hands went to try to get it back on he undid the knots on either side of the bottoms. He tried to lead me back down the few steps to the cabin and I turned around at the door and tried to step back up on deck. With him a step below me on the stairs and with him at my.