. I was born a boy, or I should say with a boys body... I love having a dick, and I love being a guy, but I really identify more with being a girl... ... won't get into the details, the psychology, the physiology of it all, because there is lots to it... and it's not what I want to talk about. Suffice to say, that I am absolutely gorgeous as a girl.. and I can say that... because I am pretty qualified to know what a hot girl looks like.I have grown my light sandy blond hair to just beyond. I love this feeling of a cock hardening in my mouth pulsing andtwitching, filling my mouth as it grows. Cupping his balls in my fingersI squeeze and feel him grow even harder, his eyes locked on mine as hiscock fucks my eager mouth. I feel his hands on the back of my head,forcing me to take him deeper and deeper, but I don't gag and I manageto deep throat him, my nose touching his pubic hair.My pussy is wet and tingling with the need to have him inside me, tohave him fuck me until I can take no. 40B. ‘Nice’ she remarked. ‘You might need to have Sandra take and get you fitted for a bra, now.’ ‘OK. I guess it’s that time.’ ‘Yep. But don’t spend a lot of money on one just yet, because you are going to see more rapid growth over then next weeks and months. Are you still feeling ok with this?’ ‘Does it matter at this point? We are kind of a ways into it.’ ‘True. But, we can stop it if you want to.’ ‘No, let’s see it through.’ ‘Great!’ Fast forward 3 mos. During the 3 mos, regular injections. It was like jello on a plate being placed on a table by a shaky hand.When the dog was pulled away my eyes and hands were screwing up, clenching and unclenching in time with my heart beating against my chest.During this I heard Charles’ voice announcing the dog’s name, his weight, the size of his cock and diameter of his knot. I have to admit I cannot remember any of the dogs names, and dimly remember weights ranging from one hundred and seventy pounds up to two hundred and thirty pounds. One.