Thanks for the photos!”I get out of bed after reading the message and clean myself off. The realization of what has occurred has sobered me up. “W...at did I do?” I say out loud as I get dressed. Later in the evening, as I am watching the news on the television I open my laptop and check my mail. At the top of lists of new emails I see one from Joy. It reads:“Mark, I am not sure what to say. Should I say sorry or thank you? I will tell you I am feeling a little guilty right now. But the truth is. +++Schroeder was concentrating on playing Christmas carolson the piano, he didn’t pay attention to what Lucy wasdoing. He knew she was crazy about him, but he didn’thave time for such frivolity, he had music. Suddenly,he felt a stirring between his legs and looked down tosee a pair of hands trying to undo the zipper on hispants.‘Lucy,’ he cried when he saw her face between his legsunder the piano, ‘what are you doing?’Lucy shushed him. ‘Shh, just keep. "I hated to admit it, but she was right. I had gone beyond the point of no return. Even if I had agreed to quit now, I no longer had any male clothes in my possession, and all my records were under a female identity. And I'm sure if I did stop this little game, Victoria wouldn't be all too helpful in restoring my male identity. My masculinity was in her hands, and I would only get it back when she said so.I stuck out my arm, and the doctor injected the hormone. For the next twelve months, I. "Straighten up, whore, and raise your head. Look at me!" he snapped.She obeyed reluctantly and forced her back straight. her small but perfectly rounded breasts stuck out firmly as she looked him. He looked down at her and grinned smugly."Nice. Little but nice," he commented. "Nice little titties. I bet you like havin' them sucked." He slid his hands over her round breasts, caressing the skin with a light stroke. He fingered her hard pink nipples, rolling them between his fingers as she stood.